The start of a brightened storm Prologue
Excitement was coursing
through her veins. Her eyes weren't leaving the letter at all. Khushi still
couldn't believe she got this job. All her dreams was about to come true. Ever
since she was a little girl, her main goal was to move to Delhi. A bigger city,
where there were many opportunities. Finally after waiting for so long she was
going there. It was not a fancy job, but it paid well and that was important
for her. Helping people was her dream and this was just the first step towards
her goal. She thanked the heavens for this opportunity. Now she had to spread
the news to her parents. "Amma, amma, amma!!!" screamed a young 24 year old
girl, running fast towards her mother. She was jumping up and down as if the
entire world was under her finger. Garima Gupta frowned in annoyance at her
only daughter's nonsense. "Khushi! What is the matter with you?!" Garima
exclaimed in irritation. Khushi just smiled and kissed her mother's cheeks. "Guess
who got a job offer! NO, don't guess. ME. YES AMMA, I KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA GOT A
JOB." A smile spread across Garima's face at her daughter's news. "Oh my lord,
you got a job! Oh I am so proud of you Khushi dear! But what is it?" There was
a moment of silence between the mother and daughter. Hesitantly Khushi replied. "Well' you see'
the job is a maid's job. I am supposed to take care of this 14 year old paralyzed
girl. Her name is Anjali Raziada. It is a full time job'." Garima smiled in
extreme joy. "Oh that's wonderful Khushi! You always love to help people so
this job suits you quite well." Grabbing a chair Khushi sat next to her mother,
waiting for the right moment to tell her mother the rest of the news. "Well'
Amma' the job is located in Delhi'" Seeing the way her mother's eyes widened,
Khushi knew this was going to be an argument. "KHUSHI ARE YOU MAD?" screamed
Garima. "You're trying to move to DELHI? I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU." "Ma, MA LISTEN
TO ME. This would be good for us! The salary is great and it will help with all
the bills. Amma, please, let me do this. I am twenty four for crying out loud!
I am not a child anymore." Pleadingly Khushi begged her mother, hoping she
would understand. But Garima shook her head in disagreement. "Khushi, you
cannot handle such a big city. And how do we know if these people aren't
strange or dangerous! I have heard loads of stories about young girls, going in
to big city jobs, and getting their lives ruined!" Everything her mother was
uttering was pissing Khushi off. She knew how the world ran. Her mother didn't
have to give her a picture of it. "Ma, I am sorry, but whatever you say won't
stop me. I am doing this for the sake of our family. And I am going to Delhi. I
am catching the train tomorrow."
Shashi, Khushi's father
entered the living room. "Garima' let her go." There was a moment of a shocked
silence in the air. "What? You want your daughter to go to a big city?" Garima exclaimed
stunned at her husband's statement. "Khushi babua is growing up. She has to
take her own decisions one day. I trust her and I know she will do well. "But-
but-" Garima began to protest, but Khushi cut her off. "Amma, I am not a little
girl anymore. I have goals and dreams I need to accomplish. If you are going to
stop me how will I do so? I am sorry amma, but my mind is set. I am going to
Delhi and I am starting my future. It is the first step and I will take it." With
that Khushi walked out of the small house. Her mind was made and she was going
to accomplish her goals. No matter what route she had to take.
***
Arnav Singh Razaida was a
busy man. Every inch of time was important to him, especially when it involved
his work. Today was no different. Loads of meetings, loads of clients,
everything was going according to the way he has planned. "Aman, finish the
rest of the work; I have to go see Anjali. The new maid is coming tomorrow."
Aman nodded. He was Arnav's right hand. Everything Arnav wanted to be done,
Aman was the man that handles them all. "Alright,
sir, is there anything else you want me to do?" Arnav shook his head. "No, but
make sure you do everything properly, or else you're fired." This was nothing
new to Aman. There was not a day Arnav didn't threaten anyone in his staff
about firing them. He had quite the temper and it left even older men
trembling. "Yes sir, everything will be done perfectly." Arnav nodded and left
the building. It was time for him to go home.
"Anjali, Anjali, sweety
where are you?"Arnav yelled the moment he entered the Razaida Mansion. It was
so large that even a small amount of volume would echo. "Bhiya? Bhyia are you
home?" Arnav turned around in excitement to see his little fourteen year old
sister, seated on the couch watching Tv. He ran towards her and hugged her
tight. If anyone outside the world knew Arnav Singh Razaida actually hugged
someone they would drop dead from the shock. "Anjali, how are you? Did Miss. K
already leave?" Miss K was the house keeper. She mainly took care of the chores
that needed to be done. A smile lit
Anjali's face. "Yes, of course. She gave me everything before she left. Don't
worry so much bhiya. I am paralyzed not a statue. I can do some things on my
own you know." Arnav leaned forward and kissed his sister's forehead. "I know
that Anjali, but I have to make sure everything is perfect for you." "You don't
have to make anything perfect for me. I got everything I need bhiya. But there
is one thing I wouldn't mind getting." Arnav's ears perked at her statement. "What
would that be? Tell me I will go get it? What is it?" She took Arnav's hands in
her own and whispered, "I would like for you to fall in love. To see you get
married, to see you have a family." The statement shook Arnav to the core. He
got up from the couch furious at Anjali's request. "Don't you dare ever again
tell me those pathetic words Anjali. Nothing in this world matters, but my work
and you. Do you understand?!" Anjali began to protest, but Arnav cut her off. "Arnav
Singh Razaida will never ever fall in love with anyone. There is not one woman on
this earth that can make me."
Little did he know that he
was about to eat his words. And thus the storm was beginning to brew.
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