The Pretty Woman in the Bright Yellow Dress : Romance Fiction

Vikram Karve
7 min readApr 20, 2024




Fiction Short Story

A Romance By Vikram Karve


From my Creative Writing Archives:


Long back — around 19 years ago — sometime in the year 2005 — there was a creative writing competition inviting Fiction Short Stories for Children.

I wrote this story for that competition — the story won a prize too.

Though this is a story for children — I am sure you will enjoy reading it.

Those days I lived in Mumbai.

If you live in Mumbai — I am sure you know that there is a sea-facing women’s hostel on Marine Drive near Charni Road Station.

Many Naval officers had girlfriends living in this working women’s hostel on Marine Drive.

I first visited this hostel in the 1970’s to deliver some goodies to a girlfriend of a Navy shipmate.

12 years later — when I lived in Vasant Sagar Married Accommodation (erstwhile Navy Mess) on A Road in Churchgate in the 1980’s — and — many years later when I lived at Empress Court opposite the Oval in Churchgate from 2000 to 2006 — I crossed this sea-facing working women’s hostel every morning and evening — on my jog-cum-walks on Marine Drive from Churchgate to Chowpatty and back.

Maybe — that’s why this place features in many of my stories.


But — remember — Dear Reader — that this story is pure fiction — totally apocryphal — and — there was no such “pretty woman in a bright yellow dress” as described in the story.

Also remember — this story is set in Mumbai — circa 2005 — so — you will have to go back 19 years in time.


The story is narrated by a young boy — who is not yet 12 years old.

So — here is the story — suitably updated, abridged and edited — for easy reading on a digital screen.

Tell me if you like the story…





“Wake up — I am sending you on a mission…” my father said — shaking me off my bed.

“Mission…!!!” I jumped out of bed — and I got ready in a jiffy.

My father is a detective — and — once in a while — he sends me on undercover assignments.

My father is the only thing I have got in this world — after God took my mother away.


“Surveillance…?” I asked — as we stood discreetly at the bus stop outside Taraporewala Aquarium on Marine Drive near the Charni Road Railway Station.


My father looked at me — and he said to me:

“Yes. A simple “tail-chase”.

Look to your right — keep your eyes focused on the gate of the working women’s hostel.

A woman will come out soon.

You follow her — shadow her — like a tail — but very discreetly — and the moment you lose her — ring me up on your mobile.”


Suddenly — a tall woman wearing a bright yellow dress appeared at the gate.

My father gave me a nudge — and then he disappeared.


The woman walked towards Charni Road Station.

She crossed the over-bridge to platform №2 — and then she waited for the train to Churchgate.

The woman got into the ladies compartment — and I followed her in.

Though I am a boy — I am still below 12 years of age — and — I am allowed to travel in the ladies compartment.

The woman in the bright yellow dress sat down — and I observed her — unseen — standing in the crowd.

She must have been around 25 — or probably in her late 20’s — maybe 30 — but — she looked very lovely and youthful — and — with her smooth fair creamy complexion — she looked really smashing in the bright yellow dress.

She looked lovely — yes — she was really very pretty.

What was most striking about the woman was her huge expressive dancing eyes.


At Churchgate — she leisurely strolled down the platform — whilst everyone else rushed by.

She browsed at Wheeler’s bookstall — and then — she stopped at Tibbs — bought a “Frankie” — and I walked towards the underground exit.

I too love “Frankies” — so I quickly bought one too — and I followed her — careful not to be seen.


We both walked — me behind her — munching away — straight down the road towards Nariman Point — till she stopped at the Inox Multiplex.


I hoped the woman wouldn’t go for an Adults movie.

But — luckily — she bought a ticket for the movie: “Cats & Dogs”.

So — I too bought a ticket — and I followed her in.


I really enjoyed the rest of my mission.

The lovely woman in bright yellow dress was quite a fun person — and she spent the day thoroughly enjoying herself — seeing the sights — browsing books at Flora Fountain — window shopping on Colaba Causeway — sampling street food — eating things I love to eat — doing the things I like to do.

It was smooth sailing.

Then — the woman suddenly stepped into a beauty parlour.

Now — I needed backup.

So — I called up my father.


But — my father told me to abort the mission — and — he asked me to meet him at our usual favourite place in the vicinity — Stadium Restaurant next to Churchgate station.

“You want me to abort the mission…?” I protested.

“Yes — you abort the mission…” my father ordered me, “and — you come fast to Churchgate — our usual place — Stadium Restaurant — I will tell you the reason when you get here…”


My father was waiting inside Stadium Restaurant.

He had chosen an inconspicuous table in the middle of the restaurant — and he sat facing the entrance.

I sat by his side — so I too could have a view of the entrance.

I told him everything.

He listened intently.


Suddenly — I saw the lovely woman in the bright yellow dress standing bold as brass at the entrance of the restaurant looking directly at us.

I felt a tremor of nervousness.

The ground slipped beneath my feet.

And — when I saw the woman coming directly towards our table — I slunk down — and I tried to hide in my chair — and I wished the earth would swallow me up.


My father smiled at the lovely woman in the bright yellow dress.

And — he said to her:

“Hello, Nanda…”


I was stunned.

“Hello, Nanda…?”


My father was saying to the woman: “Hello, Nanda…”

This was too much…!!!

I looked at my father — puzzled by his behaviour.


First my father sends me after this lovely woman in the bright yellow dress — on a “tail-chase” — shadowing her all day.

And now — he says to her:

“Hello, Nanda”…!!!


The lovely woman in the bright yellow dress — with dancing eyes — she sat down opposite me — on the seat next to my father.

She looked at me curiously.

“You two have met — haven’t you…?” father asked.

“No — I don’t think we have met…” the woman said — looking intently at me.

“No…? Are you sure…? Try to think. You must have seen him somewhere before…” my father said to the woman.


The woman looked at me — and she said to my father:

“I am sure I have not seen him before.

I never forget a face.

This is the first time I am seeing him.

He is cute — yes — your son is really cute…”


My father winked at me in appreciation.

I had successfully completed the surveillance mission without being spotted.

But — who was this woman — I wondered — who was this woman who my father had asked me to shadow whole day.


So — I asked my father:

“Who is this Aunty…?”


The pretty woman in the bright yellow dress looked lovingly at me with her dancing eyes.


And then — she said to me:

“Don’t call me Aunty.

Call me Mummy.

I am going to be your new Mother…”



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Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, alumnus IIT Delhi, Lawrence School Lovedale, Vikram Karve is a retired Navy Officer turned full time Writer and Blogger