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Chapter 9 - An Indecent Proposal
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Meher moved about her room disinterestedly sorting things into various boxes. She was tired. The last 48 hours had been hell. Two days ago, her mother had doubled over in pain. She had been checked into the hospital, but with her rapidly deteriorating condition, the doctors didn't think she would be discharged. It was just a matter of time now.
On her mother's insistence, Meher's wedding date had been moved up. Mr. Kashyap's son was out of town. He'd be back in a few days and then they'd be married. Meher hadn't met him yet, or bothered to ask anything about him. It really didn't matter, because she didn't care about anything anymore.
Meher was startled out of her thoughts by the ringing of her cell phone. She grabbed it quickly, praying that it wasn't the hospital calling. To her relief it was an unknown number.
"Hello?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"Hello Meher? It's Preet", said the caller.
"Who?" asked Meher.
"Preet...I'm Veera's brother. You remember we met at her wedding", Preet reminded her.
"Oh...of course. How could I forget?" said Meher.
"Listen I have something really important to discuss with you", began Preet.
"Not now, Preet. I'm a little busy", said Meher.
"But Meher..." said Preet.
Meher hung up, but Preet called her back right away.
"Look I know you don't really like me, but I bugged my sister on her honeymoon just to get your number, so the least you could do is hear me out", Preet pleaded. "I need your help..."
"I'm sorry Preet", sighed Meher. "I really don't have time to talk to you right now".
Preet was about to say something, but Meher hung up on him again.
A few days later...
Meher had just returned from visiting her mother at the hospital. She was surprised to see Preet standing outside her door.
"Hi Meher", he said.
"What are you doing here?" asked Meher.
"I had to see you. I mean...I have to talk to you", said Preet. "You wouldn't speak to me on the phone so I came all the way up to Delhi to see you. It's really important. I won't take up too much of your time. Dharti Ma ki kasam".
Meher hesitated for minute, then opened her door and motioned for Preet to follow her. "I'm really tired, so please make this quick", she said, as she took a seat on the sofa and indicated for him to do the same.
"Okay...um...I don't really know where to begin", Preet said, taking a deep breath. "But here goes...I need you to pretend to be my wife for a few days".
"What?!" Meher asked in surprise.
"Okay maybe that didn't sound right, but please give me a chance to explain", sighed Preet. "You see I've been working on this ad campaign for weeks and after dragging my heels at the agency for 2 years I finally got a shot at handling the advertising campaign for an international client. But the boss took all my hard work and ideas and just handed it over to someone else, because he feels I'm not committed, stable or settled down enough. Basically because I'm not married and bogged down with a mortgage.
So my best friend Gaurav spoke to him on my behalf and some pictures of us from Veera's wedding just happened to be lying around...and it seemed like a good idea to him at the time...although trust me we both are having serious second thoughts now...but he kind of told my boss that I was married. I mean that we were married.
And now Mr. Bakshi wants to meet you. There's a company party next week, and he insists that you be there. And so I need you come down to Mumbai for a couple of days and pretend to be my wife".
Meher got up with a look of obvious disgust on her face, and pointed towards the door. "Get out", she said.
"I know what you must be thinking. What's in it for you...right? Don't worry...I'll make it worth your while", smiled Preet. "I'll cover all the travel expenses, and pay you 10000 rupees on top of that. Not bad eh? You can finally buy yourself some decent furniture. Consider it a business proposition".
"No!" said Meher.
"Boy you sure drive a hard bargain", sighed Preet. "Okay how about 15000 rupees, plus a little extra so you can buy a new dress too".
"What do you take me for...a chump?!" cried Meher. "Get out!"
"20000", tried Preet.
"I said out!" cried Meher.
"Meher, trust me, this is not some ploy to take advantage of you, I'm in a real bind", pleaded Preet.
"It's not that I don't believe you", scoffed Meher, as she nudged Preet towards the door. "I'm just 100% sure you're lying. Look...I've got enough problems as it is without you adding to them. Now leave".
"But...I'll get fired", said Preet.
"Yeah well...I don't want you to think that I'm insensitive or anything", said Meher, "but deep down...I really don't care.
And with that she slammed the door on Preet's face.
"Ooo-kay...I get it...you want to think about it some more. I'm cool with that. I'll tell you what...", said Preet as he spoke through the door. He quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and slid it under Meher's door. "I'll leave you my contact information. You change your mind and...you'll know where to come".
Meher picked up the paper, angrily tore it into bits, and tossed it into the trash bin in the kitchen.
"Meher?" cried Preet. "Meher are you even listening to me?! I'm desperate here!"
Preet knocked on Meher's door repeatedly in an effort to get her to listen to him, but she continued to ignore him. And after a neighbor peeked out of his door and threatened to call the police, he had no choice but to leave.
Inside the apartment, Meher had returned to her packing, but it wasn't long before her phone rang again. She answered it almost on the first bell. It was her Balwant Chacha. "Meher beta", he said solemnly, "you better come to the hospital real quick".
One week later...
Meher sat motionless in a private room of a luxury hotel in New Delhi, as a beautician put on the final touches of her bridal makeup.
It seemed as if she had done nothing but cry of late. And now she had grown cold and numb from all that had happened to her in the past few days. Meher tried to remember the last time she saw her mother. She had been connected to all kinds of tubes and monitors. She looked so fragile. And she had smiled at her one final time before passing away. Tears began to well up in Meher's eyes.
"You're not going to start crying already are you?" asked the beautition, as she carefully dabbed the corners of Meher's eyes. "I mean you don't want to spoil your makeup, before you even go downstairs".
Just then there was a knock on the door. Meher's chacha peeked in the room. "Could I have a few minutes alone with my niece?" he asked.
"Sure", said the beautician, as she packed up her things and left. "My work here is done anyway".
Balwant Maan pulled up a chair in front of Meher and took her hand in his. "Meher Beta, I know you must be feeling like you're all alone in this world. But I want you to know that I'm here for you", he said.
Meher looked up at her chacha questioningly rather than with hope.
"I know everything has happened so suddenly", continued Balwant. "But if you need more time, just tell me and I'll speak to Mr. Kashyap and..."
"You'll do no such thing!" cried Daljeet, as she entered the room. "Hai main mar jawaan! (Just kill me why don't you!) This is no time to be giving the bride cold feet. Ab toh dulha bhi aagaya hai(especially now that the groom has arrived)".
"But Daljeet...", began Balwant.
"No buts", cried Daljeet. "Look Meher. I know you're still mourning for your mother. And you must think I have no heart for insisting on you getting married as planned. But it's for your own good really. The Kashyaps are such wealthy people. This can be the start of a better life for all of us, and I won't let you throw this chance away. You don't really expect your chacha and me to be burdened with your responsibility, after putting up with your mother for so many years, do you?"
Meher glared angrily at Daljeet.
"Um...uh...what I mean is...this was your mother's last wish", stuttered Daljeet. "I'm sure she's looking down on you and smiling right now. And if you want to keep her smiling, get downstairs fast. Ab chalo (let's go)...", Daljeet said to Balwant, as she dragged him out with her.
It wasn't until her chacha and chachee left that Meher felt a tear trickle down her cheek. She covered her face with her hands in an effort to stifle her sobs. She felt so alone. But this was her mother's last wish, she reminded herself. She took a deep breath and was about to get up, when someone else's reflection behind hers in the mirror caught her eye.
"I always knew you'd make a beautiful bride", smiled Viren.
"Tum (You)? Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho (What are you doing here)?" Meher asked in surprise, as she turned to face him. "Chale jao yahan se!" (Go away from here!)
"Now now Meher...apne hone wale pati se is tarah baat karte hain kya? (Is that any way to talk to your future husband?)" grinned Viren.
"What rubbish!" cried Meher. "I'm getting married to..."
"...Dev Kashyap's son", said Viren, finishing her sentence for her. "Allow me to present myself...Viren Kashyap, heir apparent to the Kashyap fortune...at your service. I told you that you'd come back to me one day, didn't I Meher? And here we are".
Viren attempted to take Meher's hand in his and kiss it, but she pulled it back in disgust.
"Don't touch me!" she cried.
"Hey it's alright. I can wait...until tonight", snarled Viren.
"If you think for one minute that I'm going to marry you, your gravely mistaken", said Meher. "I'm going downstairs and calling this wedding off right now".
"You'll do no such thing Meher", said Viren as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards him. "There's no way I'm letting my golden goose get away".
"What are you talking about?" Meher cried as she struggled to free herself from Viren's grip.
"You don't know?" asked Viren. "Well then...let me enlighten you.
My ever loving step-father had decided to write me off from his will...something about him not appreciating my life style. Then 2 weeks ago, he announced that a friend of his was on her death bed, and I could redeem myself by marrying her daughter. I was dead set against the idea, until he announced that he had changed his will and named his friend's daughter as the sole beneficiary of all his wealth, to be transferred back to me, if and only if, I complied with his wishes and married her.
You can imagine my delight when I found out who my bride to be was. So I cleverly did my part and stopped drinking, gambling, and partying, and took up the role of the redeemed son he always wanted. Heck I even showed up for a company meeting. The old man couldn't be more thrilled. He believes arranging this marriage is the best decision he's ever made.
Of course I knew if you found out about me, your reaction would be quite different, so I cleverly stayed out of sight. Fortunately for me, you were too busy with your ailing mother to be concerned about anything else".
"This can't be happening!" said Meher. "I'm telling you...you had better leave...or else I'll call..."
"...the police?" Viren finished her sentence for her. "Sure...go ahead. In fact DSP saab is down stairs. I'll be happy to introduce you to him myself...after we're married that is. Some of his men are handling the extra security. It's amazing what you can buy in this country".
"You snake!" said Meher. "Just when I think you've sunk as low as possible, you find a basement door!"
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me", Viren chided Meher, as he gently traced her face with his finger. "Who says they can't have their cake...and eat it too?" He let out a sinister laugh that sent a cold chill down her spine.
Just then a friend of Viren's knocked on the door. Much to Meher's relief Viren released her from his grip.
"Hey Viren", said Gurinder. "I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing up here? Don't you know its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"
"Come on Gurinder", said Viren. "You know I don't believe in that crap".
"Wow!" said Gurinder, as he got a glimpse of Meher.
"Watch it!" said Viren. "Bhabi hai tumhari (She's your sister-in-law)".
"Right", grinned Gurinder. "Anyway your dad is looking for you. The pandit just arrived. They're ready to start the ceremony".
"Great", smiled Viren. "See you in a little bit Mrs. Viren Kashyap". He winked at Meher before closing the door behind him.
Meher placed her hand on the back of a chair in order to steady herself, and looked around the room frantically for a place to hide. There was no way she was going to marry Viren. Just then the door opened again. Meher jumped in fright. To her relief it was Maya.
"Hey Meher, they're calling you downstairs and...", Maya stopped mid-sentence. "Oh my God are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost".
"Maya", gasped Meher, "you have to help me please. Viren was just here".
"Viren? What did that sleeze bag want?" asked Maya.
"He's Mr. Kashyap's son. I'm supposed to be getting married to him", sobbed Meher. "I had no idea! I don't know what to do".
"Oh my God!" cried Maya. "Okay...don't panic. We'll just talk to your chacha and chachee, they'll talk to Mr. Kashyap and call off the wedding".
"No", Meher cried in a panic. "They don't care. No one cares! Mr. Kashyap thinks this marriage is the only way to save his son...and chachee...she only cares about money. She'll insist on me marrying Viren no matter what".
Maya's eyes widened in shock as Meher told her the details of the conversation she just had with Viren.
"Then there is only one thing to do. You'll have to make a run for it", said Maya, as she opened her purse and took out some money. "Here, take this, get a cab and go home. Change out of these wedding clothes, and stay out of sight. I'll go downstairs and stall the wedding for as long as I can. When the fuss dies down here, I'll come home and we'll decide what to do next. Okay?"
"Okay", said Meher. She gave Maya a hug, checked the hall to make sure no one was looking and then made a run for it.
Downstairs...
Viren was making his way to the mandap when Gurinder came running up to him and whispered something in his ear.
"Are you sure?" asked Viren. Gurinder nodded in reply. Just then Viren spotted Maya. "Where's Meher?" he demanded, as he walked up to her.
"She...uh... needed a little more time to get ready", lied Maya. "Heh heh...you know how it is...a girl wants to look her best on her wedding day".
"Oh really", growled Viren, as he angrily grabbed her by the arm. "Gurinder here tells me he just saw Meher getting inside a cab. Where did she go Maya?"
"I...I have no idea what you're talking about?" said Maya, as Viren pushed her aside with disgust.
"We owe a lot of money to some very nasty people", whispered Gurinder. "And they're going to start looking to collect very soon. You said everything would be alright after tonight. What are we going to do now?"
"I'll try to keep dad and the Maans busy. In the meantime, send someone over to Meher's apartment and see if she's there", ordered Viren. "And I want you to take some guys and check all the nearby bus stops and train stations. She's dressed like a bride, so she shouldn't be too hard to spot. I don't care if you have to drag her back here kicking and screaming, just bring her back. I'll teach her not to mess with me".
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