Chilly winds of December whipped her skin as Nazia Malik stood waiting for the greatest lawyer of the decade, who was, at this time, fighting a hugely popular and complicated case inside the respected building of New Delhi High Court. She was sure that no matter how strange the case may be, verdict had to be on the side of person who had hired the man who didn't know what failure meant and being a worthy journalist of India's most leading news channel, Nazia wanted to cover the predecided victory before any one else.
"Ah! I hate fog", she grumbled to her cameraman. She was too excited to finally be able to take an interview of the wise man who was equally famous for his striking looks along with classic dry sense of humor. There were many who were dying to get him but the world knew that his man didn't believe in emotions to be bonded with it.
"Then why don't you ask your favourite, Mr Malhotra to clear it from the skies?", he said.
"He can do anything. He's God."
The crowd gushed forward, nothing could be heard in the hustle and bustle. But she made her way through the agitated crowd and directly went up to the handsome man of thiry four years with a towering height.
"Mr Malhotra... Mr Malhotra...".
"Sir, tell us if fetching justice to a common man against an influential political an easy job for you?"
A smirk appeared on the firm features, "Ma'am, I'm really sorry for time won't permit me to wait for an interview, I'm getting late for some personal work. If you don't mind, please meet me in my office the next Monday".
"Sir please. I insist."
He smiled away a bitter smile. Please, I insist!
"Fine. Ask away."
"Thanks."
Thankfully for her that she had already kept everything set.
"Sir, you have fought hundreds of cases and been able to win them all. People fondly call you the 'un-defeated'. How do you feel about it?"
"I have never really cared about the title but yes if I take up a case the verdict has to only one, i.e., in my favor."
"There are rumors about opening of the sixteenth branch of the vast 'Malhotra and Associates' in the small town of Shimla too?"
"Yes it's true. In fact tomorrow itself I'll be leaving for the place. The branch is being inaugurated next Saturday, that means fives days from today. I expect to see you there too."
"Of course Sir". She laughed and then gave him her best professional media journalist smile. "Can we talk a little about
your private life now?"
Carefully concealing his irritation behind a bland smile, he asked, "Could I prevent you?"
Her smile widening, she shook her head and began. "During the past few years you've reportedly had
torrid love affairs with several models and shipping heiress. Were these widely publicized love affairs real, or were they invented by the gossip columnists?"
"Yes," Shravan replied unanswerably.
Nazia Malik laughed at his deliberate evasion, then she sobered. "What about your marriage? Can we talk about that?"
Shravan was taken so off guard that he was momentarily speechless. "My what?" he said, unable to believe
he'd heard her correctly. Unwilling to hear it. No one had ever talked his brief, misbegotten marriage to Suman Tiwari eight years ago.
"You've never remarried," she clarified, "and I was wondering if you have any plans to marry in the future."
Shravan uninformatively replied, "It's not out of the question."
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