here i go with the next part of Tangles...
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City… Canberra, Australia
Time… 7 00 pm
Venue … some hotel…
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'Sir, there is someone called Mr. Aryan from New Delhi, who wants to talk with you. Says it's urgent', a man in a typical waiter clothes spoke to a person sitting on the chair in a deluxe suite, typing some mail on his laptop kept on a mahogany table.
'hmm… Aryan? At this time? Connect me with the line please', he said in his silky, cold voice.
'Sure Sir… just a moment…'
The waiter stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. The phone bell in the room rang a moment after. The man picked it up.
'Aryan Beta… What a surprise! I didn't expect your call today…'
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'How are you my son?'
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'I am completely fine… fit, as if a 20 year…', he sounded extremely happy.
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'What do you want, Aryan?'
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'hmmm….'
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'Oh I see…'
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'But then, does Soha know about it? Have you told her?'
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'I know, it's all planned by you, my son, but doesn't she deserve to know about it as well? I mean, she loves you, doesn't she? And I think that its not wise step in any way not to tell her about your plan beforehand…'
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'It's only relatives and friends, which form our lives, Aryan.'
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'Advice? What advice?'
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'Aryan, from all my experiences in my life, I will tell you that you should confide every thing from your plan with Soha…'
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'Such a sweet girl she is… I liked her when I met her'
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'If you really want to know what I feel Aryan, then I will obviously ask you to –'
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'You thought right, didn't you?'
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'You are nothing without your people… I am hoping against the hope that you will get the meaning right, at least in the end.'
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'I am confident'
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'You should'
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'Yes, every thing, including your plans for that neurosurgeon – umm… what was his name?'
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'Dr Amar Desai… how can I forget?', he whispered.
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'You are right once again, my son…'
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'What? He fled to Mumbai? How rubbish!', he said in a I-don't-believe-in-what-you-say tone.
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'That's really a real heck of good news…', he sounded delighted…
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'In a Fashion Company? Which one? Not CFH, is it?'
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'There… haven't I told you before? Experience is everything… CFH… hmm… interesting…'
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'There you go, Aryan… This is the warning bell for us… if those two get together then I feel that –'
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'Of course, I agree that you and Soha can make impossible, possible. You both have the potential for that.'
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'He will ask her to help him out of this… he is a coward… nothing else!'
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'You made Soha call him? And he responded perfectly friendly with her?'
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'Did he? Really? Seems that he is falling for your plan… great!'
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'hmm… okay fine then…'
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'Yeah… bye… you take care… and one more thing… believe in Soha… She would do anything for you… and take care…'
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'Call me again… remember your father at least once a week!'
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And that man put his phone down back again on the cradle.
He kept thinking… 'Dr Amar Desai, Mind each and every step from my son now onwards… because if you don't Doctor, then it may cost you your life… why? Because you are little bit nosy about things you are not supposed to know… just like your father… you know what Doctor, if you had learned something from your father, then you would have lived a considerably longer life… but no… you didn't… you've got your father's genes in you… the same as his… so its quite obvious that you can't keep yourself away from it… And my son… oh, what a son he is! Aryan… and my would-be daughter-in-law Soha… they make a really nice pair… and Amar… I suppose, even he must be having a girl friend… hmm… he is quite good looking… and with brains… a perfect personality… BUT… but only if he had sense not to interfere in people's business… he should have known all this… should have…'
The flow of his thoughts were interrupted by a door knock. 'Come in…', he said.
A waiter entered inside with a food trolley in his hands. 'Sir, your dinner…'
'Dinner… hmm… I was waiting for it… you know, I am so hungry…'
The waiter served the food in a clean warm plate and kept it in front of him. That man took a 100 dollars note from him wallet and handed over the tip to the waiter…
'Thank you, Sir!'
'Oh never mind… never mind…', he said airily.
'Sir, I shall take your leave now…'
'Sure… sure… you may…', he, once again, said in his silky voice…
The waiter saluted that man and left, closing the door… leaving, once again, that odd man, with the company of his thoughts… that man got up from his chair and looked in the mirror and nodded satisfactory at his own expressions… his own wicked expressions…
**
City… Mumbai
Time… 3 35 pm
Venue… MD office, CFH…
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'Oh… who was your teacher then, over there?', Nishaad asked friendly to a bewildered girl sitting nervously on a chair in front of him, behind the table.
'Well… my… my teacher… Sir…?', she asked hesitantly.
'Yes…', said Nishaad, finally getting up and walking behind her chair, 'teacher. You learned these business tactics from some one, didn't you? Obviously, you didn't know them all by yourself…'
'Yeah… I mean, no… you are right… some one had taught me all these business tactics…'
'And that's what I am asking to you, sweetie… well…c'mon tell me… who's it??', Nishaad asked flirtatiously, as if asking for her boy friend's name, that he was going to slice down for liking her when he did!
'Sir', she told him shyly, 'Her… her name was… was Prof. Kavita Singhania…'
'ohh… Ms Kavita Singhania… I know her personally… she's quite nice…', Nishaad said while walking back on his seat. 'Were you her favorite student?' He kept his hand on his coat which was hung on the back of the chair and looked at her, leaning on one leg.
'Well… actually Sir… I don't… know about all that', she tried to smile a little.
'hmm… She has her own personal favorites… she had told me once… I mean, that's why I asked you this. Umm… enough of the interview. What will you like to have miss - ?', he searched for her name on her certificates file.
'Singh, Sir… Ms Singh…', she said half-heartedly.
'okay… so Ms Singh, what will you like to have? Tea? Coffee??' Nishaad asked sweetly giving one of his best looks to her.
'Sir… I don't think… I want anything… right now', she managed to say these few words and looked down, avoiding his gaze straight at her.
'You may leave now…', Nishaad said strictly and pointed at the exit and she looked up suddenly at his words.
'What Sir?', she asked.
'I said, you may leave now…', he repeated.
Nishaad walked to the other side of the table, leant closer to her, put his hand on the table in front of her and said in a perfectly manly voice and dangerously serious tone, 'You know what, Ms Singh, I think that you are not eligible for this post. Because I think that there are some things you need to know and need to have in yourself before you apply for a job in a company like CFH… There are some basic rules… first, you are not supposed to be shy, which you behaved… second, the person in front of you may behave in any manner that he or she wants but you should remain confident throughout, which again, unfortunately, you didn't… you fell for my chit-chats, which you were not supposed to be… so, in short, Ms Singh', Nishaad took his place on the chair and relaxed, 'you are not selected for the job. You may go…'
Ms Singh looked like someone slapped her hard on her face. She got up, took her purse in her hand and started to leave.
'Ms Singh, one moment'. Said Nishaad and approached her, handed her certificates folder in her hands 'I want to give you one advice… for your bright future, you know… you are not less in the academics, in fact, your achievements are brilliant… you look good… but the only thing is lack of self control… Ms Singh, you have to learn to control yourself… in this business world, these little things are really very important… so just in case, you apply for another job in some other company, remember these things… it will definitely help you…'
Ms Singh smiled and said, 'Thank you, Sir… I will remember your help forever.'
'My pleasure… Have a good day!'
'Good day to you too, Sir.' She stepped out of the office.
Nishaad sighed and returned to his place. He picked up the phone and called up his secretary. 'Priya, next…' 'Sure Sir', came the reply.
In a moment, there was a knock on the door.
'Come in…', said Nishaad leaning back on his chairs, closing his eyes. It's been only 45 minutes since he had started the interviews. But, not a single person he had felt right for the job. Something was missing from each of them… in some cases, the academics achievements or in some cases, confident factor… and not to forget the X-factor… it was missing from all… getting a job at CFH was never so easy… you have to be different from the others… you have to show your specialties, both, at the time of the interview and through your certificates… but none of the aspiring candidates were able to create the impression up to that level… none could impress Mr. Nishaad Arora… none… Nishaad hoped that at least the next person will be good…
'May I come in, Sir?' came a strangely familiar voice.
Nishaad opened his eyes and looked at the door. He couldn't believe his eyes… no… he can't be there… not for the interview… how can he? How can he apply for this job? He stared in astonishment at the person standing at the door…
'May I come in?', Dr Amar Desai repeated…
Nishaad stood up immediately. 'Amar? What are hell you think you are doing here?'
'I am here for the interview, Sir. I have applied for the job', Amar replied.
'But, Amar – '
Amar cut Nishaad in mid-sentence. 'Dr Amar, Sir… Dr Amar Desai… I must tell you that I am not here as your sister-in-law's friend, I am here as an aspirant for the job.'
'Amar, but, what is the need for you to apply in a fashion house? You are a well-known neurosurgeon… you have a fat income in one of the most reputed hospitals in -'
'Can I have a seat?', Amar asked Nishaad stepping closer to the chair.
'Amar, I am asking you something…'
'Can I have a seat?', Amar repeated coolly. Nishaad nodded. Amar pulled the chair out of the table and sat on it.
'Are you going to answer my questions?'
'I will, Sir… I certainly will…'
'Then, why aren't you answering them?', Nishaad demanded.
'Because I feel that they are not related to the questions you were supposed to ask me for the job, Sir', said he, without changing the tone of his voice even slightly.
'Why do you need a job in the first place? Amar, is there a problem? You can tell me, if there is… I mean, we are friends now, aren't we? Then – '
'Sir, why don't you ask me something that is more important when it comes to a job at CFH? I think, those questions will be more appropriate…'
'Amar, I am not getting a single thing you are doing… You were there, with all of us for the lunch and then just a couple of hours after you came to my office applying for a job? Why should a surgeon like you would apply for a business related job?'
'Sir, I just told you something…', said Amar calmly.
'Amar, I am unable to understand anything. I don't know why are you doing this with yourself and can's see any reason for it myself.' Nishaad said with urge to help, 'Excuse me…', Nishaad added and shrugged. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number… 'I need to inform Deep about this…'…the bell rang…
'Hey Jiju, how come you called me now?', Deep answered through the phone, 'I thought you are busy in the interviews…'
'I am, Deep…', he glanced at Amar, to see whether there were any expression changes on his face, but his face remained passive…
'So what's up? Did you miss me so badly that you called me up in between the interviews? Or was Di's phone engaged that you dialed my number instead?', she joked with him.
'No… not like that…'
'Then?', Deep enquired.
'Actually, I wanted to talk with you…'
'Go on… from when you started asking for my permission to talk with me?'
'Well… I would prefer, if you are free, could you please come to my office? You see, it's urgent…', he said as a matter-of-factly.
'Is it something serious? You are sounding – '
'Deep, we can talk that afterwards… please… make it quick…'
He cut the phone and picked up the one, on the table…
'Priya, Deep is coming to meet me. Let her in when she comes… and send three cups of coffees along…'
He put the phone back on its place and turned his head towards Amar, who was shuffling though his certificates once more before the interview actually started. Nishaad drank some water from the glass of water placed on his table.
'Amar, can you tell me what exactly are you doing here?'
'Can we start our intervi – '
And the door opened. 'Jiju, what happe –' she stopped in between seeing Amar sitting there. 'Amar? Is that you?', she asked changing the track of her question suddenly. She was stunned… he told her before leaving that he had an interview at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and hence he had to leave them. And then, he had gone in his car. He had told her that he would call her back if he gets selected… he had said that the job was important… but all along, was it a job at CFH??...
'Amar – what… what are you doing here? Now???', Deep asked him coming closer to him and sitting on the second chair besides Amar.
'That's what I asked him but –', Nishaad started to say but Amar interrupted in between.
'But I refused to answer', Amar completed the sentence coolly.
'Amar… what happened? Tell me', Deep pleaded to him, 'First you come to Mumbai without even informing me about it. Okay… I am ready to accept that it might be for some other reason you behaved like that but then you come here applying for a job? Its not making any sense to me,,,'
'Amar, I don't know you much', Nishaad added, 'but Deep knows you very well… you've been friends for years. You don't tell me what actually had happened, but you can tell her. I am sure that she will understand you completely.'
'Sir, I have told you before that I am not interested in telling anyone what had happened, said Amar, 'because nothing had happened.'
'It had', Deep shouted, 'it's clearly written on your face that you are lying. Amar, you were never like this. I remember old days – '
'Old days…', Amar sighed, 'old days were the golden ones, Deep… but gold doesn't remain shiny forever, does it?'… there was much dryness in his voice…
'You have never talked like that before…', said Deep, dropping her volume low..
'I told you just now Deep… Days never remain same… they change with time…'
'Amar, please don't talk in riddles…'
Amar looked at Nishaad, who was looking at the pair with tons of concern in his eyes. 'Sir, shall we start with the interview? I believe that many people are waiting outside for their turn. So Deep, will you please – '
'I Am Not Going Anywhere, Amar, You Get That?', Deep shouted at him, 'if those people are really very desperate for the job, they will come back again tomorrow. I need to know what is the matter? Why have you changed? Where is the Amar, I've met when I was in New Delhi? Have you left your previous job? Why? How come you developed interest in fashion all of a sudden?'
'Deep –'
'I want the answers NOW…', said Deep in a commanding voice.
Amar looked down at his feet, apparently unable to say anything further.
'Are you going to give me those?', Deep asked him, this time, desperately, the commanding tone vanishing in thin air like anything… Why Amar had changed? She had noticed that before too, at the time of the lunch that Amar wasn't his usual self… but she had thought that he must be feeling a little awkward with her friends and her relatives… again, an odd thing… Amar used to mingle in people very easily… yes, time was the factor for the change of behavior in Amar… but that cant be all… there had to be other reasons for Amar's silence…
Finally, he nodded. Deep put her hand on one of his shoulders and looked at his face.
'What is it, Amar?'
A tear trickled down his handsome face. He wiped it clean with his hand and then looked up at Deep.
The door was knocked. 'Come in…', said Nishaad. All three of them looked at the door. The canteen man entered with a tray in his hands.
'Coffee, Sir', he said. 'Keep it on the table', Deep told him.
He came forward, put the tray on the table. 'Shall I serve it, Ma'am?', he asked politely. Deep nodded. He served the coffee to all three of them and left.
'Have your coffee first, Amar. You look tense', said Deep.
'It's okay, Deep… I am fine...' Amar told her, 'really…' he added as an answer to her concerned look.
'I understand that you are feeling concerned about me, Deep…', Amar continued with his story, 'also I know that my story is not entirely mine. It's got some relation with you guys too. That's why I had to come here, applying for a job at CFH. My life is at stake… so is –', he stopped abruptly.
'What are you talking about, Amar? Why is your life at stake?', Nishaad asked him, bending a little forward in his chair.
'Nishaad, some people are against me and my principles…'
'Why?'
'It all started seven years ago, when Deep had come to Delhi and coincidently met me. Deep Bedi – sister of Simran Arora… Deep – my friend…'
'Simi???', Nishaad shouted, 'what Simi had got to this, Amar? Simi… she didn't even know you before today morning… how can she be related to you in any way Amar? I assure you that she hadn't done anything wrong in her entire life… she is all so innocent and happ –'
'I know it, Nishaad…', consoled Amar, 'I know everything about her…'
'You do?', Nishaad looked horror-struck. He couldn't believe his ears, 'How can you know all this? This was never known beyond a few people in the world, two of which are sitting in front of you and then there is Simi, herself…'
'You are wrong then', said Amar, 'there are many people know about that incident and the involvement of Ms Simran Bedi it… more than you could ever imagine…'
'But how?', asked Deep… No one can possibly know it apart from them… no one should know it, apart from them…
'I don't know… They have blackmailed me when they came to know that I am a friend of yours, Deep…', his voice was now shaky… 'not only me… but my Dad too…' he couldn't continue further.
'Uncle?', exclaimed Deep, 'Where does Uncle come into picture, Amar?'
'It's simple, Deep, he knew it too… he got himself involved in all this incidentally… didn't mean to… and when he refused to do anything against you, they…' he stopped midway.
'They what?', asked Nishaad.
'They… they killed him…' a few more drops followed the path of the first tear…
'WHAT??? HOW CAN THEY DO SUCH A MEAN THING WITH UNCLE?', shouted Deep.
'They have…', Amar told them, wiping his tears, 'They have already done it… I have tried to find out who they are, when Dad left us… but I couldn't… there are always different people who contact me so that I couldn't trace them back… and they know that I've tried to find about them and they have warned me if I do anything like that again then… then they will kill me, too…'
Nishaad closed his eyes… seven years, it had been, when he came in front of Ms Simran Bedi… when they met… when she was too much of an attitude person… when he fell in love with her… when she agreed to their marriage… and the most important of all… when he heard the truth about Ms Simran Bedi… when he came to know about her dark past… when they met Dr Khan for that… when he settled out the things for the time-being…
All this time, they were planning their next move, when Simran lived a peaceful life in Mumbai… took CFH to a new height… learned to enjoy her life with Nishaad, who cared for her more than anything…who cared more for her happiness… and Amar's father????
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well... thts all for today guys... hope you like this one too... i know this part adds a tint of mystery to my fic... much more mystery coming up in the next ones....
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