MG - Tailor Made - Chapter 18 + Epilogue 09.11.12

Chapter 1: Somewhere in Delhi

Somewhere in Delhi the malls opened and so did the shops inside. This particular mall we are interested in is known to house the most exclusive shops with items reaching sums one can't even imagine. Yet, between all theses big and shiny shops there is one little shop which looks completely out of place. It is a tailoring service.

Just like every morning Geet and her mother Rano prayed to their beloved Babaji and started their day. Many people wondered why this store was allowed in the mall but they did not know that Handa Girls Tailoring Service was the best amongst its competition. Every dress they made was tailored to perfection. They offered reasonable prices and they even ran a same-day-express service. Other than her mother, Geet had her sister Rajji and best friends Pinky and Burger working with her.

At the start they had struggled to get their tailoring service into the mall but after a few richer customers recommended their service to the owner they were given permission. The location of the shop was perfect as just opposite to them was a fabric store called Money Lal Textiles (MLT). It was impossible to miss their service when you exited it.

HGTS was doing good business and Geet was happy the way things were going. But Rano wished for one more thing now. She wanted to find her daughter a good groom. Her daughter was sweet, bubbly, innocent and extremely talkactive but dear and kind at heart. All her life she had dreamed of her daughter to get the best and now she was on the look out.

Pinky was the daughter of a family friend. She and Geet had been childhood friends and both had many things in common, two of which were chatting and food. Food is the word, since Burger, the third one, loved it more than anything else and it was evident from her figure. She was heavy, like a little hippopotamus, Rajji kept saying. Yet the others never loved her less because of that. Burger was born and brought up in Delhi and met Geet and Pinky at the mall one day. They had become friends and Burger, who was looking for a job, joined them.

Somewhere else in Delhi the day started here just like everyday, too. People were running around the place. To an outsider it might seem that this is a vegetable market with people shouting and others replying even louder. The only difference was that they all wore formal office attire.

A siren ran and everything came to a stand still. Then, there was panic.

Maan Singh Khurana, MD of Khurana Constructions, was on his way to his office. His employees tried to clean up the chaos, straighten their clothes and in the case of females, patches up their make up.

Maan entered, looked around and left for his office. There was a sigh of relief but they praised the day before the end.

"MONA, WHERE IS MY COFFEE?" Maan came out of his office fuming. He looked around fro his secretary but couldn't see her.

"Sssiiirr, you ffiiirrreedd hhheeerr yessterdaayyy" Adi stuttered nervously. Maan got frustrated; it was the same every day.

"Adi, get me the Darjeeling file and Tasha get coffee" he said before returning to his office.

This was the usual morning routine in KC apart from one little difference. When he entered his cabin again and had a closer look at his desk he saw an invitation card. He opened it and read. This was not true, was it? He called home.

"Hello Dadima"

"Haan Maan beta bolo. (Yes Maan, speak.)"

"Dadi, yeh kya hain? (Dadi, what is this?)"

"Kya kya hain? (What is what?)"

"Yeh Kya hain? (What is this?)"

"Kya? (What?)"

"Yeh. (This.)"

"Kya? (What?)"

"Dadi"

"Maan" Dadi was holding her laughter as she knew what Maan was trying to say.

"Main is invitation card ki baat karraha hu. (I am talking about this invitation card.)"

"Haan toh, invitation card hain. Tumhe us din us function mein jaana hain. (So, it is an invitation card. You have to attend the function that day.)"

"Main nahin jaunga Dadi, you know I can't stand these sorts of functions."

Maan Singh Khurana was known to get what he wanted but she was his Dadi, too. She made a sad voice, as if she is going to start crying any moment.

"Ok beta. Don't go. You don't love me do you? All you care about is your work. Today I am alive, tomorrow I might die, who is going to look after you then?" Maan knew theses line by heart. His Dadi's tactics were old now yet they never lost their effect. Maan knew he had to give in because he didn't want to risk her really getting ill.

"Fine, but I am not going to stay there for long." He hung up. Dadi smiled and winked at her daughter-in-law who was smiling, too. Maan might reign over others but he had to bow in front of these two women every single time.

~~~~~~~~~

As always, the more comments and likes I receive, the liklier that I will update soon...