Mr. Shravan Jay - A fanfic on Shravan and Sachi

Mr. Shravan Jay - the regional manager of (Mercedes/BMW/Jeep/ Chevrolet - whichever you like) has come to Mussouri to promote their new car specially designed for hilly places.

Mr. Jay is already famous in Shimla, where he has done a business worth 100 crore rupees.

He has been dreaming about this for last few months. To come back to this place , to breath the same air , to feel the same breeze ...

A special bungalow has been reserved for him where he will reside for coming two months

Today evening he has arranged a party for the social and business elites of Mussouri so that he can chart up the new marketing policy for this hill-station and the neighbourhood, A businees of 10 crore is what they are aiming at of which Mr Jay will receive a commission of 1 crore .

Mr. Jay has personally checked the guest list and just included Rajat Jaisawals name to the list and cut off the other two Jaiswals.

He wanted to do it slowly and steadily, not all at once.

There was a knock on the door,

"Come in"

The khansama entered with a trolley load of breakfast. Mr. Jay helped himself to the toast while the

coffee was being made. He once again flipped through the guest list and carefully moved his index finger over the whole list lest he missed a name till it stopped over the name Dr. and Mrs Hemant Ahuja.

"Yes that must be the one"

He got lost in the past.

It was two years back. He was thrown out the house and the door was slammed on his face. He could still hear Sachi crying. He kept on banging the door but no one opened it.

After sometime, he decided to move on with life. he promised himself that he would come back to this place only if would earn a lot of money. He came to the address given by Rocky Singh and stated to work as a mechanic in that garage. He lived in a dirty room over the workshop and never went out .

Sir aap ki coffee"

Mr. Jay was brought back to the present.

"Thik hai , wahan rakh do,"

He flipped through the list once more fingering each and every guest name ,,,,Mr, and Mrs Sanyal, Mr. Patel,...........Dr. and Mrs Hemant Ahuja. His finger stopped over this name.

"Dr. and Mrs. Hemant Ahuja "

" Arre suno bhai - kya gazab ho raha hai aaj kal , sasur apne bahu ki shaadi karwate hai "

Shravan was under the truck when the conversation caught his ear. His hand stopped rotating the screw.

"Wo Jaiswal jewellers hai na , uske malik......: the conversation drifted away.

Shravan quickly got out from under the vehicle and literally ran to follow the speaker.

.......

"Aur kaun hai wo naya dulha?"

"Dr. Hemant Ahuja, Mussouri Govt Hospital mein naya aane wale paglon ka doctor"

"isi liye to , khud bhi paagal hai ....hehehhe"

Shravan clinched his fists so hard that the screw driver in his hand imprinted a red mark on it which was still faintly visible after all these months. His head began to reel and eyes were on fire .

That was the final nail in the coffin of Shravan Jaisawal as Mussouri knew till that day .

"Baang"

The coffee table thundered spilling half the coffee from the cup . The kitchen boy came running in

"Sir sir , sab thik to hai "

"Wo saaf kar do " Mr Jay tried to be calm and expressionless.

"I must ensure that the Dr. Hemant Ahuja and his wife are invited."

He went to his bedroom and started to get ready for the morning meetings.

A quick cold shower and shaving rituals followed by dressing for the day. Buttoning his starched white shirt he looked at his reflection in the mirror. The hazel eyes stared back at him. Could he see few wrinkles beside their corner .

Still gazing at the mirror Mr. Jay turned his face to the left and right caressing and patting the cheeks with his right hand.. Is he recognizable as Shravan Jaisawal ??

His skin is more sunburnt now as he had done a numerous field trips in Shimla. The sun burns the skin more at such heights. He has slightly longer hair, but they are neatly gelled and combed. His French-cut beard adds few more years to his 26 years of age. However, his eyes are the same. If he doesn't control it consciously, his eyes have the same mischievous glint which women love. But Mr. Jay has been true to his memories, heart and love. A single silver bangle still accompanies him everywhere.

During daytime shades will help him to go along unrecognized. For the evening party he has a pair of powerless glasses to give him a different look and especially cover up the cut/stitch mark over his left eyelid.

Mr. Jay doesn't know , but what really has changed - is his level of confidence which is conveyed through each stride he takes, each movement of his hands and head , through the way he sweeps his hair with his right hand and most of all through the crooked smile he showers on his clients and subordinates.