Lahat ng Kabanata ng Slumlove Billionaire: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

But his instincts couldn't stay still. Just as the ricksaw left, he ran over to the other auto ricksaw that was parked waiting for passengers. He darterd into it and ordered the bajaj driver to follow thericksaw which Praveen and Zoya riding riding."Which one?" asked the driver, looking around for the bajaj that Sunil was referring to. There were many vehicles passing by."That Bajaj!" said Sunil pointing to the bajaj in which Zoya was getting away."Where is it going?""Don't ask too many questions! Just follow where it goes!"No asking again, the driver started the bajaj. There was a deafening sound of the engine, and white smoke billowed from the exhaust. The three-wheeled vehicle sped up and started to chase. Because it was a little behind, the driver started to increase his speed, faster. He easily overtook the other vehicles in front one by one, leaving Sunil reeling behind. When he tried to overtake the minibus that was blocking in front of him, the driver slammed the handleb

Two servings of biryani were served plus two glasses of orange juice. Seeing the large piece of chicken thigh perched on top of the yellow rice made Praveen even more hungry. He took a sip of the juice first to moisten his throat and then said,"Let's eat. I'm getting hungry,""But I still want to hear from you, Prav!" Zoya half insisted. Praveen stared at her."You just called me, what?""Prav! Why?"Praveen smiled. There was a blush on his face."I'm glad you call me that. This is the first time someone calling my name like that. Sounds fun too."Zoya smiled back. She also wondered why suddenly mentioned Praveen's name by shortening it."Come on, tell me about yourself even if we want to eat. I want to know!""I already told you! There's nothing more to tell," said Praveen starting to eat. Of course he didn't want to say that his mother raised him by selling vegetables at the Chandrapur market because his father had died of TB. Or how he worked in a pottery factory to raise money to

The sun was already leaning west, four o'clock in the afternoon. Praveen still hadn't found a place for his new rent even though he had been touring here and there with Zoya. The place as his wishes was full of all, nothing was empty.Dharavi was indeed the most densely populated place in the world. The area which was only 2 km square meters inhabited by more than one million people. You could imagine how crowded people were there. Although the buildings were mostly semi-permanent, but one room could be filled with five to ten people. They slept like sardines. Most of them were workers trying to save on rent so they could raise money to send back home. Usually those who had rented didn't care how many people live in one room. What was clear that every month they receive money according to what they have set.Not surprisingly, usually the room doubles as the kitchen as well. Every inch of space was so valuable, and utilized optimally.It's stuffy, maybe that's the impression that came

The day was almost dusk when Sunil finished fulfilling his desire with Avni. He repeated it several times because of the girl's request. Of course he didn't refuse, happily doing it again until he was exhausted and fell asleep.He quickly pulled the blanket aside and found himself without a single clothes and the girl still sleeping hugging him.He slowly let go of her hand and slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed.It was hot outside, but not in the girl's room because there was air conditioning. Once again he glanced at Avni who was sleeping exhausted.Sunil smiled to himself. He did not think, the girl was quite skilled in bed. Not just giving up, but repeatedly taking action until Sunil got even more excited. Not in vain he spent to fulfill his desire. Comparable to the service he provided. He liked the girl's service, but not love. Just having fun driving away loneliness.He quickly gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom."Where are you going, honey?" suddenly Avni

The AMA (Adore Models Agency) office was located in Andheri West, in a row of buildings that resemble shophouses. Praveen didn't have much trouble finding it because he had already seen it on maps.The office had three floors, and the entire facade was made of black glass so that no activity could be seen from the outside. When he opened the door, only then did he know that there was someone inside, even beyond his expectation. There's a receptionist behind the desk and the AMA logo and stainless steel sign is shiny, just behind the reception girl. In the guest chair there were five people waiting. Praveen looked at them. All of them looked beautiful and handsome. Were they models too?"Good morning! I am here for Mr. Deepak Rajapaksha's invitation for a photo shoot casting. My name is Praveen."The girl with shoulder-length hair smiled kindly."Good morning, too!" she replied . "You brought your own portfolio?""Portfolio, what is it?" asked Praveen innocently.The girl's brows furro