married meridians updated part 2 on pg 5

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My friend, Misha Gupta and I Zahra naseem are writing a story about sandhir ... and here goes the prologue.

Married Meridians

...PROLOGUE...

A huge luxury sedan car broke off in front of a glass edifice, marked as the Shekhawat's with the deep blue carving on the top. The shriek of the wheels personified the audacity and highness of the owner clad in a black tuxedo casing his sculptured torso.The shrill screeching sound forced the people present on the road to drag their vision towards the car just halted. This has become a common sight for the people, yet they always end up devouring it.The chauffeur then stepped out of the car opening the backdoor presenting people the most fancied glimpse of the male figure reigning millions of hearts. The air froze and the environs got flooded with the gasps of the crowd as the aristocratic figure appeared out scanning his locality, with his deep owned in the shade of blue delineating his intelligence, he was tall and broad shouldered, and mop of dark hair. His heavy solemn brows, the sole victims of his seriousness added up his features.He was a modelesque but in a timeless manner. The slightest glimpse of his weakened women on their knees, his wee grin throbbed millions of hearts, his smirk not to be spoken off is the monstrous enemy of the virginity the women possessed. He took determined steps towards the building he owns. Walking with his head held high, hands tucked in his side pockets, eyes scanning the vicinity, pink lips complimenting his fair dermis resting flat depicting his seriousness, was welcomed by a blond dressed all in formals accompanied him to the elevator. ''Mr Shekhawat u have a meeting with foreign delegates in a couple of hours'' the lady spoke with a plain smile plastered on her face, a bit unsure of his arrogant boss mood swing. His eyes shoot up to meet her's and she melted under his magnetic gaze. "Miss Milly , Randhir Singh Shekhawat doesn't need reminders, he is well aware of his schedule'' He snapped with a voice flat enough to shut her next few planned talks.A simple sentence held so much of sarcasm but thats exactly the way he was.He was Acquisitive, Aggressive and Accumulative, a typical triple ''A'' personality. His work utters self-assuredness and confidence that some how manages to straddle the line between modesty and arrogance.He was very well versed and well mannered. But as they say every man has a weakness no matter how strong he is... He walked towards his cabin greeted by many employees on his way, but his face remained straight and serious.He halted in between just to glare the bunch of workers chatting and laughing which soon dispersed as they saw him coming '' kharoos boss'' muttered one of the staff under his breath. Thirty minutes later he was in the meeting room , explicating the deal to the foreigners siting next to him. His strategies were straight enough to crack the deal, and no where during the presentation his highness faltered. Finalizing the deal, they greeted their final greeting and dispersed. He returned back with a victorious smiled played on his lips. The next moment he was in the production area supervising the machines. Not once did he let the deal won a while ago to effect him cause winning has become his daily pattern of business. Nothing is impossible for the great Randhir Singh Shekhawat!!! He is always a winner!! Drowned in the ocean of files scattered on the table, his trance broke by the aphonic shout of his dadi through the call and sighed deeply on the prospective list of daant waiting for him. '' yes dadi I have reached office .. will return back home early...any thing else??'' Randhir knew his dadi well... Its her daily routine to call her grandchild up in the afternoon to ask his whereabouts. '' oye puttar meine aj ye puchne ke liye thori hi phone kia h!!! she stopped for a while before continuing her rants again ''mujhe to ye puchna tha ki kya hum larki deakhne chale jaye??'' His grandmaa's voice echoed followed by a suppressed giggle. Randhir rolled his eyes, smiling on his grand maa's antics. Randhir's family is his weakness, he can do anything for the sake of his family, whether it is to burn some one up to ashes , or to keep them happy. "Maa tell him that we are going to Agarwal's this week, now its his choice to accompany us or to stay here." He heard his mom informing him through his grandmaa , who was still holding the receiver. "Maaa"!!! He called her irritated by their rants. Randhir belonging to a hard core punjabi khandan had a handful mixed experiences,they were rich and complex as the cuisine. Familial responsibilities , obligation and level of respect have depths.They are a source of happiness for Randhir but sometimes they turn into an endless stress for him.The sole expectation of a punjabi family would be their children settling down well and get married to a beautiful girl. He wondered if there is any special customized community where in marriage is a serious crime. During his early years of teenage he even worshiped Google, the only source for him to know about such communities if they ever existed. It was not any brand new situation to him, instead rejecting the proposal topped his tailored habit list. But the aftermath of the rejection is what pestered him. He had to bear the cold vibes and 'You-don't-care-for-us' looks from his dear family which is nothing less than a third degree torture. His career had always been his prime concern, so marriage was never ever designed on his cards, yet his family were busy getting him into stuff and building castles in air. It is not like he isn't interested in girls,its just he had never been across someone who can match him. Being the most successful business man at such a young age, sculpted with features matching those of a Greek God, possessing the patent rights for Attitude that would flounder even confident women, girls behind him were never a matter of concern. His requirements or rather the plan he already designed mattered the most. He wanted a girl exactly like him modest,out spoken, excessively bold and self confident. And her fashion sense and aura topped the list of Randhir Singh Shekhawat's requirements,he just can't handle a sari and kameez shalwar.According to his pre defined type casting shy girls are the most dangerous one's to be handled. Little did he know that his fate is busy contemplating a serious game with his own requirements. On the other end of the city, Priya tip toed in her cousin's room planning to tease her a bit but stopped in her tracks when she saw a beautiful figure dressed in plain baby pink churidar near the window.She smiled and walked up to her. "Sanyukta!! Ab tum har relation k sath ji Lagana shuru kardo...jaise papa ji ...mama ji ...para ji " priya teased her. Sanyukta looked up to her questioningly.. "Woh kya hai na, punjabi family mein har relation k sath ji lagana zaruri hota h naaa..." she said with a ting of naughtiness... " kia h pree bata na!!!!' spoke Sanyukta with her big questioning eyes. "Ary meri bholi bhali sanyu... papa has found your soul mate... his family is coming over to see u tomorrow!!!" Priya dropped a bombshell "WHAT???" Sanyukta, jolted from the blue on hearing this news.. "Hmmm pata h jiju ka naam kya h??" Priya added unable to judge the emotional trauma her sister was going through "Randhir Singh Sekhawat"

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