A red Crossfire, a two seater car imported from America, roamed the streets of small Indian Village with its big houses at the outskirts. Whoever was driving the car had very bad time because it seemed that everybody was on the streets right now. Kids getting out of school, parents picking them up, and people coming home home from the fields to be with their kids. And as the car passed these people they stopped to and gossip about who could be in the car. They all stared as the car pulled up at Sindoora's house.
Inside the house:
Sindoora: Kids I want you to be on your best behavior. Remember you want them to like you so, they buy us nice stuff and invest some money to restore this house. Your dad's got us in debt and they'll only help us, if they like us.
Sindoora glared at her kids as she thought of other ideas to extract money out of Sagaar. She laughed to herself as she remembered Vidya, the pushover.
Chandra, the middle daughter of Sindoora: Mom, but why do we have to skip school and be with them. Don't they love us as we are and what happened to the money Chinnu uncle makes from farming?
Sindoora: Shut your trap and do as your told. It well make them happy to see that you skipped school to be with them and the more time you spend with them the more presents they'll give you. Do you get me?
Kaveri (sorry, I can't think of anything else): We get, they'll be broke by the time they leave and we'll be rich. Don't worry mom, we won't let you down.
Bharat: Aunty, a really nice froiegn sports car just pulled up to the house. I think its them, lets go greet them.
Sindoora: Everybody they are here, so get your butts outside and make a good imperrsion. Or you'll be sorry.
Everybody, the family members that live at home, the ones that have been married and moved out, the kids of the ones that have been married and moved and the servants all rushed outside to greet Sagaar and family. They all stood and stared at the car, wait for somebody to step out. It has been over five minutes since the car has arrived outside the house and nobody has come out. Everybody is getting uncomfortable as they reliease this car can only hold two people and they were accepting 6 people. Something was wrong.
Sindoora to Chinnu: You are suppose to be the man of the house, go see who is in the car. I'd go myself but Sagaar wouldn't like that. Go, hurry up.
Chinnu: fine, i'll go but its proable a wrong adress because this car can't fit them all.
Chinnu is about to tap on the window when the car doors fly open. Two people step out and the boy looks at Chinnu with a questioning look.
The boy: Is this Mr. Sagaar's house?
Chinnu hesitiant: This is his family house, not his alone. But who are you?
The boy: So, he lives here when in India?
Chinnu: ummm, yes?
The boy: good
The boy turns to face the girl that had come with him and winks.
The boy: We are at the right place. Lets go check out rest of the house.
The girl: Good, I think Mr. Sagaar was right and this is a good house to buy. I am so glad he is selling it. WE should defiently but it.
Sindoora: This house is not for sale. Get off my property. This House is SINDOORA'S, not Mr. Sagaars. I am not selling you this house.
The girl, with eyes brimming with Anger: Mrs. Vidya has already given us the house and their is nothing you can do. I am going to go inside and settle in. Please ask your servants to bring in the bags. Thank You.
Who are these strangers? And where are Sagaar and Vidya? What is Sindoora going to do, now that this people are claiming to be the owners of the house? -Rimpy
Edited by punjabi#1 - 18 years ago
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