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Title: A Christmas Conspiracy
Author: Reet Singh
Genre: Sweet Holiday Romantic Comedy
Christmas has never been more complicated! Goldie Gill works in a recruiting firm in Toronto and has had it with his mother's single-minded desire to see him married off to a nice girl. Goldie has no wish to find himself a nice girl - he is perfectly happy living the life and hanging out with his cat, Billy. It takes a chance encounter with a dusky, doe-eyed, scatter-brained beauty, just before Christmas, for Goldie to seriously reconsider his plans. But then, he learns that his meeting with the girl isn't a happy coincidence - somebody has been meddling. What is the conspiracy and how is Goldie going to get to the bottom of it considering that the girl has disappeared?
'Where are you off to, Goldie? You're supposed to have lunch with us.' My mom pouted at me, but I had already begun to wrap up for the outdoors.
Toronto was picture-book white from a recent flurry of snowstorms, and it was expected to get colder come afternoon, so I wanted to be adequately layered from head to toe. I was pulling on my gloves when my mother sniffed, 'We barely see enough of you as it is. What'll I tell your father when he wakes from his forty winks? Besides, I made biryani for lunch.'
She was pulling out all her weapons one by one - the pout, the sniffles, my father, and her famed biryani - but I needed to get out of there so I could clear my head.
'I need some exercise after that gargantuan breakfast. Tell Papa anything you like, preferably the truth. And I'll eat the biryani for dinner.'
'Huh!' she said. 'You're just mad at me because I care for your future so much. Who'll make biryani for you after I'm gone? I shudder at the thought that you'll have no one...'
'Ma?' I stopped her lengthy lament with a callous wave of the hand. 'I can cook. Plus, I'm perfectly capable of finding myself a partner if I need one.'
'Partner,' she scoffed. 'You can't even say the word - wife, wife - there, how hard is it to say that? You're thirty-two years old and you're still talking about partner as though it’s a business deal we’re discussing.'