2 Sharanya

Sharanya's POV 

"Sharu... Sharu....."

"Sharanya..... come fast, my princess.." I heard my grandpa's loud shouting for me.

He is knocking the door continuously. I check the time on my phone, it's 5.30 am. I hid my face with a pillow.

"Daaa....da..jjjiiiii...." I reared in anger.

"Today is your result, Sharu.. Get up quickly. You have a lot of work, beta (child)". I heard Dadaji's excited voice.

"Dadaji, it will be declared at 10.00. It's still 5.30. Let me sleep." I irritated.

"I know beta, but you have to go to the temple. You have a lot to do, please get up." Dadaji argued.

"Okay, I'm coming." I rolled my eyes, as I know he won't go until I wake up. 

I got up from my bed and stepped to open the door. I found always the smiley face of my Dadaji. He is Dadaji of the whole village. Everyone called him Dadaji. It means he doesn't so old fashion type but genius in each work. Of course, wears Dhoti Kurta, but wearing doesn't reveal your talent. You need to grasp new things and arrivals. My Dadaji is a superman.

I hugged him directly, after opening the door. He is shocked with a sudden hug. 

"I'm old now, don't attack like this," Dadaji said with a laugh.

"Good morning, Dadaji," I said and broke the hug.

"Good morning, get ready, we are going to temple to pray the lord Krishna for your good result," Dadaji said and patted my back.

"Ohh, come on Dadaji, you know, I'm the topper, none can beat me," I said proudly.

"I know but I'm worried sometimes for you." He caressed my cheeks.

"Okk, I'm coming in 5 minutes." I thumbed up and went to the bathroom.

I had a quick shower and out ready. I wore Saree today, as I'm going to the temple. But today, my engineering's final result is going to be declared. Dadaji loves when I wear saree. I wear saree on some occasions or festivals. Today is more special day for my Dadu, as today he turned 80, I know but want to give him a surprise. 

I wear my Mom's saree. I don't purchase saree, I have only hers, which I love the most. For my Dadaji, I'm everything, his son, his daughter, his granddaughter.

Dadaji is the one whom I know from birth. He loves me, cares me. He is my ideal person. He is a retired army man and owner of 3000 acres land. Handling all his farming land himself.

At the age of 80, he is strong and powerful. He is the head man in our village. Many years ago, the girls are not allowed to go to school, but my grandpa changes the rule and fought with elders of the village for girls' education. Dadaji donated his land for constructing schools, high schools. He spent all his savings and income in constructing schools, hospitals and hostels. 

My Dadaji is a warrior also at the border and also in the country. A soldier is never on a holiday, this comes true about my Dadaji. He is retired from the post of Lieutenant General, but not retired from his duties.

"The Lieutenant general, "Vashishth Sharma." 

I'm proud of my Dadaji. 

"Sharanya, it's 6.30." Again shouted. He is so particular in time. The whole village is running on his time, except me.

"Coming, 5 minutes," I shouted and put on my heels. Then run on the downstairs.

"Slowly." He said with the tension of falling me.

"Let's go," I said while twinkling my hands with Dadaji.

"Today's generation, I can't reach ever, not ashamed of hugging. At least take care of my respect in the village. What will people think when they will see me, hanging hands in hand with you." He pouted dramatically.

"Oo... oo.... o.. Still your not habitual of it. Be habitual Dadaji." I said and stepped out of our big house. People called our house, "Haweli." Means Palace.

I sat on the driving seat of our open jeep. Dadaji taught me, how to drive. I got my driving license when I turned 18. Dadaji never makes different between boys and girls. That's why I'm all-rounder, and perfect in each thing, except the matter of time.

"Drive slowly." He ordered me before starting the jeep.

"Okay, well think about it." I shrugged and got a death glare from him.

After 10 minutes, we reached the temple. During these 10 minutes, I heard more than a hundred time, "Go Slow, it's an order." "Drive slow." 

We joined the prayer, which is going on in the temple by the priest. I touch the feet of Lord Krishna. After worshipping God, we met other villagers with Dadaji and returned to the home. All the way, as usual, Dadaji is lecturing and me, ignoring.

"I think, now it's the time of thinking about your wedding," Dadaji said in his heavy tone while entering the house.

"What's too early?" I said quickly as this matter is annoying me. Dadaji knows that very well.

I sat on the sofa and our head maid, Laxmi served us water. I took a glass and took a sip.

"Sharanya... " Dadaji said Seriously.

"Not again about marriage." I pouted in a complaining tone.

"Listen. It's important. I don't want to send you far from me. But... " Dadaji said and stopped at the middle of his sentence.

"Dadaji.. you are confusing me," I said with irritation.

"Sharu, Your mother had chosen a guy for you, from your childhood," Dadaji said with hesitation and I'm stucked at his words.

During my 21 years of life, he never told me a single word about my parents. I opened my eyes in his arms and I found only him in place of mother and father.

"Sharanya, your father wants to see you with his friend's son. When your father, Bipin Sharma took his last breath, your mother Kalyani Sharma, promised him to fulfil his wish." Dadaji is telling me but the mind is stucked at the point of mother and father.

"Sumer Singh Raizada, and his wife Ananya Singh Raizada. Your parents' best friends. Their son, named Arnav Singh Raizada, the CEO of ASR Group Industries. They are in the list of top ten billionaires of India." Dadaji said but his eyes are looking painful.

I can't speak a single word as someone muted me by remote. 

"I'm not forcing you in this marriage. Arnav also lost his father a few months ago. His mother Ananya called me, and ask me about you. They are willing to keep their promise. But... " Dadaji said nervously. I have never seen him nervous ago. He is always sure and stunned at his every word.

"But, as Sumer died a few months ago, they don't want to organize a grand wedding." Dadaji hesitated.

"Dadaji, do you wish that I should marry that guy?" I asked and knelt at his legs.

"Beta, I'm not forcing you, You can take your own decisions for your life. I never stopped you and will never stop. You have full freedom to do everything. Today they are coming at lunch. Meet that guy and discuss with him. Later take your decision, marry him or not." Dadaji said.

"Okay but if he is atrichous, or maybe fat. What should I do?" I tried to make fun and I got success. Dadaji laughed loudly with me.

"But he has to moustache and like me also the beard, and body must be like a Lieutenant general, or at least must be like a soldier," Dadaji said with pride.

"I don't like a man with the moustache and beard." I pouted.

"So you don't like me." Dadaji pouted.

"I'm not going to marry you. This criterion is only for my future husband." I said with teasing smile on my face.

"Do as you like. No one is here to stop you." Dadaji cupped my face.

I smiled at him.