Zoya never thought she would meet Sunil here. But the reality spoke differently, the man who once filled her days appeared suddenly from the middle of nowhere. She had forgotten about him, throwing away all memories of him. And she succeeded. But why was he here?
Uh, of course Ramya invited him. They went to the same school including the girl with Sunil, Sharmila Swetha. At least, the girl used to be Zoya's friend.
Sharmila, a girl who was not only smart but also beautiful. Her intelligence was from her father, a leading Professor and internist in Mumbai. Supposedly Sharmila also completed her studies in medicine.
Sunil affectionately brought Sharmila towards her. They both smiled although in Zoya's eyes looks like artificial smile.
"Hi Zoya, how are you?" said Sunil. Zoya couldn't help but smile back and replied, "Good. How are you guys?"
"As you can see." It was Sharmila who answered.
"Back from Boston?" Sunil asked.
"Yeah, just a few days ago."
"On vacation or what?"
"I've graduated."
"Well, congratulation then!" Sharmila said.
"You look more beautiful," said Zoya looking at Sharmila's appearance. The girl who became Sunil's lover did look different. Now her body looked more proportional if you can't say sexy.
"You also look more beautiful and mature. But your appearance hasn't changed much huh, always simple. I like it," Sharmila also complimented. Zoya only smiled a little. She knew that this kind of praise was useless, but also important in socializing, especially among people like them. The mouth often talks nicely, but the heart is often the opposite. They even drop each other. Feel who was the greatest among them. The proof was Sharmila shamelessly still being nice even though the man she holding was Zoya's ex-lover. But Zoya actually wasn't angry at Sharmila at all. Sunil was the playboy, betraying her.
Zoya already have known the man's character. He has an affair and likes to play with girls. Luckily, she was free from Sunil.
The man in front of her knew very well how to take advantage of his potential. His good looks and the status of his parents, the rulers of Mumbai were his weapons to attract girls. Zoya once fell in his trap. Formerly.
But it's been four years and now Sunil is still sticking with Sharmila. How can their relationship last that long? Had Sunil changed?
Sunil was restless. Men, when they hear women praising each other must be like that as if there was nothing else to talk about.
"What are you doing now? I heard you're working on the TV, huh?" Said Zoya
"Who said that?"
"I heard so."
"I've been in the world of television for a while, played in several soap operas but my parents didn't really approve of it. They'd rather I join the police academy."
"Oh yeah?"
"Now I'm an officer."
"Oh yeah?" Zoya repeats the same words out of her shock. She did not think at all the career chosen by his ex.
"I'm sure your career will be as fast as your father's."
"Thank you."
Zoya remembered all the careers chosen by her friends not far from the profession of their parents. She was no exception. Even though the world is progressing and developing, many children still following their parents' patronage.
They engaged in small talk until soon the show began. They separated from each other. Sunil and Sharmila went to a table near the stage while Zoya not far from the entrance.
Ramya's birthday seemed a bit formal, although there was live music as well. And also there was a lot of food served.
During the event Zoya found out Sunil occasionally glanced at her so she wondered what was wrong with that man. Wasn't he satisfied with his girlfriend now? Why glanced at her?
Their relationship was long over almost four years. Sunil was a thing of the past, no need to remember anymore. Their relationship was just friends.
Zoya was more focused on Ramya's birthday. She felt that this event was not just a mere birthday, but also a gathering place for the at bourgeoisie to interact and find relationships as well as introducing themselves. She knew because Ramya was aspiring politician. She wanted like her father. After all, she thought, why would Ramya hold a birthday party like this, she wasn't a child anymore to have a birthday party like this, if there was no specific purpose?
Ah, never mind! What was she thinking about. What is clear now she wanted to enjoy her best friend's birthday party. Eat and have fun after 3 days of being confined at home.
She looked around. She felt this was not like in India seeing the concept that carried out. The western atmosphere. Neither the decorations, the appearance of the guests, the musical accompaniment that sings western songs – none of the Indian songs, not even the food served on the table. Everything was western.
The cake-cutting ceremony was over.
While Zoya enjoying her meal, she almost choked when the singer on stage sang Gloria Gaynor song. I Will Survive. It was her favorite song when she broke up with Sunil after finding out that the man was having an affair with Sharmila What a coincident moment!
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Keep thinking I coud never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking how did me wrong
And I grow strong and I learned how to get along
And you're so back from outer space
I Just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made You leave your key
If I'd known for just one second You'd be back to bother me
The female singer who was on the small stage seemed excited to sing the song, even though it didn't match the atmosphere of the birthday party, but it seemed to represent Zoya's feelings. Her voice quite powerful and there was a feeling of anger when she sang the song. Had she ever felt the pain of being left by her lover and tried to survive and move on? Zoya didn't know, it's clear that she was happy to hear that song.
She tried to glance at Sunil, it turned out that Sunil was also watching her enjoying the song. From afar Zoya threw a smile. Not a seductive smile, but more an expression of satisfaction.
Yes, she managed to survive and forget about Sunil. The proof was that she was fine even though there was no more man to fill her days after Sunil.
She was a strong woman, daughter of Narendra Prasadh. If she wanted she could have gotten more from Sunil, but she learned to be more mature and focus on her education rather than building relationships again. She thought, if she can't just deal with love affairs, how will she deal with all the big problems in her life? Isn't she heir to the throne of his father's business empire?
Sunil was the loser! Throwing diamonds to chase agate.
A small incident occurred. From a distance she saw Sharmila arguing with Sunil. It was seen from Sharmila's gesture. What happened to them? Zoya doesn't know what they were talking about. Sharmila seemed angry. She got up from her seat, hurriedly walked towards the exit. Sunil chased trying to hold her.
It was just a small incident, none of the other guests knew their little fight, because everyone was busy with their own business and the music was quite loud.
Sharmila continued walking towards the exit door, that means she would definitely pass where Zoya sitting and Zoya chosed to pretend to be relaxed while sipping her drink.
She raised her head as Sharmila passed her and smiled. But the girl didn't even respond and looked away.
Zoya had no idea what they were arguing about. But what really happened was Sharmila caught Sunil always stealing glances at Zoya. That's what made her angry, especially when Zoya smiled at Sunil during the singer's rendition of I will Survive.
Sharmila was suddenly jealous.
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"Dad, I'm really bored at home. I want to start working, dedicating myself to the company as well as practicing the skill I have. Why didn't you ask me to join the company?" Zoya asked Narendra Prasadh that morning at the family dining table.Narendra Prasadh took a sip of his black coffee and put the cup back on the saucer. He looked his eldest daughter straight in the eye. Looks like she really bored at home, without doing any thing productive."Maybe I should look for a job at another company, if you don't give me a position. I'll just apply at the Central Bank then. There is a job vacancy there," Zoya said more like a threat.Narendra smiled hearing that."I sent you to the best campus in the world, how can someone else take advantage of your intelligence? No way!""Then why until now you make me unemployed?""So you feel unemployed now, My Dear?""Exactly! That is what I feel right now!""Don't worry, there's no way I won't give you an honorable position in the Vishaya Group. I'm
Zoya jumped onto the bed. Suddenly the bed shook. She did not accept his father's decision. Dharavi? Why go there? Even though her father had explained why she was sent there, Zoya still didn't accept it. This was a really crazy idea, it didn't make any sense. If it's to galvanize her sense she don't have to go to Dharavi. Asked her to stay there for three months would be like living in hell. She never thought whether she could survive or not. Why bother if only perceive life of the lower classes? After all, she had a high level of sympathy and empathy for the poor. At school, she often involved in social actions. Even while studying in Boston, she also participated in charity activities. She thought her father's idea was too ridiculous. How dare to galvanize his daughter in such a way? Moreover, she was a girl. Sending her to Dharavi could clearly threaten her safety especially if people knew she was Narendra Prasadh's daughter. She can be a target for extortion and even kidnapping
Praveen stared sorrowfully at the small river where his mother's ashes dispersed. It's been ten days since she died and only memories remain in his head. All the memories with his mother from childhood to leaving her three months ago swirled in his head. Like the fragments of a mosaic that broken up and he tried to put them back together, into a whole picture.He knew, the remnants of the ashes that he dispersed, had no trace at all. Only the brownish-colored of water flow not far from he stood.He wanted to say goodbye to his mother because tomorrow he would return to Mumbai. Memorial event had been held and went well. As a child he had fulfilled his responsibilities. Nothing else was left.Praveen also wanted to overcome the sadness he felt. He wanted to be a new person, a better new man. He wished to throw away the dream of becoming a Bollywood star, and live the live according to reality. Never mind to bury that dream here, no need to be realized in Mumbai there.In front of the
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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