The Equals!!! chp-04 updated WITCH meets DRACULA!!! - Page 5

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After pestering the dealer for half an hour he agreed to be Omkara's dealer too. Omie dropped me at my place, as I walked inside my 1300sq feet house I felt proud on myself to decorate in such a way that at least it's soothing to be called where Anika Sing...no Anika S lives.

Though the standards of life and life style in which I started my life no more exists yet my classic blood never let me compromise with the situations and surroundings.

Sahil himself is a very brilliant guy and I know he can make his way. His studies can be completed till ten boards easily with his father's pension, the left out fortune for him and me. I never used them because my self- respect never allowed me to use them as they were never mine. It was enough they adopted me and let me live the way I liked, and so I saved my part for Sahil too.

It's merrier when people rise, it's tragedy when they falls!

I am intelligent not because I am by birth rather time forced me to be. My scholarships in school, college, university was enough to let me stay in the hostel with reputation and groom myself.

The key to all answers are left in the hands of time, and the secrets of dark are kept in the storeroom of past.

How did I manage to come up to this position of life only I knew it. Thanks to the knowledge which were bestowed upon me being the biggest and brightest girl in the family. My knowledge of dancing, singing, painting, horse riding, karate and different languages always helped me in my part-time jobs. Apart from that I had done tuitions and also translations work because of my knowledge of five different languages English, Hindi, Bengali, Japanese and French.

With these assets I never had the problem of overcoming the financial crisis created by life. Till the age of fourteen; I was taught everything which would have benefited me as my parents thought. And so indeed they helped me the most.

I took my diary and scribbled whatever came to my mind, I can only say what I wrote was wrote from heart.

Khwaab ki nagri hai tu,

Sarfarosh saathi hai tu,

Bebafa rahi hai tu,

Par sabki armaan hai tu,

Tu hai koi sunheri sapna,

Dehleez ret ki tu,

Paani dikhe har jagah,

Par ek boond ke liye tarsaaye tu,

Meri haari ZINDEGI hai tu.

Zindegi' life of a damsel in distress.

No, I can't shut myself up in darkness though I am hell scared of it. My eyes shifted to my wardrobe. Though I left that class, I can never let go of myself. I know that I can never throw tantrums like I want diamond embedded jewelleries in a large variety but what I have I cannot ever let go of it.

"Raakh se khudko sameta hai, raakh me naa badal paaoge mujhe tum zindegi"

I am a witch who bewitches any web of demands of life, such an odd case.

I took my notepad out and wrote, Find a place for part time job'. After writing it I stared at the page for some moments. Now I have the capability to work hard and gain back the class and money what I lost, but will that be enough?

Work on the paintings' the next thing I could only write to keep off my worrying mind out of the atmosphere right now.

Okay my schedule is fixed for next two months.

I took my cell and switched on the data usage only to find messages piled up from Om in what's app...

Ani

Continue...

Thanks dear for the dealer

Welcome

You look hot...

The last message indeed caught my attention; it was so not like Omie.

You are not Omie who are you?

How do you know?

I just know...

Sorry Ani my small bro took the cell from my hand and texted you.

So it wasn't you?

No

How old is he?

20 College student, 2^nd year,

P.S. College of Arts

PS College of Arts how could I forget? Thought I and typed back to Omie.

Thanks Omie.

Why?

Well leave that I will take a part time job.

Seriously?

Yes...

So that you can have time to devote to the work of exhibition.

Bingo...

Okay Good night then, That Dumb bell Oberoi is disturbing a lot.

Dumb bell?

Me and my bro call him that.

How many siblings are you guys in total?

Four, I have one brother and one sister and our big bro is my cousin.

Joint family?

Yes...

Great. Good night...

Good night.

PS College of Arts, I took out a number from the contact list and dialed in that number...

"Nilima Sengupta speaking..."

"Lima Anu speaking"

"Anu how are you?"

"Fine... now tell me how are you Miss IITian?"

"Good...and what's with this Miss IItian? As if I am the only one..."

"The odd one out...An IItian with a great sense of fashion which is really hard to get"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"So then you are a beauty with brains"

"Thank you; well I need a favor from you"

"Say, I will help in any way I could"

"Remember that day in Face Book we were talking and you mentioned that the canteen manager of the College where your father is the trustee is going on a vacation with her husband and children. You yourself is attached with them so you knew actually it was for the treatment of herself who is a patient of arthritis pain"

"Yes"

"How many days she want vacation?"

"For the full treatment near about two months"

"Can I replace her for these two months?"

"What are you crazy? The topper of IIM..."

"Don't get so hyper Lima, I actually need a part time job not a full time as I have an Art Exhibition after two months."

"Oh... That's the reason?"

"Yes, just take care no one knows my education qualification"

"Okay...Now I am clear why are you after the replacement job the one who can easily grab the position of CEO with her certificates..."

"Thanks dear you understood my problem, just take care whatever I said to you"

"Don't worry, I will tell dad. You can come to College tomorrow. The canteen time will be ten to twelve thirty."

"Thanks dear"

"Don't thank me I am feeling really good that I could help you in some way"

"That's way too big help...Good night"

"Good night"

And here ends the search of part time job, I heard my cell ringing again.

Now who is calling at this hour? Thought I and received the odd number.

"Hello Anika S speaking"

"Miss Anika this is Rajashree Iyer; Head of Care Orphanage."

"Yes...How may I help you?"

"We got your number from Nexa NGO"

Nexa NGO, a name with which I am quite associated.

"Yes...I choreographed dance for their students once. They even got financial help from the Government as the dance picked the Chief Minister's interest"

"That's why I am contacting you...We want you to choreograph a dance for our students. The details can we speak meeting each other?"

"Well...okay I will choreograph, so tomorrow at two?"

"Sure..."

"Please text me the address"

"Okay"

And I cut the call...After sometime I received the address.

So now I really feel like a witch for the life who never bends to the rules and harsh situations which Life brings...After all I am Anika.

Next Day:

I groom myself in the look of simple keeping the look quite fresh yet classy to some extent. Blood never in the road of compromise.

I wore a long kurti in skin color and blue linings, sandal matched and to the simplest way pearl earrings with a similar watch. To the matching trend I also took my blue sling bag with me. I can afford them, at least I and my brother are not that poor to be below poverty line.

As I started my day in the College canteen, the canteen manager has shown me everything perfectly. The stocks, the kitchen and everything of the canteen. After that she left for her place handing me the canteen for next two months.

Oh man! This looks hard thought I.

I took a deep breath which eventually calmed me down.

"Breads, paw bhaaji everything ready"

"Ma'am"

The cook called me and I went inside the kitchen.

"Yes"

"The roti sabzis are ready and so the rolls"

"Okay I am taking them outside to the canteen. Soon will be eleven, the students will be out for lunch"

"Okay...Ma'am"

As I went outside I saw the waiters arriving.

"Will you guys help me?" called I

"Ma'am you are the new manager?"

"Yes"

"Okay we will help"

"What's your names?"

"Raju and Seema"

"Well Raju you help me to shift the food here. Seema check whether the doughnuts had arrived or not"

"Okay ma'am"

As me and Raju finished our work students started to arrive and I became busy with them.

Meanwhile Seema and said the doughnuts will be delivered in half an hour.

Raju and Seema started serving the students.

"Hello you are the new canteen manager here?"

I looked at the owner of the voice removing my attention from the Sales Book, she was a girl who was wearing a yellow orange salwar suit.

"Yes"

"Do you have doughnuts?"

"Well not right now. It will be delivered in half an hour. You can give your name I will write it in a piece of paper."

"Priyanka Singh Oberoi"

"We will announce your name in the canteen mike"

"Sure"

After some time when I announced her name she came and took the food, the canteen was almost empty that time. I talked with her and we easily got mixed and we became friends.

At twelve thirty I made my way to a hotel for lunch and then to the orphanage. After reaching there I checked my watch and there was still fifteen minutes left before being two. So I called Sahil to enquire whether he had his lunch or not and he confirmed that he is about to have. After thatI directly went to the main office of the orphanage where I got introduced to the head Miss Rajashree Iyer. And we talked about the dance.

"So what I have to do Miss Rajashree?"

"There will be Maha Arti in Ganesh Temple. The Oberoi Empire will organize it in the birthday of Late Rajat Singh Oberoi. And our NGO students will dance there. You have to teach them to dance."

"Sure"

"What kind of song will you teach?"

"Getting the atmosphere I think Deva Shree Ganesha song will be better"

"That's better"

"How many children?"

"Twenty"

"Your payment will be three thousand"

"Well I put my fees at six thousand"

Now she will definitely say four thousand thought I.

"Four thousand"

Business strategy rule.

"Five thousand or no"

"Okay no problem"

And five thousand was what I actually had wanted.

"So...?"

"Okay am giving two thousand in advance"

"Sure...three thousands after work"

"Okay"

"Good bye"

"Good bye"

I turned and start walking to the main gate of NGO when a white car came and was almost about to hit me. The one who was driving got his hands on brakes which saved me from dying.

"Had you got only Shivay Singh Oberoi's car to die?" said the driver.

"Hello you were the one who wanted to run the wheels over me"

"Driver what happened?" I heard that man say.

Shivay Singh Oberoi I heard that name...Yes the MD of the Oberoi Groups of Industries.

Don't you think Anika that you are getting to meet so many Oberoi's these days...First Omakara then Priyanka and now Shivay...I laughed at my own joke.

"What is there to laugh?" blabbered I on my own and looked at the direction of the car. The driver was explaining something to Mr. Shivaay.

Then I saw this man coming out of his car. He came near me, indicated the driver to bring something.

The driver brought a small briefcase. He opened it and took out a bundle of cash and slapped on my cheeks with that.

"I hope this will prevent you to come in front of cars of rich men for next few days"

What the...This guy has the ego tall as Eifell Tower.

I hold the bundle, he has ego and I have self respect and right now I shouldn't deny that he made a new enemy for himself and that's none other than me. He again sat in his car...The driver was about to start the engine. I looked around, saw flower pots with plants in them, I hold a plant from them and went in front of their car. The driver looked at me shocked; I smiled at him twisted pot and landed it over the wind screen breaking into pieces. The driver ran away in fear but Shivay Singh Oberoi who didn't run away came out of the car and stand in front of me.

The people from the orphanage came running.

I took out a five hundred from that bundle and slapped that bundle in the face of that man in the same way he did to me some moments back.

"Now you will think twice before speaking about a person whom you don't know at least"

And I handed the five hundred note to the care taker of the orphanage to buy a pot and plants for their garden.

I shouldn't deny that I am not that environment friendly, but I could see the Dracula who feeds ego for himself standing there shocked to the core.

Let him be a Dracula but I am also a witch...Let's see where does this runs off!!!

PRECAP: "What is this girl doing here?"

I turned around to see the owner of the voice which was none other than that Shivaay Singh Oberoi.

"Sir she is the choreographer of the students"

"This woman?"

"Yes...Any problem?"

I saw Rajashree running to bring water for this man.

"I don't talk to lower middle class people"

I heard Rajashree shouting, "Sir is thirsty bring water"

I saw the tap of the garden and saw a filled bucket near it.

I threw water of the whole bucket on him.

"Enjoyed your drink Mr. Thirsty Oberoi. Don't you dare decide off other's class next time," said I.

Rajashree came running and tried to assure him that I will leave the job.

"I won't return the advances and leave this"

She looked at me angrily thinking because of me the orphanage will lost the financial help which the Oberois will give them.

"Don't worry Oberois are stable with their deals. We won't back off this because of the problems created by this girl. And you...I will see you separately"

"Definitely I won't back off! Don't you want to know the name of your new enemy?"

He looked at me.

"It's Anika"

"You did the biggest mistake of your life I won't forget this name ever"

"Let's see who pays the most," said I angrily.

Sry 4 such a long update

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Mimi😎

Thnk u so much😊