Chapter Seventeen
Random flashbacks in Maan's mind.
Sir the file you asked for.
Sir, I think this project can prove to be very profitable
Sir, I don't like some of the new interns you should probably contact the human resources department.
Lianna, your suggestion proved to be very valuable for me.
Lianna, I think we should have a business meeting.
Lianna, why don't we just go to the Bella View for dinner?
You don't like Continental?
Why don't you wear short skirts?
Sir I believe in the sanskaar my parents gave me
Sir, I prefer home-cooked food
Sir, can I have my salary in advance?
You see, I cannot pay the rent.
Sir, I cannot live in the outhouse of a paraaya aadmi.
Okay sir if you insist.
Touching Dadimaa's feet.
Doing puja every morning
Behaving politely with the servants
Dancing in the garden while raining
Shyly watching him during his martial arts lessons.
Giving him tips on how to run the business well.
Staring at him with those bewitching eyes.
Accepting his engagement ring with blushing cheeks.
Telling him she needed to go and sell the house.
Waiting for her to arrive.
Impatience turning anger into tears.
Dadimaa asking him to get some jewellery for her from the locker.
Seeing that it had disappeared.
Going out on a rainy night to search for her.
His heart fraught with worry
Wondering who could have stolen the jewellery
Taking the route to the police station
Seeing her going into a seedy area
Looking shocked as she changed into skimpy clothes and embraced another man
Taking out bundles of money from the purse he had gifted her
Driving away, betrayed.