Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi, daughter of a tycoon named Narendra Prasadh. After graduating from college in Boston, her father sent her to Dharavi, the largest slum area in the world for tough life training in expecting that Zoya could become a caring, compassionate, and strong-willed leader. But she is falling in love with a poor who sell food named Praveen in Dharavi. Praveen Jayachandran, a poor young man. From the village he dreamed of becoming a famous Bollywood star, but fate brought him to Dharavi to become a street vendor selling Idli. Will Zoya be able to complete her father's challenge with the harsh life in Dharavi? Or she even get into trouble for falling in love with a man from a lower caste? Can their love survived in the midst of her fake identity?
Lihat lebih banyakPraveen was still lying in bed that morning. Even though the hotel room was so comfortable, he had not been able to sleep at all since last night.This was a very decisive moment in his life, preparing himself to carry out the plan he had made as best he could.He had thought about it down to the smallest detail so that this plan would succeed. There should be no gaps or opportunities for him to fail.If he failed, he could end up in prison.Taking away the prospective bride who is none other than the daughter of a prominent conglomerate and the prospective daughter-in-law of the number one person in the Mumbai police?It would definitely create a scene and become national news. More sensational than the kidnapping that Zoya experienced before!If he failed, his face would adorn the front pages of newspapers and even television, not as an actor or model, but as a criminal. The career he had built with great difficulty would end tragically.No, that couldn't happen!He immediately got
It was late afternoon when they returned from Dharavi, but nothing happened. Praveen's room was empty just like when Sunil visited earlier. There was no sign of him coming here. Nothing had changed at all.It was just that Zoya felt a different atmosphere when she saw the room. There was a longing that enveloped her, imagining when she and Praveen were alone in the room.She remembered the time she slept over during the heavy rain that caused flooding due to the moonson. Even though the lights were out and it was raining outside, she felt at peace in Praveen's arms all night. The man really took good care of her.There were indeed many memories in Dharavi. If not with Sunil, she would have gone to school to meet the teachers there, Mrs. Fateema and her two other friends, Harshida and Shanti. Or if necessary she would go to her rented house.Had everything remained the same or changed? She really didn't know."Where have you been? Why are you home at this hour?" Mrs. Pratyusha asked wh
A surprise for Zoya, but not for Sunil as they headed to the AMA office. A large billboard on the side of the road caught the attention of passersby.An advertising billboard starring Praveen. Apparently the advertisement had spread to several strategic places.Zoya was happy to see the billboard. She wanted to take out her cellphone and take a picture of it as memorials. But she didn't because didn't want to offend the man beside her. She didn't say a word, even trying to divert attention by pretending not to see it."Damn it! I don't want to see that billboard!" said Sunil."Isn't he the person you want to meet now?""Right, but not with his poster!""Okay! Just look away!" said Zoya indifferently. She tried not to look at the billboard as if it wasn't important.Sunil's gut feeling told him that she deliberately pretended unwilling to see the billboard. He was sure, deep down in her heart, she was happy to see it. It made Sunil even more annoyed.If only he could find him, he woul
Sunil still stared at Zoya with an uncertain look in his eyes. His intuition said otherwise. The girl still had a secret that she kept tightly.Sunil was sure that Zoya knew where Praveen was. They were still in touch until now.Even though their wedding day was getting closer, he felt that something was going to happen.He had to make sure that it didn't happen. He had to find that man right now!"I have to meet him, Zoya!" said Sunil.The beautiful girl frowned, but said nothing."Help me find him!" he said in a deep, commanding voice.Zoya took a deep breath."I told you, since I was kidnapped, we've only been in touch by phone, only a few times. I don't know where he is now. All I know is that he lives in Dharavi. Isn't it clear what I said?""I know you're lying!""I don't know how to convince you anymore! Rather than keep talking, I'd rather go home! I don't want us to fight, Sunil! I don't want to spoil my mood before our wedding day. That's much more important than finding him
Sunil had tried various ways to find Praveen, but to no avail. The man could no longer be contacted. Although he contacted him via Zoya's cellphone, it never connected.He was sure that Praveen already knew everything.***The next day.He had appeared at Narendra Prasadh's residence."I'll take you out, Zoya!" said Sunil when asked the purpose of his visit."I don't feel like going anywhere today!""Come on! I'll take you again to see the preparations for our wedding party!""For what? Didn't we see it yesterday? Just let the hotel and WO finish it! Don't bother them again!""No. We're just looking around! I promise not to bother them even if it's just to give input! Besides, there's something I want to talk to you about," replied Sunil."Why don't we talk about it here?""I want to talk outside.""About what?""You'll find out later!"“There’s no one here! You’re free to talk about anything, don’t worry!” said Zoya.There was indeed no one at home except the servants. Her two younge
Sunil drive his car at above average speed. He felt like a hunter chasing prey, and he didn't want to lose that prey.I have to get him now! He hissed and checked again for the firearm slung at his waist.'Get ready, Praveen! Maybe this is your last day to breathe the air. You escaped death before, but not this time!' He muttered.He accelerated his car. Coincidentally, that afternoon the street was not very busy. Maybe it's not time for people to get home from work so he drive without a hitch.Forty-five minutes later he was on the edge of northern Mumbai. He checked Praveen's hiding location again. It turned out not far away.Without much difficulty he finally arrived. With a faster heartbeat, he got out of the car he had parked three hundred meters from the house where Praveen was thought to be hiding.He wore a baseball cap and covered his face with a face mask. Several people passing by seemed to stare intently at him, but he didn't care. He just kept walking.Then he arrived a
Sunil gestured to Sania to end the call. The girl frowned.That fast?"Prav, I'll call later when it's safe!" she said, still covering her mouth so her voice was still unclear."What?" asked Praveen. Before he got an answer, the phone had already been turned off.“Zoya! Zoya!” he called, of course, he was in vain.His feelings immediately turned bad. Was it really Zoya just called? Why did her voice sound weird?"Who did call?" Rajesh asked.“Zoya! But her behavior was so strange. She doesn't usually act like that.""Didn't you promise not to receive calls from anyone?"“How could I refuse her call?”"This is for your own safety!”Praveen was silent. He had already decided not to receive calls from anyone, but not from Zoya.He tried to contact the girl again but couldn't connect. He tried several times but in vain.Ah, what's wrong with her? Hopefully, she's okay. He put his phone in his pocket.Meanwhile, Sunil has kept the device again. His feelings were filled with joy. He succeed
Of course the target was Zoya's phone. The phone was next to the wallet in the bag.He immediately took it out in the hope that the phone was unlocked.Sure enough, after he pressed the side button and the screen turned on, he swiped the screen and went straight to the menu display.He didn't want to think about why Zoya didn't lock her phone. It makes it very easy.He immediately pressed the gallery icon and checked the photo collection stored there.He was shocked to see several photos of Praveen. It looked like the photo was taken while she was at a fashion show. There were also several other videos.What surprised him was that the photos were actually taken a few days ago!Sunil tried to remember what happened at that time. Weren't the photos taken when Zoya was out with her bodyguard?That means she's lying! She came out to watch the man perform! They were still in touch!Sunil tried again to check the WA messages, but he didn't find anything suspicious.He then switched to call
Sunil called Praveen several times but to no avail. The call continued to be rejected."God damn it! Come on, answer the phone!” Sunil cursed as he looked at the tracking device. Everything had been installed properly but it didn't work because the number he dialed hadn't been connected.Did that damn guy know his number? Impossible! How could he know because he never once tried to contact him?Or could it be the wrong number? Could it be that the receptionist gave the wrong number?He tried to remember. No way! He copied the number from the man's portfolio.What could he do? Did he have a number other than the one he got?Finally Sunil changed his number. He also had several other numbers, and again tried to contact Praveen.But whatever the effort, it still didn't work. He became increasingly annoyed and cursed again.That's all he could do!He had been trying to contact him for more than an hour and a half, but to no avail.***After lunch, Praveen tried to check his phone. He was
The tall and slender stewardess dressed in Indian kurti inspected the passenger seatbelts one by one and reminded them to fasten the seatbelt. Within fifteen minutes, the plane of Air India carrying passengers from New York to Mumbai would ground at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. A few minutes ago the captain's voice heard from the speaker announcing that they were above Mumbai.In the economy class row, on seat 17F, next to the window, there was a girl with a smile on her face, looking out the window. She seemed to observe the megapolitan city from her seat. Skyscrapers were scattered below. Mixed with other small buildings, which were so tight and dense. Unlike Boston, the city where she lived for 4 years, the buildings were so classy and covered with glass even though the population was less, but Mumbai, looked more simple and a bit monotonous.But she didn't care, after all Mumbai was her hometown. The city she was born and raised. Mumbai in all its realities was much m
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