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The story so far
Virat is the successor of Vadhera Group of Comapies in Chandighar and Manvi is a girl in Rishikesh who works hard day and night to earn money. Virat's Dadaji gives Virat 1 week to make a decision regarding his marriage and threatens to take away the company if he goes against the family decision.
Part 2
It was nearly 3am when Aman heard his phone ringing. He reached out for the phone, cursing the caller. As soon as he saw Virat's name flashing, he almost jumped out of the bed, waking up his wife. Payal sat up, wondering what the hell was wrong with her husband. "Hello sir", said Aman. Payal shook her head and flopped back on to the bed. "Thuje, Virat sir ke saath shaadi kar na chaiyye, mere saath nahi", she said angrily. "Sshhh", he hissed. She glared at him and turned around. The whole day he was in office with his boss, and returned only after midnight. And even after he got home, the calls never stopped. She wondered many times if Virat was actually a human being. Sometimes it seemed impossible for a man to work in such a way.
"Aman can you remember I told you about an important personal matter, few days back", asked Virat. "Jee sir, of course. How can I forget. You told me that when the time comes you will ask me to carry it out", replied Aman sleepily. "Aman the time has come. I want you to get to work as soon as possible. I need results first thing in the morning", ordered Virat. "In the morning?", gasped Aman, very much awake now. "Why is there any problem", asked Virat sternly. "No sir, there is no problem. I will take care of it sir", replied Aman meekly. "That's good. You know that I hate any delays. Then sleep well", said Virat and disconnected the call. Aman looked at his phone murderously. Sleep well, sleep well. How could he even think of sleeping after being assigned such a ridiculous job. Virat sir really had to be out of his mind this time. Aman sighed and looked at his wife apologetically. Payal made a rude face and turned the other way. Aman knew that he was being unfair to his wife. They only got to see each other for a few hours each day and even then, most of the time he was too tired to talk or else he was on the phone with his boss. He covered her with the blanket, planted a kiss on her forehead and headed out of the room.
Bittu ji looked at his phone which was ringing. He sighed and answered the call. He was fed up of dealing with weird customers, who called him up at weird times and requested his services. The only good thing about this weirdos was that they payed well. And in this hell hole nothing mattered more than money. "Hello may I speak to Bittu ji please", said the caller. "Ha jee myself Bittu ji speaking. Who are you", he asked. "Bittu ji, mein Aman Mehra bol rahi hoon. Chandhighar se". "Chandhighar se?", asked Bittu ji in surprise. What the hell was wrong with the girls in Chandighar. Were they all dead that this person had to call him in Rishikesh. "Ha, actually Bittu ji muje aapse bohoth important aur confidential kaam hai", replied Aman. Bittu ji was more confused now. Usually all the callers said that their work was confidential. But something sounded odd in the caller's tone. He did not sound like a regular customer. "Jee mein sunrahi hoon. Bolo", he said. Thus started a long conversation between Aman Mehra from Chandhighar - PA of Virat Singh Vadera successor of Vadhera Group of Companies and Bittu ji from Rishikesh - renowned pimp. It was almost time for sunrise when they finished their call. "Jee sir, mein aapko photo email karungi. Jee, mein rakthi hoon", said Bittu ji and hung up. He scratched his head looking confused. Sure there were so many weird people out there.
Next Morning
"Manvi beta..Manvi..aaj kaam pe nahi jaana hai kya..utiye", Beeji tried to wake Manvi up, who was fast asleep. "5 minutes beeji..5 minutes", said Manvi sleepily. Beeji gave her a tight slap. Manvi sat up and stretched her hands. She almost got a shock when she checked the time. "Beeji...time tho dekho..", she grumbled. She didn't even give Beeji a chance to speak. She went out and had a bath quickly and rushed out of the house with her bag, even without having breakfast. While running down the lane she cursed herself for being so careless. Most of her part time jobs operated according to first come first serve basis. She would surely miss out on 2 or 3 jobs today. "Manvi beta...Manvi beta", called out Bittu ji. "Bittu ji aaj mein rukh nahi sakthi hoon, bohoth dher ho chuki hai", she said running. "Is he going to ask me for the rent..yikes I seriously must keep running", she thought to herself. "Manvi ek minute keliye rukho. Bohoth important kaam hai", Bittu ji said running behind her. Manvi stopped. "Kya?, mein agle hafte kiraya ki paise dedungi", she said meekly. "Manvi beta yeh kiraya chor, bohoth bada kaam hai. Admi bhi bada hai. Paisa bhi bohoth milne wali hai. Please yeh kaam keliye ha kaho", pleaded Bittu ji. Manvi was anyway in a bad mood. And hearing Bittu ji's words only spoilt her mood more. "Bittu ji, aapka kaam kuch bhi ho, mein aapko bohoth izzat karthi hoon. Lekin mein aapse akri bhar kehera hi hoon, mein yeh sab nahi karne wali hoon. Ithna zara larkiya hai na aap ki paas. Tho mere piche kyu padi hoon. Mein aapke saamne hath jod thi hoon. Please ainda mere saath aise baath math kar", she said sternly and ran off. Bittu ji sighed. "Muje kuch kehene ko mauka bhi nahi diya", he said shaking his head. He dialled Aman's number with a worried face.
"Rukho..rukho", shouted Manvi at the bus that was now moving away from the bus stop. If she misses this bus, it will be the ultimate end for the day. There was no bus for another hour and she will have to walk all the way. And by the time she reached her work place not only will it be too late, she will also be half dead. She started running at high speed. "Oye Vishnu yeh bus rokho", she shouted out to a friend who was peeping out. The bus suddenly came to a halt and Manvi quickly jumped on to it. The bus was already over loaded and she had to travel on the footboard. Many passengers started giving her disgusted looks. Manvi did not care. If she missed work, none of them were going to provide them with food. She held on to her dear life as the bus was travelling at high speed and she almost fell off once or twice.
Virat dreamily looked out. He was not paying attention to anything happening around him. His mind was drifting back to the decision he took and his papa's dream. It was a tough call to make, because he very well knew that his method was wrong. But nothing was more important than his company. Suddenly the driver stepped on the breaks, disturbing his thoughts. Virat looked angrily at the trembling driver. The driver silently pointed towards a bus that was creating all the trouble. It was so over loaded that people were hanging out from various places. It could barely travel up the steep road, given the weight it carried. "What the hell is wrong with these people Shankhar", shouted Virat angrily. "Sir, Chandhighar ya Rishikesh, sab jagha public transport ke aisa haal hai", replied the driver meekly. Virat shrugged his shoulders in disgust. "What sort of weirdos travel like this. Brainless fools, do they want to get themselves killed. Causing havoc early in the morning", he said angrily. The driver remained quiet. What did his boss know about public transport. He has never even step foot on a bus. It's easy for him to curse the people who are hanging in there like maniacs. It was not that they were brainless. They knew the risks of travelling so dangerously. But their helplessness made them behave that way. They had to get to work on time and they had to manage somehow. Shankhar wondered why Aman sir did this to him. Travelling with Virat sir alone was like sitting on volcano. When he was going to errupt, no one had any idea. It was safe to face him when there was another person with you. But this morning Aman sir had ditched him.
Vadhera Group
"Bittu ju thum muje marwana chathi hai kya?", asked Aman, his voice almost trembling now. He hung up quickly as he saw Virat getting off the elevator. He took a deep breath and followed him to his cabin. "Good morning sir", he said. He was glad that Virat was turned the other way, looking out the window. At least he would not notice how nervous Aman was. "Aman whether my morning will be good or bad will entirely depend on you. So is it a really good morning?", asked Virat. Aman gulped. He was feeling suffocated. "Sir I found the perfect girl", he said trying to be confident than he actually felt. "Perfect girl..care to elaborate?", said Virat.
Aman took out a photograph from his file and kept it on Virat's table. "Sir this is a photograph of the girl", Virat did not bother to look at it, Aman decided to continue. "Name: Manvi Chaudhry. Age: 23 years. Lives in Rishikesh", "Rishikesh?", asked Virat in surprise, that's the second time he heard someone mentioning Rishikesh that morning. "Ha sir, actually chosing someone from Chandhighar would have been risky. This is quite a low profile area comparatively. This way, it would be hard to figure out the truth", replied Aman. "Aman seems like you are perfect for this type of work ha..genius", said Virat smiling. "Thank you sir", said Aman grinning like an idiot. "There is nothing to be so happy about. So far there is nothing perfect or special about this girl, so please go on", instructed Virat. "Jee sir. She has no permanent job. She does like a million part time jobs. Here are the details of all the work places she goes to and her employers",.."Good..very good. This means she is desperate for money. Which makes it all the more easier for us. You know Aman money is everyone's weakness. We just have to strike when that weakness is at the ultimate level", said Virat.
"Jee sir. (there was no way that Aman was disagreeing with anything Virat said that morning). Sir it is believed that she was left at the ganga ghaat by her parents as soon as she was born. An old woman, living in the close by chawl who is fondly called as Beeji by everyone, brought her up",.."Excellent. Aman now I get what you meant by the word perfect. She was abandoned by her parents. Which is beneficial for us in two ways. One she has no family ties, therefore we will not have to deal with any family drama, you know I would hate it if I had to pretend to be someone's damad. The thought itself is scary and the most important thing for me, the fact that she might actually feel suffocated by her own family, it's brilliant", said Virat, extremely happy by the things he heard.
"Sir though she lives in a brothel, she is extremely different from the other girls. She likes to work hard to earn her money. She is loved by everyone and she is known as a well mannered, cultured girl. She looks pretty and I think she has a beautiful smile. Well you can judge it for yourself after seeing her photo. I think she will be a perfect fit for your family", said Aman happy by all the praises. Virat turned towards him with an angry look on his face. "Aman, I feel that you are actually trying to propose this girl to me. How she looks or if she has the most beautiful smile or if she is cultured or well mannered or different from the other girls..I don't give a damn about it. And she will have nothing to do with my family. I want a wife for myself, not a daughter in law for my family. Do you understand that. Please don't make such stupid comments in future. I will overlook it this time, because you have indeed worked very hard. So let's talk about the most important thing..money. How much has she asked for?", asked Virat. Aman who was shocked by his first few comments, now looked at him sheepishly. "Actually sir, there is a slight problem", he said meekly. Virat gave him a questioning look. "Sir she already..already refused", said Aman and got ready to run for his life.
"WHAT???", bellowed Virat. "Aman you walked in to my office saying that you have found the perfect girl. And for the past half an hour you have been blabbing away about ths girl. Now you are telling me that she refused and what now, you have to look for a new girl...what the hell is wrong with you", he shouted. "Sir please calm down sir. Actually sir we won't find a better girl than this. She looks perefct for the job from every angle. I think you should try to convince her", said Aman. Virat looked at Aman as if he had completely lost it. "Aman I can't believe I'm hearing this. You want me..Virat Singh Vadhera, to speak to this down market, cheap woman and convince her, rather beg her to accept this job. Am I right?", he bellowed again. Aman faced him bravely. "Sir after all she is going to be your wife", he said and rushed out of the room. Virat was so angry that he was unable to speak. He was fuming now. He sat down on his chair, with his fists clentched. He was never used to not having his way. He never begged anyone to work for him, people begged him for work. Now he has to go and convince some woman, impossible.
He glanced at the picture on his table. "Miss. Manvi Chaudhry, seems like we already started off on a bad note. He looked closely at the picture. Pretty, beautiful smile..phu Aman's got to be kidding me. What's so perfect about you anyway", he said with a smirk to the girl who was smiling at him and threw away the picture to a corner.
A cafe in Rishikesh
The other girls looked at Manvi who was in deep thought. She had not even touched her food yet. "Manvi what's wrong with you, is everything oki?", asked one girl nudging Manvi. Manvi snapped back to reality. "Nahi yaar. It's just that I had such a bad start to the day. I won't be able to earn much money today and the date to pay the rent has already passed. And if I go on like this, I will get in to trouble with the landlord and I won't be able to buy medicines for beeji on time", said Manvi bummed out. The girl seated next to her, put her arm around Manvi lovingly and comforted her. "Manvi don't worry. You know that even we are trying so hard to earn enough money. But Manvi don't you think that because of beeji you will never be able to stand on your own feet. I mean everything you earn, you have to spend on food for two people, rent and her medicines. You will never be able to save any money. Don't you think it's high time you moved out", said the girl. Manvi smiled. "Kaise karoo yaar. I won't be able to stand on my own feet... If it was not for beeji, I would have never stood up on my own feet. I would have never learnt to walk. I would have not grown up to be a young, independent, strong girl of 23 years. Instead I would have fallen into that river sooner or later and died. Beeji is the reason that I live, the reason that I breathe, the reason that I smile. How can I leave that reason and move out. Nahi yaar. Bad times come and go. But we just have to face them bravely", said Manvi in a determined voice and started eating. The other girls admired her for her courage.
"Hey I completely forgot about this. There is an artcile in today's paper about some jubilee celebration of the Vadhera Group of companies. And their pictures were published. Oh my god the guys in that family are too hot to handle", said another girl and pulled out a paper from her bag. All the girls, except Manvi gathered around to have a peek. They started discussing enthusiastically about what they saw. "Ufff..I think the eldest grandson is hotter. He is such a successful lawyer".."Buddu..what's the use of looking at the eldest grandson, can't you see his wife standing right next to him..look look and she looks so beautiful. I really envy her..just imagine her life..heavenly"..Manvi laughed at the comments. "Manvi stop laughing and come and have a look. I'm telling you, once you see Virat Singh Vadhera's face you are going to forget all the problems in your life", a girl dragged Manvi to have a look. "What the hell is wrong with you girls. Why are you even bothered about these guys..I'm sure they don't even give a damn about us", said Manvi laughing. "I know what are the odds of one of us marrying a person like this", said another girl grumpily.
Finally Manvi set her eyes on him. The famous, powerful Virat Singh Vadhera. Nearly all the girls in India were said to be in love with this man. She had seen Viren Vadhera in person when, he came to Rishikesh for some work. He seemd quite nice, simple and down to earth. He along with his wife took part in so many charity events. Manvi looked at Virat's photo with a smirk. Even though she has not seen him for real, one look at him was enough for her to figure out what an arrogant, selfish, rich spoilt brat he was. As all the girls ran off back to their work, giving Manvi specific instructions to ensure that the article was kept safely, Manvi looked at Virat one more time. "Handsome..dashing..hot..my foot. Even Bittu ji looks more humane than him. I really don't know what's wrong with these girls. All of them need to get their eyes checked", said Manvi sarcastically and hurried out after throwing the paper in to a bag.
Chawl - Rishikesh
"Manvi..Manvi bahar auo..", shouted Champa. Beeji rushed to the door. "Kyu pagal ki tharah chilla rahi hoon", she scolded Champa. "Beeji Manvi kaha hai. Aaj woh jaldi ghar aaya. Phir bhi hamare saath baath nahi kiya", complained Champa. "Champa usko pareshan math kar. Aaj mood bohoth karab hai. Kaam ka kuch pareshani. Mere baath sun aur ghar ja", advised Beeji. "Aise kaise beeji..", started Champa again. "Ei Champa mein ne kahana ghar ja. Thum logo ki tharah Manvi saj dajke yaha waha nahi ghum rahi hai. Pura din mehenath se kaam karthi hai. Mein ne kahana, aaj uska din bohoth karab thi. Isliye keherahi hoon. Ghar ja mere bachchi", said Beeji sternly. Champa made a rude face and ran off. Beeji closed the door and went back to her room. She looked worriedly at Manvi's room. The girl had returned home in a terrible state. She had not said anything much, but she did not hug beeji nor did she eat anything. It was only on the worst days that Manvi behaved like that. Beeji knew that money was worrying her, but she never let beeji help her. The day she turned 18, she clearly told beeji that today onwards taking care of beeji was her responsibility. And since that day she had worked hard day and night, trying to give the best out of the best for her beeji. Beeji sighed and stepped towards her room.
It was close to 1am when Manvi heard someone banging on the door. She kept the pillow on her ear and turned the other way, ignoring it. But the banging did not stop. It got louder and louder. Can't the idiot understand that people in this house were already asleep. She did not move from her bed. She was having a splitting headache and she was hungry too. Oh god why did she not have her dinner. The banging started again. She jumped out of the bed, cursing whoever the person was. She did not want beeji to wake up in the middle of the night. She rushed to the door and opened it with a murderous look on her face.
Well that was part 2. So how was it?????? Hope you enjoyed reading it and I did not waste your precious time. Love you loadz and loadz!!!!
Indian Mythology
