~The Flower of my Heart~New SS Teaser Update at page 28 - Page 2

Part 1

The damsel looked mesmerizing in the traditional half saree she was draped in.

Her large eyes thickly clad in black kajal seemed to penetrate deep through. Her open thick black hair that waved with the wind spread the aroma of the shampoo. The tiny bells in her anklets that adorned her feet tinkled that soothes his ears with a lovely tune.

The Golden Shower tress showered her with the golden flowers

with the wind touching her revealing her tummy chain was simply breathe taking.

He gazed at her for a moment before she gradually faded away.

Maan opened his eyes and for a moment he felt that it was real. For the last few months the same dream recurred once in a while. Maan looked through the railed wooden bedroom, window as he lay on the bed. Few dragon flies flew around in the light rain showers outside. The drizzle brought out the poet inside him which was his favorite hobby. He recited few versed of an old poem he had penned in his diary. The early morning rain filled his heart with warmth that felt heavy after the dream. He asked himself the meaning of the repeated morning dream. He has heard that dreams do come true and especially early morning dreams. He was in his ancestral home in a village in Tamil Nadu.

He comes there often when he feels lonely or to write his heart out. The peaceful place full of green gave a peaceful mind set otherwise from the fast moving city life. Where people forget to breathe in their work pressure. His ancestral home was situated in the middle of fruit trees. His grandparents moved from the busy north after retirement when Maan's dad took over the family business and settled in Tamil Nadu. So Maan did most of his schooling in Chennai with few of his relatives children as they shifted place due to job and other things. He later went on to pursue his career and later joined his dad in Delhi to help him in their family business of construction. Maan achieved great heights in his young age that he became a great businessman and won many awards like young businessman awards etc. He was a role model to every teenager and youngster of his age who reached heights anybody cud dream of.

He was energetic and deals with many difficult situations in business easily. It was that particular year where his life changed drastically exactly a year before.

5 months back

He was in Mumbai for a client meeting with clients from foreign country. It was a busy hour where the clients were explaining every aspects of what they wanted so that his architects can easily understand and proceed with further planning. At one point of the meeting there aroused a confusion between the clients and his team due to some language problem they cudn't catch wat the clients are saying. The issue cud be cleared with the presence of the translator only whom the clients have chosen on behalf of them and she was not present and will be late by half a hour it seemed.

Maan was getting frustrated becoz he was explaining a crucial point and the delegates were getting confused and to his discomfort it was German language he had to speak and he was not aware of tat language as he only knew few language. At that time the door opened and a formally dressed girl came inside excusing herself and murmuring sorry to the gentlemen's and women. Maan did not wait for further explanation from the girl as it was already getting late for his next meeting as he understood tat she was the one they were waiting for from the sigh of relief from the clients and got to his point of explaining the crucial point with the girl translating it with much ease.

With everything settled the date for the next meeting and signing of the contract was decided and everyone shook their hands as the meeting came to an end and the clients dispersed for the lunch provided by Khurana Constructions. One of the clients called the girl and took her to Maan and gave a formal intro.

Client: Mr. Khurana I would like to introduce you to Miss. Divya our company's translator.