DRABBLE FIVE B
She was playing pool. No. Correction. She was beating every last top Indian industrialist on Tej Singh Oberoi's VIP contact list, at pool. As Shivaay watched, the head of the Tata Group shrugged off his jacket, grinning at the ethereal temptress in a rose pink ghagra who was holding a cue stick out to him. She was taunting-- No. Correction. She was ANIKA language use karke taunting -- a man Shivaay didn't even dare say "Hello" to. Shivaay stormed forward. He had to fix this! He had almost reached her, to drag her back and apologize, when Shakti Oberoi grabbed his son's arm, stopping him cold.
"Don't be stupid, Shivaay!! Don't you see what is happening? She has every last person here eating out of her hands!! I've been watching my daughter in law in action, and we are all idiots, all of us! Hum sab yeh try kar rahe the, to change her, make her normal. Yeh sochne lage -- kaise Anika ko bilkul badal dalu, kaise usko ek ordinary society girl bana lu! Beta, socho! Tum iss society ke hi member ho, and not one ordinary society girl yeh 32 years pe tumko zara sa bhi affect kar pai. But then yeh pagal ladki ayi, aur six months pe tum is se affected kya?? Isse zabardasti shadhi kaar bethi!!
Aur ab? Shivaay, I am your father. I know my son. Kisso ko nahi batungi, but there is no point in pretending with me. Annika se divorce karna toh dur ki baat, tum iss ladki se ishqbaazi kar beithi. So think, Shivaay! What is it about Anika that made you, a leader in society, fall for her? Kyu ki woh bilkul alag hai, special hai, Anika hai! Aur ab wahi special girl ko hum sab destroy karne wali thi! Shivaay, tum sabse bara fool nikli, aur meri bahu, sabse tez. We have been trying to change her into a generic plastic doll, and here she is, winning over everyone -- and all it took was for her to just be herself. She knew it, she had confidence in who she is, and you did not! Duffer!"
Shivaay was staring. He felt like someone had hit him over the head with a hammer, as he stood, watching his wife win over these VIPs in seconds. VIPs, who actual governments spent years courting in vain. "Arre Uncle-log, mei kya bolu! Aap sabko ko ana hoga, meri moholla me..."and a story followed, explaining how she had learnt pool. Her crazy hand gestures followed, as she told the men to trust her, she would help fix their game. She joked about poor Uncle, who was going to pakka lose to her Desi tevar because of his Angrezi style. "Teen patti aur carom bhi khoob khelti hu mein.."Anika crowed, gleefully, and immediately was besieged as these men chatted over memories of far off, younger days.Ratan Tata, the head of the international Tata Group of Industries --Ratan Uncle-ji-- demanded a forfeit if he won the game. Anika giggled, tossed her hair and challenged him right back.
The older men, all bold faced names in business stepped back from the pool table, grinning and placing bets on her. Ratan Tata played and missed his shot. Ribbing and teasing filled the room, as the men roared, and Ratan Tata ruffled Anika's hair, demanding she play badly and not embarrass him by winning. Anika smirked at him, and minutes later Ratan Uncle-ji was soundly beaten by his "Anika beti" as she took her turn, sinking four balls with two shots. One of Anika's new Uncle-jis-- a stern-faced person who Shivaay had never had the courage to shake hands with-- now stepped forward, smiling toothily, with a glass of lassi for the lady of the hour.
What would Anika demand as her prize from Ratan Uncle? "Ratan se do char Nano cars hi mang lo, beti.." smirked one gentleman, while another suggested diamonds or stock shares. Ratan Tata offered first class, long- term contracts with Tata Industries for her new event management business. Anything Anika beti wanted. "Itne sari 2 rupees wale cheez? Nahi!! Ratan Uncle lose kiya. Ab uska woh hi dena hoga jo shayad kissi bhi nahi pai, uss se.." and as Anika explained what she wanted, delighted laughter filled the hall. Looking comically dismayed, Ratan Tata, the man who had been on the Forbes top 50 Billionaire lists for the past 50 years, meekly agreed to her demands. Laughing and chattering, the men swept their newest daughter off outside, exclaiming at her skills, demanding rematches. They hadn't had this much fun since their long lost tapori college days.
Shivaay, still dazed, now joined his father as they stared at the gang of black suits leaving the hall, surrounding the rosy pink ghagra amidst their center. They watched their Anika strolling off with the VIPs in search of the "jhakkas masala chai" that Ratan Tata had to make himself, at one of the tea stalls in the garden, and then serve to everyone in the pool-party.
Edited by napstermonster - 8 years ago
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