Next morning Zoya was at school. She looked very tired both physic and psychic. Two days of sleep deprivation taking care Praveen in the hospital. Even though hen told her to go home to rest, Zoya didn't want to. She couldn't bear to leave Praveen alone in the hospital. And this morning Mrs. Fateema asked her to come to school.The Principal would have a lot to talk about. Renovation plan and train the kids. The next week would be incredibly busy.Sure enough, the shop next door was empty. Zoya wondered where they move. She took a deep breath, for some reason she remembered Rajesh again. The man his father trusted was the best at intimidating people. His hands had proven effective. Praveen became one of the victims.Zoya had planned the renovation of the building along with the estimated cost. Mrs. Fateema already agreed. The source of the funds came from donations from her friends in Boston. If the costs increase later, she already intends to punch it out of her own pocket. What i
"What do you think? You're interested, right? I know someone like you must need money," said Narendra in a confident tone.Praveen still couldn't answer. One question arose in his mind, why in the brains of rich people everything is always measured by money? This was really an insult to him. How low he was in the eyes of someone of Narendra Prasadh's caliber. This was harassment. Yesterday his men abused him, now this man abused him.Praveen confidently looked at Narendra Prasadh again."Mr. Narendra. Not everything can be measured by money. I love your daughter not because of money. I don't even care that she is daughter of a rich Mumbai man. It's not important to me. I can make money myself too, in my way. Not by pawning love what I have is worth a million rupees. It ia too cheap for a million rupees!" Praveen said. His face started to harden a little from holding back his emotions.Narendra returned Praveen's gaze with a look no less sharp."Just tell me how much do you want? The i
"How come you don't know anyone who can renovate buildings, my dear?" Mrs. Fateema asked her husband that night while they were having dinner."I work in a textile factory! How do I know the construction workers? Every day I hang out with factory workers from morning to evening. If you ask anyone who makes clothes, or a textile mechanic I can find them for you!” answered Saleem, her husband."Or do your friends know anyone perhaps?""I do not think so. They are just like me, "said Saleem again. He just continued to eat his dinner greedily. Mrs. Fateema was frowned. She glanced at the forty-year-old man. A few grains of rice stuck between his beard. Mrs. Fateema pushed the grains of rice away, but her hand was brushed aside by Saleem.“You have rice stuck in your beard. You eat like a child. How many times have I told you to cut your beard?."Saleem was silent. He rubbed the beard that hung below his chin with his left hand, while his right hand continued eating."You better find someo
The call was not picked up by Anil. Still sounded a dial tone. This time Zoya hoped that the man answered her instead of Anil's wife like what happened a few days ago.It wasn't long before a voice greeted her from the other side.“Oh, thank goodness! You pick up the phone. I was worried that it was your wife who picked up the phone," Zoya said happily. Anil chuckled."So what if my wife is the answer?"“You know. She thought I was bothering you.”"Is there anything I can help you, Miss Ashita?" asked Anil.“You know I called you for help,” Zoya said. Anil chuckled again. "Yes, this time I really ask for your help. Do you have any acquaintances or relations who work as contractors?” asked Zoya."Contractor? What do you want to build?"“Not to build, but renovating the building. We are renovating Doorna Kindergarten. Not in a big way. You know, the shop next door to Doorna? Well, the store has been taken over by Doorna. So the two buildings would just be put together, then repainted an
“Hello, I am Rajat. I'm a building contractor. It's nice to meet you Mrs Fateema,” he shook hands with Mrs Fateema, Zoya and Anil.“Can I see anything that will be renovated? Later we will know the estimated time and fee. I can also estimate the cost of purchasing materials, if you wish,” he continued in a reassuring manner as if he was very experienced.“Just now I've done it with Mrs. Fateema and Ashita, Rajat. I am also a contractor and interested in doing this renovation.” said Anil"Oh, I see?" asked Rajat looking at Anil. There was no offended expression on his face. "That's fine with me.""Yes, let us decide later on who will do it," said Mrs. Fateema. He then invited the man to take another look at what would be renovated. Zoya and Anil just stand there.Zoya got displeased. Last night she said, Mrs Fateema's husband could not find a contractor, why did he suddenly come this afternoon with a potential contractor? If she knew this, Zoya wouldn't call Anil and ask for his help.
“Don't mess with me, Anil! How do you know me? Who's telling you?" asked Zoya so worried. Maybe he's not the only one who knew her, but there were other people in Dharavi as well."I'm not kidding! I know everything about you!”"Tell me! How do you know?" Zoya demanded. She looked around, afraid someone might hear their conversation."Anyway, you don't have to worry. Your secret is safe in my hands. Give me the project, otherwise I will tell people who you really are!” said Anil."You think you can threaten me? If you already knew me, and you told people, you wouldn't just confront me, Anil! You will be in big trouble. I guarantee it!”"I know! That's the risk I take. But just so you to know, I'm already in trouble dealing with you. I need a job, I need money! I could have worked on the project, but you didn't use your influence to help me, It is such a shame! You just let Mrs. Fateema choose Rajat, even though I was the first to come and make an offer," said Anil pleadingly.Zoya was
"Tell me, where do you get the money from?""Certainly not from donations! It's from my own pocket!""Your own money? Why would you pay for it yourself? I can't believe it!" Mrs Fateema scowled."You think I look like a penniless?""That's not the thing I don't believe! It's impossible for someone spending their own money if it's not for personal interest!""What's impossible? There's more than that! What about this building? Did Miss Zoya Bipasha have any personal interest in buying this building? How many millions did she spend on Doorna?""That's a different story, Ashita! She's clearly a rich person, She has a lot of money! But why would someone like you pay Anil with your own money? Who is Anil anyway? Why do you want to hire him?" Mrs. Fateema asked again."Where do you think I got the money from? Do you think I deposited the money for Doorna, then I gave it to Anil. Is that so?" Zoya said reading the headmaster's mind."Just for you info, Mrs. Fateema! I haven't take a single
Praveen got emotional. The girl in front of him smiled sweetly. There was a happy look on Zoya's face. Being able to make him happy was part of the atonement for what Rajesh Kumar did to him."Are you happy, Prav?" asked Zoya."Of course! I am more than happy. Thank you, you've helped me so much!"They didn't speak to each other anymore. Zoya tenderly led Praveen to a chair.***Narendra Prasadh had a meeting agenda with the marketing department team. Vishaya's Marketing managers and directors were already in the room with the materials they had prepared. Five minutes before the schedule, Narendra came in accompanied by his secretary behind. The tycoon immediately sat down in his oversized chair, while the secretary, Avneet Gupta, took her place in the row of chairs to the left of the conference table.Everyone looked silent, no one made a sound until Narendra himself started the conversation to open the meeting."Namaste! Good morning everyone. I hope all of you are ready with your m
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