Praveen rushed outside knowing Ashita no longer in the room. What he found outside were the occupants of the first floor who were busy rescuing their belongings to the second floor.He was confused. What happened with these people? When he came down to the first floor that he realized the flood was knee deep.He looked here and there and scanning people. Ashita wasn't seen among them.Where's the girl? He called out her name. No one turned around. He was about to ask too, but remembered that he had just moved in yesterday. How did they know her?He immediately passed through the flood, looking around the front of the building. He didn't care that it was still raining That morning people were busy with the flood. The road was no longer visible. The vehicle that was parked last night on the side of the road was no longer visible, either. He was confused.There's no way Ashita would go to her rented house in this condition. It could be that the access there or to the Doorna could not
Zoya BV account name listed there. The figure in PP was very similar to Ashita's. But in a different appearance. This one looked like an upscale girl, and like who had a fancy car from the other day. There's not even a difference. What BV stands for? Bipasha Vijayalakshmi? It was the name the guy at the mall called?Praveen wanted to check again, but he couldn't. The account was private. It said that 'this account is private' . It means he couldn't check and see the girl's photos or posts.This could be the girl that the guy at the mall thought. But why was it so similar to Ashita Agrawal?Praveen wanted to prove with other photos. But he couldn't access this account. He could only see posts on that account if he became her follower. He had to make a friend request first.Ah, not necessarily accepted, and he would be found out if Ashita and Zoya were the same person.Praveen tried to think hard. Could someone viewing private account posts without being a follower?This was what he tho
"If the weather not favorable, don't go back to Dharavi yet. Just stay here until things get back to normal!" Narendra Prasadh said to his daughter."Until when?" asked Zoya."According to the weather forecast, until next week!"""No way I just stay home, Dad! What about my job, over there?""Your job? Why do you think that? Your safety is more important than your job!""No way! They must need me. I can't stay here, just eating and sleeping while in Dharavi, my school is flooded, they need my help to clean up!" Zoya said.Narendra Prasadh glared at Zoya. A faint smile graced his lips. Like a mockery. Apparently she was too deeply immersed in her role in Dharavi. He still clearly remembered how the other day she had vehemently refused to be sent there."I didn't send you to Dharavi to clean up. You just need to observe their daily life. The work is just to fill your time. After all, we've already helped by buying a building and donating it to them.""But...""No! You heard what I said
The rain became drizzle. Praveen felt his stomach growling begging to be filled. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.He moved out of his room. On the first floor, the water had started to recede a little, as high as calves. If it rains heavily again, the water may rose again.The residents of the first floor were still on guard. Monsoon rains were unpredictable. It could just come downpour again.He walked through the flood. Even though his pants were rolled up, the hem of his pants was still wet because they touched the surface of the water. But he didn't care, kept walking. In front of the building he stopped for a moment and looked up. He wondered if in the next half hour it would rain heavily. He didn't have an umbrella, he might get drenched later. He hoped that he would not be caught in heavy rain while looking for food for his lunch.For some reason he wanted to go to Doorna Kindergarten. He wanted to know if the school was flooded too. And who knows Ashita was there.
That fact jolted his consciousness.Why did Zoya disguise herself as Ashita? And why was she in this Dharavi? What was her hidden agenda doing this? Various questions filled Praveen's head.Praveen was stunned. So, the girl he loved was none other than the daughter of the tycoon Narendra Prasadh, not a country girl from Gondia?But how could that girl live in Dharavi? Living in the slum area, being a kindergarten teacher, and having an unpretentious appearance?He still remembered how last night the girl slept in his lap. Looked relaxed and comfortable."Praveen, can you help me taking out the chair in Mrs Fateema's room?" Harshida said waking him up."Uh, yes, of course!" Praveen walked towards the small room which was Mrs Fateema's office."Where should I lift?""Just put it together with the benches arranged outside," said Harshida. I and Santi want to tidy up the books in the office cupboard."Praveen also moved the chairs in the office room out.But his mind kept on thinking abou
By late afternoon, the flood receded, only a feet high left. Luckily the rain had stopped earlier, but occasionally it was still drizzling but only intermittently. The clouds in the sky no longer looked dense and dark.What remains were the remnants of the flood, in the form of silt deposits. At Doorna, Praveen was still helping clean the room from the remnants of the flood. He deliberately did not come home. He wanted to help Mrs. Fateema and the other two teachers cleaned up. What a pity to see they have no help. If not him then who else? Hoping for help from other parties, say parents student, was impossible. They must also be busy with their house.You can imagine how much trouble it was to clean up the remnants of the flood in the form of sediment because of the scarcity of clean water supply. Earlier he had gone back and forth to fetch clean water from a public tank not far from the school, to clean floors that were dirty with sediment. He could not imagine if the female teache
The coffee shop seemed busy with visitors. A cold afternoon was indeed nice to warm up with a glass of chai tea and accompanied by fried foods such as Samosa and Pakora.Anil took his place in a corner, because there was only two empty chairs that could seat two people."Sit down, don't just stand there!" said Anil to Praveen who looked transfixed beside the chair. He just believed that Anil really wanted to talk to him.Anil looked relaxed, called the waiter and ordered two glasses of chai tea. Praveen sat across from Anil."Would you like a snack? The pakora and samosa here are delicious," he offered. Praveen was starting to relax a bit, though still wary of all the possibilities. Hopefully this wasn't a trap anymore, he hoped.He just couldn't believe it. Yesterday, at almost the same hour, this man named Anil threw a punch at him. But now they both were sitting at the same table, ordering two glasses of chai tea."Don't worry! I'll pay for it as an apology for what I've done yeste
Anil tried to call Praveen, but Praveen ignored him and kept walking out of the tavern without looking back. He didn't care that several pairs of eyes were staring at him. Anil kept calling out but in vain. Finally he let Praveen go.Anil had absolutely no idea what he had just heard. Where did the young man know Ashita's true identity? Nobody in this Dharavi knew that Ashita Agrawal was Zoya. It couldn't be Zoya who divulged the secret herself. It's risky for her because it concerned her own safety.But was it true Praveen didn't care that Ashita was Zoya Bipasha, the daughter of the Mumbai conglomerate? Of course this sounds weird because Ashita and Zoya were the same person.A young man fell in love with a girl's fake identity even though he knew her true identity? Uh, how could it be! He must had been more or less happy if it turned out that Ashita was actually the daughter of a conglomerate.Did he have a particular agenda, let's say to take advantage of the girl?Yes, at least t
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