It is funny something as capricious as time fails to change people and their tastes. Om Doshi's mansion was the same opulent structure as it was eleven years ago. From the elaborate signboard which proclaimed its inhabitants' business acumen to the well furnished living room where she she was ushered, Barkha could sense no evident alteration. Not in the alignment of the chairs, the couch or the divan. Not even in the color of the drapes in the room. "You've been to this house before beta. Remember anything?" the old family retainer, who ushered her into the room, asked Barkha. Barkha's monosyllabic reply was a simple "Yes." "Shall I get you anything to drink? To eat?". "No.Thank you." "Saab will be here soon." "Thank you." The old man made to leave and just before he exited the room he turned back and said in a poignant voice, "You know beta, the only regret which Sagar beta's mother had before her death was that she did not see a reconciliation between father and son in her lifetime. I hope you and Saab come to terms before the end of Saab's lifetime."
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting for long." Her grandfather's voice was as professional as always. "No Sir." "Well, Have a seat. I'm sure you've been reading the newspapers these past couple of days. You've seen your husband's lack of responsibility towards the Doshi name. He's a Virani and look what he does ------------ Absolutely no botheration about Doshi reputation. Why the ................" "I'm well aware of Nakul's virtues and vices, Sir." Barkha said in an even tone. "Well...okay....But as you know I've revoked my earlier will which gave your husband 51% share of Doshi Inns.....The sole franchise of Doshi group which your father started on his own. Before I sign them away in your name, I want you to disassociate yourself with Nakul Virani. Professionally atleast, though if you want to do so personally I would be glad. But then of course you'll do that on your own, you are not going to be working as Nakul Virani's banquet manager when you are the majority stakeholder of Doshi Inns. That was a lowly job. God knows why you took it up in the first place. The contents of the new will would be disclosed in the party tomorrow. In your favor. And you'll announce your disaffiliation with Virani Restaurant. Ok?"
Barkha heard her grandfather out with perfect calm. She however did not assent to or contest her grandfather's statements. "I'll see you at the party tomorrow Sir." " Barkha, I hope you remember that Sagar invested a lot in Doshi Inns. He loved it like he loved your mother and his fondest hope was that you own and run it with the same level of commitment and passion as he did. Your father would have wanted you to do atleast that much for Doshi Inns." Barkha nodded and walked to the door. Om Doshi smiled to himself. "One more thing .... Your husband would have to pay considerable penalty since the contract he signed with Harrah's would be invalidated now. In lieu of protecting our reputation in the market, I would be willing to loan him the amount. Interest free. You manage Doshi Inns. I'll manage your husband."