"Hey, where are we going?" Sunil asked Girish who continued to drive the car."I'm taking you home.""I don't want to go home! I want a drink. I haven't had a drink in a long time!”"You're drunk, so let's go home!""I told you, I'm not drunk. We've only been there for a while. I want to go back, I want to see the lion. You know, I saw a lion over there.""No lion! It was a discotheque, not a zoo!”“I swear, I saw a lion over there! It was just didn't roar. She just groaned at me. Ah, that must be a tamed lion. I'm sure the lion didn't eat people.""What are you talking about, Boss?! You're drunk! I told you earlier, don't get drunk! But when I leave you, you're straight up high. How many glass did you drink?” Girish nagged. He felt confused."None of your business! I'm sure I'm happy this time. Come on, let's go back!""What? You want to come back again? Want another drink?” asked Girish annoyed. He suddenly stopped the car.“Go there yourself! I don't want to be with you anymore. C
Girish released his grip on Sunil's arm. Immediately he gave a respectful attitude to the number one person in the Mumbai Police But not for Sunil. When he released Girish, he stumbled and almost fell. Quickly again Girish grabbed Sunil's arm. "Where have you been?" he asked coldly. Girish couldn't answer. If he's honest, he would be punished, but the fact that Sunil was drunk, he couldn't help it anymore "Answer me! where have you been?" “From the nightclub, Dad!” Sunil even replied while hiccupping. In the dim living room, Mr. Amaneesh's face was filled with anger. "Take Sunil to his room!" he said commandingly. "Yes, sir!" Girish immediately took Sunil to his room. He breathed a sigh of relief. What he was worried about didn't happen. He thought, Mr. Amaneesh would punish him, but no. The man was silent. In the room, Girish threw Sunil until the bed shook. He was very upset to see Sunil's behavior. But he couldn't do anything. Sunil slept on his stomach with one leg danglin
Even though he only sold Idli and Vada in the market, Praveen felt happy. He had been selling for more than a week, his goods is always in demand. Sometimes sold out before lunch. Consumers who came as if one after another to make him overwhelmed, there was no time to rest for a moment. He felt that his fortune was indeed here, as an Idli seller, not elsewhere. He wanted to increase his sales, but was constrained by transportation from Aunt Raju's house to the market because he brought the goods himself without a vehicle. Every morning, at five o'clock he had left holding a stainless container resembling a large basin on his head while carrying a bucket and plastic alone. If he was not careful, the stainless basin can fall, or spill the chutney in the bucket. But luckily that hadn't happened yet, and hopefully it won't. When he came home from work he was a little tired and rested and sometimes helped aunt Raju to make idlis especially grinding rice. More or less he already known h
"How are things at home? Is everything okay?” Zoya asked on her father's call. This was the first time Narendra Prasadh called his daughter after more than a week in Dharavi. "You don't have to worry, everything is fine. It was me who want to ask if you are all right there?” "I'm doing well. Don't worry about me!” Zoya replied sounding relaxed. She received the call on Sunday morning while she was squirming in her rollaway bed. She had nothing to do that morning. Actually Narendra already known, his men always give news about Zoya, in detail. Auntie Anjali, Anil, were Narendra's people to look after his daughter. In fact, the rented house had actually been fully rented by Narendra through Rajesh. Zoya didn't know at all, that everything was arranged. "Are you sure there's no problem there?" “Trust me, Dad! All went well. I'm already get a job now." "Oh yeah, what kind of job?" "I am a kindergarten teacher. But it's a very valuable experience for me. I got to know the kids.”
The 15-floor building is located in the heart of Mumbai's business district. On the front of the building is clearly written Vishaya Group. This is the head office where Narendra Prasadh based. In the parking area, a row of vehicles of Vishaya's dignitaries, including the directors, managers and the President Commissioner.It was still half past ten in the morning. Narendra Prasadh was chairing an evaluation meeting after the establishment of a new factory which is planned to start running early next month. He is explaining the steps that directors and managers should take in order to consolidate.Although it had been explained in the meeting agenda what they will discuss, but from the bottom line, hot issues had been circulating there would be a reposition at the director level. The finance director, HR director, marketing director, and other directors were obviously a little rattled as to whether they will still be hired or removed. What is clear is that something will be shifted a
Narendra Prasadh's room office looks modern and minimalist. The ceiling and walls are soft beige to match the guest chairs. There are not many decorations on the walls, only two fairly large abstract paintings. His desk is dark brown with a leather-covered working chair. Two smaller chairs across from him. Two big flowerpot filled with ornamental plants, the large one by the glass window showing views of downtown Mumbai's CBD area, and the other in the corner near the guest chairs. Once they were in the room, Narendra closed the door, and motioned for Amaneesh to sit on the guest sofa. He sat in the armchair first. His thought, what for is the number one in the Mumbai police coming to him. Amaneesh Chakraborty also tried to look relaxed, but it was undeniable that his authority can also be seen in the suit he was wearing. "How are you, Mr. Narendra?" Amaneesh opened the conversation.“Yes, as you can see, Mr. Amaneesh," replied Narendra as he sat cross-legged and leaned his back ag
Mrs. Pratyusha Beniwal, Zoya's mother was enjoying a sunny afternoon at the pool side of her mansion. Under the wide umbrella, accompanied by a cup of hot tea and snacks, she seemed to be flipping through a fashion magazine. Her two assistants were ready to help her for any need, sitting beside her. In today's world, even though the world has become more sophisticated, Mrs. Beniwal still faithfully subscribed to fashion magazines to find out about world fashion trends. Every now and then she gives input to her husband to produce textile motifs that will become a world trend, and so does the current jewelry. Pratyusha Beniwal really likes to see the designs of world class designers, but she herself is not very interested in using designs of famous designer. But even so, her daily appearance is simple, it still looks elegant and classy. While having fun flipping through the magazine, she heard the sound of her husband's car coming in. She glanced at her watch . It's 4.30 pm, surprisi
The sun was warmer that morning. It's still at nine. Praveen looked busy serving customers who come and go. There were those who order a lot to take home, but there were also those who eat on the spot while standing.Lately he was getting more and more overwhelmed serving people who want to eat idli or Vada. Maybe this was a viral effect on social media so that many were interested in trying Idli or just seeing how he looks. Average they were quite satisfied to come and buy the idli.“You shouldn't be selling on the side of the road like this anymore. There should be a tent and some benches so that those who eat on the spot feel comfortable,” said a man in his thirties who stopped by and ate while standing.“I was not provided with umbrellas and chairs by my boss,” Praveen replied as he continued to pack Idli and chutney for other buyers. His hands were getting more skilled and nimble."So you didn't make this Idli and Vada?""No! I'm just selling it.""Why don't you ask her for a be
Meanwhile, far away in Mumbai, Sunil Chakraborty still could not accept the reality of what had happened.He was angry, but did not know how to vent his anger. Why did all this come to light?This must be the result of Roohan's failure, the man he had assigned to eliminate Praveen. If only he had succeeded, it would have been a different story. That man would have rotted at the bottom of the river!He had paid Roohan. He had to take responsibility for this failure! He should not deny it like that day, at least he should get his reward!Sunil still felt his chest burning with emotion. He would teach Roohan a lesson!He immediately left the house. But his steps stopped when Amaneesh stopped him."Where are you going?""I have some business to finish!""No! You stay home for now! Let me take care of everything!""No, Dad!" said Sunil, ignoring his father's words. He continued walking towards his car and soon the car was out of the garage.Amaneesh was furious, but could not do anything.
The afternoon was approaching.The Balinese bridal make-up artist had finished dressing Zoya. She seemed satisfied with her work.“It’s done. You can look in the mirror now!” said her with a smile.Zoya turned her body slowly to face the large mirror not far from her and was immediately stunned.Is that really her?She looked very different wearing a typical Balinese bridal kebaya in maroon and decorated with gold thread embroidery. Her head was decorated with a majestic floral metal crown that was also gold in color. Both of her wrists wore gold color bracelets. Prada songket cloth with a color that matched the kebaya she was wearing further enhanced her appearance.The make-up on her face was not striking so that her beautiful face looked even more beautiful.She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, not expecting it to be herself.However, she had a little difficulty moving her head because the crown was quite heavy, around three kg.She convinced herself that she
The Balinese woman looked so graceful in the traditional dress. She wore a short white kebaya with a silver Prada cloth with a floral motif.Her black hair was pulled up into a bun. She was around mid-thirties and spoke fluent English.“So you two will be married with Balinese customs and rituals?”“Yes, of course. I have longed to marry with Balinese rituals. It just so happens that India and Bali have similarities,” Zoya explained.She smiled and looked at the two of them alternately. There was a sense of amazement in her eyes. The girl looked beautiful and the man was so handsome. They both looked so harmonious, especially later when they wear Balinese traditional clothes. Of course it would be even more charming.She had served quite a lot of clients who were about to get married, and most of them were Westerners, but this time she met a unique client from India.Judging from their appearance, they were not from just anyone. If not the upper class, then they must be public figures
Zoya and Praveen had landed in Bali three hours ago and now they had checked in at a resort in the Seminyak region. Zoya had made a reservation before so they didn't have to bother booking a hotel.Praveen didn't expect to go this far. This was the first time in his life he saw the outside world directly. It never even crossed his mind to be on this island of the gods. Not for leisure pursuit but to get married!No! He didn't feel tired after a long journey, in fact when he set foot in Ngurah Rai Airport his chest was still beating fast. Since leaving India, he felt like he entered a new world.Uncertain? Alienated? No! He didn't feel lost as long as Zoya was by his side. She gave him energy and determination so strong that he was a man who could overcome all obstacles.He had passed the biggest obstacle perfectly, taking away the lover he loved so much to escape from the one-sided match made by her parents.Coming out of the airport he was already fascinated by the pleasant atmospher
“What’s wrong? What are you guys talking about in there?” Sunil asked curiously.Stupid kid!If there were no other people around, Amaneesh would have slapped him. But he held back his anger so as not to raise further suspicion.“Come on, go home! I want to talk to you at home!”“Just tell me here now. I want to know!” Sunil said curiously.Amaneesh shook his head. He saw several of his subordinates standing looking at him in surprise.“You guys go back to the office now! We’ll talk later!”His subordinates took a respectful position,“Yes, sir!” said them.Sunil couldn’t accept it, he just walked briskly into Narendra’s room and opened the door,“What are you talking about with my father, Mr. Narendra?!” he asked loudly.Narendra was sitting on the sofa realizing the mistake he had made. Seeing Sunil act like that, his disgust surfaced again, he really didn’t want to see the young man’s face again.“Just ask your father! From now on I don’t want to see anymore! Get out of my room now
Rajesh Kumar was cheered. He quickly got up and half ran out to his car. In less than half an hour he was at the cafe that Narendra usually visited.Apparently Rajesh had arrived first. Narendra was not there yet. He immediately took a seat in the corner of the cafe and ordered a drink.Not long, finally Narendra appeared alone. He entered with brisk steps and sat across from Rajesh.“How are you, sir! Long time no see!” he said, starting the conversation.Narendra ignored him and went straight to the point.“Why did you tell me this now? Why?”“Because this is the best time to reveal everything!”“No! It’s too late!”“Not for me!”“Where did you get that evidence?” asked Narendra.Rajesh then explained in as much detail as possible.Narendra Prasadh listened with an angry expression. How could a police officer do something bad to get his personal desires and the police officer was… his future son-in-law? Truly, he had been deceived!“Your daughter has found a suitable man as her life
Two investigators came to see Mr. Amaneesh that night. They brought very important news.“We have checked the immigration data at the airport and got the names we are looking for, Sir! It turns out that Miss Zoya and Praveen Jayachandran took a flight abroad. They managed to escape to Singapore!” said a police officer named Sukhdev excitedly. His other colleague nodded in agreement.“That’s right! They left at 4:10 in the morning, and this data has been matched with the airline passenger manifest!”“They fled abroad?” said Amaneesh as if in disbelief. He did not know whether this was good or bad news because if this was true, their pursuit would be more difficult unless they asked for help from Interpol.But was it possible, considering that they were not criminals or perpetrators of crimes that harmed the country?Nothing is impossible. He could have used his authority as the Mumbai police chief.“What else did you get?”“That’s it. I think this is a very important clue, so I reporte
There were no significant results of the investigation even though Amaneesh had ordered many of his personnel. Some were ordered to Dharavi, some to modeling agencies, and advertising agencies and more to guard the borders.But none of them yielded results.Towards evening, Mrs. Fateema was even more shocked to see Sunil and his men arrive at her house. They interrogated her again, even though previously in Doorna she had been visited by the police asking about Praveen's whereabouts. Of course she did not know where he was. Since Zoya's identity was revealed, he had never been there again. What shocked her the most how Sunil knew where she lives?"Don't try to hide something from me, Mrs. Fateema!" said Sunil intimidatingly."Why would I hide him whereabouts, Sir! I have no idea at all. Since Ashita, I mean... Miss Zoya is no longer in Doorna, he has also never come again! Especially since he started to become famous!"“You don’t know where he lives?”“I don’t know exactly! But he sa
The wedding ceremony that was planned to take place this morning really ended in a mess, even though the hotel had made good preparations. The hall had been neatly arranged, both the stage and the arrangement of chairs and tables for the guests. Decorations full of flowers were already available. So was the catering.But all that was in vain because the bride ran away.Approaching 10 o'clock, the hall was actually quiet. Guests who did not know and had already come were not allowed to enter the building. The hotel was closed to guests.Of course, many guests were shocked, not expecting the party to be canceled. Not a few were disappointed because they had already come.In connection with being closed, Narendra's family could not hide their shame.This was the first time in his life he felt humiliated, not by someone else, but by his own child.Was there a wrong decision that made his daughter choose to run away rather than follow his wishes?But what was wrong? Isn't it his duty as a