Meet Ex By Chance

Two days Zoya was at home without doing anything. On the third day she started to get bored because all she could do was eating, sleeping and talking with her family. She wanted to go out, but was reluctant to go alone because she had no friends. His two younger siblings, Rahul and Danishka, were busy with their school activity.

She wanted to talk to his father about the possible job at the Vishaya Group company, but her father had not said anything about it. Narendra Prashadh thought Zoya still needed a break before she actually deployed at the company.

Suddenly she remembered to call her old friends. No one knows that she had returned to India, not even had close friend, Ramya. The last time Zoya phoned her six months ago while still in Boston. They talked for a long time on the phone at the time, reminiscing memories from high school.

Ramya Shilpa was the daughter of an influential public figure in Mumbai. Her father was a well known politician. Zoya even heard that Ramya's father was almost elected Mayor of Mumbai, but he didn't succeed because his party could not gain dominance in the vote.

And Ramya seemed to follow her father to become politician, she is currently studying political science at the University of Mumbai.

Suddenly she wanted to call Ramya, telling that she had returned to Mumbai. She hoped the girl had some free time so they could meet.

Zoya quickly grabbed her phone. She looked for Ramya's number in the contacts, and a moment later she was connected to the number. Of course Ramya was shocked that Zoya called her. Her voice sounded so happy.

"How are you? How's Boston, Pretty Girl?"

"Hey, not in Boston anymore. I am in Mumbai now."

"How long? Why didn't tell me you were in Mumbai?" said the girl excited and curious.

Zoya told everything. She told her that she had finished college and going to work in his father's company. Ramya listened intently.

"What a coincidence that you are already in Mumbai. Today, in the afternoon to be exact, I'm having a small party by inviting my friends. You must come!"

"On what occasion?" asked Zoya.

"Hey! Don't remember what date it is? It's my birthday!" Ramya almost screamed, half annoyed.

"Oh my goodness!" Zoya covered her mouth and then patted her forehead. How coud she forget? Only then did she remember that Ramya Shilpa, her close friend from high school had a birthday.

"You have to come, huh? Don't look for excuses. If you don't come, I don't want to see you again. Okay?"

Zoya laughed hearing her friend's threat. What a strange way of inviting.

"Oh yes, of course I will come. What time does the party begin and where? Just tell me to get ready."

"The Oberoi Hotel, at four."

"Okay, okay! I'm definitely coming. Are there other provisions, a kind of dress code?"

"Nope! Up to you! Definitely a party dress. But if you want to wear Sari to my birthday, that's fine too." Ramya chuckled at the other end.

"Okay, fine, Sweetie, I'll come . Alright then?"  said Zoya about to cut off the conversation. She knew that Ramya must be very busy with the preparations for the party, so she wanted to hang up the phone.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you. Bye…"

The conversation was cut off. Just a moment to call was enough for her because they will meet each other  later. Maybe she met not only Ramya at the party, but also with the others. She should also be prepared to determine what dress she would wear.

The clock showed 2:30. She was ready to go. Her make-up looks unobtrusive in fact it seemed simple. Knee-deep short sleeve cotton dress. Her neck was slightly open, but she wore a necklace. There are small maroon floral motifs adorning the waist and chest as well as on the arms. Other accessories was only a gold bracelet and ring on the right index finger, and a small party wallet that can only fit cellphones and cards.  So simple. It's just that the most charming was the hairdo which she usually tied back was now flowing beautifully with the ends of her hair curled up in a roll. The makeup was also not too attention-grabbing.

But it was precisely with a simple appearance that she looks elegant, not inferior to the appearance of Bollywood celebrities.

She din't need any more recognition. After all, everyone knew that she was a daughter of a tycoon named Narendra Prasadh.

"Where are you going?" her mother asked as she came out of her room. Her mother was surprised to see Zoya's appearance which was different than usual.

"I want to attend Ramya birthday party, Mom. She invited me earlier."

"Who are you going with?"

"Alone."

"You'd better be accompanied by a bodyguard. Let me call one of them."

"No need. I can go alone."

"Alright then, but don't come home late. If anything happened, just calling. By the way, how you get there?"

"I drive the car."

"Your new car?" her mother asked.

"Of course not. I drive my favorite car."

"Up to you.  The important thing is that you have to be careful."

"Yeah, I am going now." Zoya hurried out of the house towards the garage which was separate from the main house. She had to hurry because she didn't want to be late. From her house to the Oberoi Hotel in the Nariman point was approximately 23 kilometers.

The Premier Padmini had been accompanying Zoya for a long time. The metallic blue car was a typical Indian car. Small and cute, resembling a Fiat. Even though her friends often teased her because of the vintage model, Zoya didn't care. People who are really rich, no longer need recognition about the brand and the car they have.

The Oberoi hotel was a tall square-shaped building overlooking the ocean. Prestigious venue for Mumbai jetset events. And Zoya knew the guests who will come at least having influential parents in Mumbai. One thing that very interesting was the view along the beach at night. The yellowish street lamps lined up neatly giving off a golden gleam. People calling the area the Queen's Necklace, because it looked like a necklace.

She was on the road for almost an hour and almost arrived at the Oberoi Hotel. She parked her car in the parking lot and walked to the entrance. Alone.

She walked confidently even though when she got out of the car the crowds glanced at her with a mixture of wonder and awe. A beautiful classy girl with a western appearance driving a vintage car? What a weird girl!

But Zoya was indifferent. She just felt comfortable with the look. While inside the hotel she asked the receptionist, which banquet room Ramya Shilpa had his party.

The receptionist was seen checking something on the paper, then said.

"May I see the invitation card, Miss?"

"What invitation card?"

"Sorry, this is a restricted party, only those who have an invitation can enter," he said with a smile even though it looked artificial.

"Oh, I see? I just got invited by phone. But tell to the party host, Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi is waiting in the lobby."

He is a young man with a baby face. Maybe he had just finished school and was working. For a moment he seemed to call and informed Zoya's arrival. At first his face looked normal, but after a few seconds it seemed to change and he said, "Okay...well..."

He hung up the phone and said,

"Sorry Miss Zoya, I was just carrying out the procedure and didn't know you were one of the VVIP invitees. Go ahead, the party is over there" he pointed south.

Zoya just smiles. Before she could take a step, the receptionist said again,

"Wait a minute, it's best if you escorted by our staff."

"It's okay, I can do it myself."

Zoya stepped into the banquet room. The semi-high heels she was wearing sounded clatter on the shiny marble floor.

The entrance to the banquet room had been decorated with party decorations. There were real flowers that decorate on both sides. And she was greeted by the receptionist, two well-dressed men and ushered her in.

For a moment she stared at the atmosphere in the room. So many have come, maybe dozens. The party atmosphere was clearly felt. She took a deep breath and kept walking.

This was the little party that Ramya told. The event being held at a prestigious venue, the guests were clearly not random people. It could be seen from their appearance. The clothes they wore clearly from famous designers also from the smell of perfume.

The atmosphere she felt clearly showed it. Zoya stared at some familiar faces, like rising Bollywood stars. But she didn't know their names.

Ramya immediately welcomed Zoya. She stretching her arms and hugging her .

"You look very beautiful," said Zoya with compliments seeing Ramya. Her appearance was so classy. Ramya's lips was sweet marsala in color.

"You came alone?" she asked in surprise. Zoya nodded. They chatted for a moment. A waiter came with a tray of cocktail glasses. Zoya picked one, and thanked him. The waiter left to walk around.

"Okay, please join the others first, I will greet the guests," said Ramya again. Zoya was left alone.

She scanned again in case someone recognized her and she could join.

Suddenly her eyes caught a man he knew very well. The man who had filled her days before leaving for Boston. Sunil Chakraborty. He was son of the Mumbai Police chief, Amaneesh Chakraborty. Sunil seemed to be holding a woman whom she also knew well because she was also her friend, Sharmila Swetha.

It turns out that Sunil also saw Zoya. They looked at each other and both were shocked.