Character Sketch:
Aisha- This is the story of a girl whose parents died in a tsunami and she survived and found herself on a riverbank and lost her memory when she was 10.The world abandoned her and no one helped her. She is now a 23- year old girl who cons people for her life. A bubbly, cheerful and loving kid changed into a girl who was devoid of any human emotions and was after money. What will happen when a man whom she wanted to con invokes emotions in her by his loving and caring nature?
Arzoo- A fun, loving guy who is a successful businessman. He is an orphan. What happens when a woman invokes emotions in him to which he was alien to?
Prologue:
Two people whom I even didn't know were taking me somewhere in a car. I couldn't see their faces. We reached a beach. Soon some others joined us. I was so happy. One of them bought me a ice cream and I jumped seeing the ice-cream. The same person wished me Happy birthday dear' and SPLASH! All of us drowned in the water.
Chapter 1: Mr. and Mrs. Sharma
Delhi
Hotel Mayur
11:00 clock' in the morning:
I woke up all sweating. I reached for water on the table and went to freshen up. I was watching the same dream again. I didn't even know who they were. I couldn't even see their faces. Sometimes I saw me playing with two shadows. I often got these dreams. A lone tear escaped my eyes as I never felt loved, cared for.
I wore a faded jeans and a yellow top. I smacked myself mentally for becoming emotional, to hope that someone will love me. No I shouldn't become emotional. Focus Aisha. Focus. Yeah my name is Aisha. That's what I called myself. I grew up on the streets as an orphan. I didn't know who I was. So I started to call myself as Aisha. I didn't have food for, water to drink. Soon I learnt to fetch food for myself. I started to grab food. I learnt the reality of life. No one gives you anything you need to fetch for it, you need to grab it and I turned out to be a conwoman who was devoid of any emotions.
Yes. I am a conwoman. At times I felt guilty but what has life given me. Who has been kind to me? No one. So why should I be kind? My destiny, this world, everything has been cruel to me. So, I am being cruel.
I came out of these thoughts and served myself a sandwich. Today, my target was Mr. and Mrs. Sharma. They were two rich retired doctors. They were attending a charity programme. I had made up a plan. I was going to them asking some funds for an orphanage and I am sure they would just believe me. How big fools these rich people were? They didn't have brains at all. I laughed at their foolishness. She would get a good amount of money and would go to find her next target in Mumbai.
I was about to leave when I saw my room. It was a mess. Yesterday as I started to plan I just made my room a mess. There were empty bottles of coke, empty plates of noodles and omelette and a packet of chips. Food was one thing I loved. People would go mad thinking how could a person have so much. If only they knew what it would be to go without food! She brushed aside these thoughts and started to clean the room. She was a clean freak. She hated mess. Although she was the one who made mess, later she would clean it. Of course the hotel staff could clean it. But she needed to see her room clean before leaving. No matter what was happening she wanted her room to be clean.
She saw the time. It was 12 o' clock. Though the place was near, Delhi traffic would take half an hour to reach there. Mr. and Mrs. Sharma would reach at 1o' clock. Perfect. She soon locked the room and went to the reception and informed them she would check out today.
She went outside and stood waiting for a cab and soon she got one.
The cab driver- Where do you want to go Mam?
Aisha- Jyoti Charitable Trust, Gandhi Road
Saying so she got into the car. It took 45 minutes to reach there as there was a lot of traffic. It was a Sunday. Families were going out to enjoy their time and most of them were going to the concert of the Rockstar Abhi as there was a concert today in Delhi and it came in the way they were going. All the youth were excited. So, it took another fifteen minutes to reach there.
As she came there she saw a long line of cars. Most of the wealthy people were attending it and Mr. and Mrs. Sharma were the chief guest.
She went and stood waiting where many of the people were waiting to meet Mr. and Mrs. Sharma.
As she stood there she turned to see a man with the most beautiful smile ever and most beautiful eyes. How she wanted to drown in those eyes there? What! Drown in his eyes. Seriously, get a hold over yourself. What are you even thinking of? What is happening to you? You are feeling someone is hot here! What a joke! What are you even telling? Hot! From where did this come from? Are you gone crazy? She brushed aside those thoughts as she saw Mr. and Mrs. Sharma come.
Aarzoo stood there watching this woman who was giving weird expressions looking at him. What was so funny in him? But she was looking so cute. What? Cute! Seriously, get a hold on yourself man.
After a grand welcome and giving answers to the media Mr. and Mrs. Sharma made their way to the dais. After a welcome speech they gave their speech and announced their donation of 10 Lakhs to this trust. I rolled my eyes. 10 Lakhs! How could someone just give away such a big amount? Of course, rich people and their big donations, only for a show off to earn a fame for themselves. Some other people gave their speech and then the programme ended with a vote of thanks.
They got down the dais and were speaking to someone. After the person made his way, they were alone. I took the chance and went to them.
Aisha- Hi Sir, Mam. My name is Suhani Arora. I run an orphanage called Aashayein. I heard a lot about you people. I mean who takes time these days for charity.
Mrs. Sharma- Thanks. I am sorry but I never heard about Aashayein.
Aisha (thoughts) - What! You didn't hear the name. Can't you just give the money and go away.
She plastered a smile and said Mam, actually it's in Mumbai. I came here for my friend's wedding and I thought about meeting you people.'
Mrs. Sharma- Oh! I would love to visit it one day.
Aisha- Sure Mam. Pleasure is all mine. Mam, Sir, I am collecting funds for the orphanage. So, if you could help me?
Mr. Sharma- Sure, We would love to.
Saying this he gave me a check of 20,000. I smiled as my plan worked.
Mr. Sharma- At such a young age you are running an orphanage and that's a great thing beta.
Aisha- Thanks uncle.
She was going to leave when he spoke.
Mr. Sharma- Please give me your phone number. I would like to visit your orphanage when I come to Mumbai.
Aisha (thoughts)- What the hell! Why don't they just leave me?
She quickly muttered some number and left but not before seeing the man who made her emotions invoke.
She soon reached the hotel, checked out and left for Mumbai taking a train.
She sat by the window thinking about her next place where she would con- Mumbai and soon drifted into sleep not knowing what was awaiting for her in Mumbai.
Chapter 2: My next target Uff!
I stepped out of the train as the Mumbai's fresh air greeted me. I smirked as I walked through the crowd of Mumbai thinking about my next target.
As I was walking I saw a small boy asking a man for food. The man pushed him away. How dare he? I went to the boy and made him stand. I knelt down to his level.
Aisha- What's your name beta?
Boy- Shravan
Aisha- Such a nice name
I took out some chips I had with me and gave him. He had them happily.
I could see myself in him. I didn't know from where I had come. I was probably 10 or 11 years when I found myself on the bank of a river. I started crying hoping somebody would come, I would get something to have but nothing happened. I stood there crying in the rain hoping for shelter. I started begging for food but no one even looked at me. And that's when I understood the reality of life. You have to earn for yourself. I started looking for jobs. I told them that I'll do anything and in return all I wanted was food and some shelter to live. But they pushed me away. And I stopped begging for anything anymore. I don't beg anymore I just take what I want.
A lone tear escaped my eyes as I saw how the boy was so happy having the food. I quickly wiped my tears.
Aisha- Would you like to come with me?
Shravan- Yes. But where?
Aisha- There are people who will take care of, give you food, shelter and also make you read.
Shravan- Is it true?
I just could nod my head. I took a cab and went to an orphanage I knew. The caretaker's name was Shehnaz. I used to call her Shehnaz bi.
Shehnaz bi- How are you Aisha?
Aisha- Perfectly fine. Bi this is Shravan. I found him on the railway station. Please take care of him.
Shehnaz Bi - Sure
I bent down to him and said From today she'll take care of you'.
Shehnaz Bi- Hi my name is Shehnaz. You can call me Shehnaz Bi.
Shravan- Hi my name is Shravan.
She took him near other kids and introduced them to him. I went and bought some ice-creams for the kids and spent some time with them. I cared for children and my care ended there because I knew others were just selfish but a child was innocent and I just couldn't stop myself from loving them.
I shaked my head out of these thoughts as I took a cab and went to Hotel Taj. I had a room booked there. Soon I checked in the room.
The first thing I did after reaching the room was going to the balcony and take some fresh air. It was 10 in the morning. I loved that place. It gave me some peace. I could come out of all my worldly thoughts and just feel the nature.
I freshened up and ordered a pizza and coke as I sat to search for my next target.
There were many rich businessmen in Mumbai. I was seeing all the photos when one photo caught my eye. He was the same guy I was admiring the other day at the charity event. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a red t-shirt. He was wearing a brown Sports Stone Leather High top Laceless Sneakers looking ever so cool unlike other old businessman. Shit! What was I even doing? Checking him out! I fisted my hands and said Get a hold over yourself'. I started checking his details thinking I could con him. His name was Aarzoo Khan. Nice Name I thought. He was living in his penthouse in Bandra Nagar where usually no one lives. So, that's a good thing for me. Yes, I am going to con him. Something dragged me towards him. I didn't know what. I just left those thoughts there. But, I must say he is a cool guy which I was never. Seeing the harsh realities of life, I took everything seriously.
I read that he was an orphan and soon I felt pity on him. I smacked myself mentally. He was my target and I was pitying on him. Now this was the length. I should just stop thinking about him and think about my plan.
Soon a good plan popped in my mind. This is surely going to be fun.
It was 1:00 o' clock already. I didn't know how my time passed thinking about him. I sat on the sofa with a pizza and coke in my hand and switched on the T.V. to see if anything was coming.
The movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge Hum was playing. It was the last scene. Kajol was running to catch the train and Sharukh gave his hand and pulled her in. I hated romantic stuff. How dumb? I mean you see a person and fall in love and are ready to give your life for them. Seriously, they are the biggest fools. How could you just give your life for it? Here I fight all my life to live and they just give away their lives like that! And the dumbest thing is falling in love. You see a girl and fall in love calling it Love at first sight', you see some person, like her and say that you love her. All that stuff was not my type. I knew I would never be loved. A tear was about to escape my eyes but I stopped myself.
I wondered what type of guy he was. I smacked myself mentally for thinking about him again and started surfing through the channels. Nothing interesting was coming so I started to watch Tom and Jerry. That was far better than others. I giggled as I saw how Jerry irritated Tom and the day passed away. Tomorrow night I was going to put my plan in action.
Chapter 3A: The Meeting
I sat there on the bench near to his penthouse waiting for him to come. I could see if his car from here where I was sitting so that I can put my plan in action.
It was a beautiful night. It looked as if it would bring happiness but I knew it would never happen in my life. A cool breeze touched my face bringing me out of my thoughts. As I turned I saw him coming in his Black SUV. I quickly went and lied on the road facing the other side and applied some tomato sauce on my face as if I had an accident. As soon as he would see me he would ask me what happened. I would act as if I lost my memory. He would take me in his house and I would rob the house and move quickly. Mr. and Mrs. Sharma's money helped me. I guess after this I wouldn't need to rob for another two months.
Aarzoo's POV
It was a beautiful night. It was as if it would bring happiness in his life but he knew no one could ever fill devoid in his heart-Love. He chuckled at the joke. What was he even speaking of? He was speaking of something which he would never get.
He shaked his head out of these thoughts as he saw a woman lying on the road and went to see her.
Aisha's Pov:
I could hear the car come to an halt. He took slow and steady steps towards me. He bent down to my level as he turned me and placed me on his lap. His touch sent shivers down my spine. It was so soft. He tapped me softly on my cheek.
Aar- Excuse me?
His voice was so husky. Shit! What was I even thinking?
And then suddenly it started to rain. I opened my green almond eyes to let them bore into his oceanic blue eyes for which anyone could fall. It was so perfect.
The pitter-patter of the rain was a beautiful tone to me right then. Little did I know the rain would change my life forever.
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Precap: a 3-year leap in the story
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