All Chapters of Slumlove Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Nothing cheaper than this?" Praveen asked the used phone seller in the cellular shop while observing the cellphone in his hand. Even though it's a used phone, it still looks good and well-maintained, it's just that the RAM and storage capabilitiy was not that great. He was actually interested in the cellphone, but the price was still a bit expensive. For now, he doesn't really prioritize the specs, the important thing is being able to make calls and surf the internet. He really needs a cellphone to look for opportunities to audition. “3500 rupees is quite cheap. Trust me, you have nothing to lose. It's still in good condition as you can see, "said the seller reassuringly. Praveen gulped. For his current financial condition, 3500 was quite expensive. The savings were only 7000 rupees only. If he decided to buy it, he only had half his savings. But isn't he working now? Even though the daily wage was not so big, it was enough to cover daily needs. The house was not rented anymore.A p

“Good morning, Mr. Chakrapani!” Zoya tried to hide her surprise at the man's presence. "Can we talk for a minute?" he pleaded. His gestures looked awkward, and his eyes looked guilty. "Can't you see I'm busy?" Zoya said with slightly raised eyebrows. "I know, but there is something important I want to talk to you." “Nothing important to talk about,” Zoya said firmly. "I'm not interested to teach at your school anymore." “Miss, but I…” "Well, if you still want to talk to me, please wait until I finish teaching. These children are distracted by your arrival!" Zoya said like turning things around at that time. But actually she couldn't bear to see his hopeful expression. "Okay, I'll wait." He inched closer to the door. Mrs. Fateema then served him and invited him to talk. This is the right time to show off. Zoya picked up one more English story book. She read it a loud in front of the children, then immediately translated it. When she read it, she spoke an American accent, not

A week had passed.Sunil's dismay still persisted and didn't go away. His days are filled with Zoya's shadow. Somehow the girl haunted him and followed his every step. Since met her at Ramya's birthday, the image of the girl had managed to destroy his relationship with Sharmila. Made him restless and not focused on work. He didn't regret breaking up with Sharmila. During 4 years did not really make him fall in love with her. Sharmila was just a form of escape as he was so disillusioned by Zoya's departure abroad. Moreover, Sharmila's attitude was so restrained and jealous. Honestly, from the bottom of his heart he wanted to go back to Zoya. He wanted to be more serious about build a relationship with Narendra Prasadh's daughter to a higher level. If necessary he would redeem for all the mistakes he had ever done. But his arrival at Zoya's house last week made him even more upset. Why didn't Zoya's parents tell him where their daughter was? Why was Zoya not reachable? What had she

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

"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.”