"come on, Zoya! think about it! You can't let Praveen and Uncle Rajesh meet! Your identity can be exposed and everone here will know you! Everything could be messed up! Your safety can also be jeopardized in this Dharavi!" Zoya tried to think hard.But her brain suddenly froze. Oh no!"Ashita what happen to you?" Mrs. Fateema asked her again. Of course she was surprised to see the unusual behavior of her new teacher."Never mind, Miss Fateema. I'm all right." Zoya was still trying to cover up her panic. She caught a glimpse of Praveen on the bench outside. He still looked calm looking at his phone. Maybe he's having fun chatting with someone."You have an appointment with that handsome man?" asked Mrs. Fateema guessing. In her mind, maybe the girl would go on a date with him."Sorry, ma'am! Can I go for a while?""Where are you going?""Um... um... I suddenly have a stomach ache. It's normal. I want to buy sanitary pads, just in case it comes suddenly!""That's not a problem, Ashita!
With firm and determined steps, Rajesh Kumar made his way down the winding road in Dharavi to the Doorna Kindergarten. In his hand was a folder containing important documents of building ownership. He had completed all the buying and selling affairs and signed by a notary. There's nothing that couldn't be done with money in this world. All problems were easy. What a lucky TK Doorna thanks to Zoya. If only the employer's daughter didn't teach there, maybe now the school is closing because it was evictedThe other day he had planned everything, that Zoya would teach at Chhota Tara, but due to a miscommunication between his subordinate, Anil, and the principal there, the plan failed. It's not a problem for Zoya, but a problem for Chakrapani the principal. He was forced to step down because of his arrogance. Chhota Tara School was one of the schools that Vishaya supported through its corporate social assistance program. The company's donation was quite a lot for the continuity of the schoo
"Anil! It's me, Rajesh Kumar. Why didn't you tell me that Zoya now has a boyfriend?" said Rajesh as the phone connected. The man on the other end sounded a little nervous. He really didn't expect Rajesh Kumar calling him about it."I... I don't think it's important information, Boss. He's just a normal guy.""An ordinary guy? What do you mean?" Rajesh's voice was up. "So you already know?""His name is Praveen. He's just a young cake seller. Not dangerous at all. That's why I didn't inform you, Boss.""What? A cake seller? He's a food seller?" Rajesh couldn't believe what he was hearing at all. How can the daughter of a famous conglomerate in Mumbai, a graduate of the world's top university, have a beautiful face, be close friends with a food seller? It didn't make sense!"Boss! He's not an ordinary food seller. He's been viral lately on social media because of his good looks. Don't you know? I think Zoya who wants to be friends with him. Maybe she likes him as other girls.""No way!
They were in a menswear outlet, looking for clothes that would suit Praveen. He had just bought a pair of shirts and pants that he would wear later for the casting of the photo shoot. Just a casual shirt and cotton pants. Now the official dress for the party if there was an invitation to launch the first film.Praveen looked restless in the shop after so many shirts he had seen, none of the prices match. All expensive according to the size of his pocket.Why did Ashita invite me in here? Whispered his heart."Praveen, this shirt suits you," said Zoya, taking a maroon shirt made of soft fabric from the display hanger. Praveen looked at the shirt. It's good and looked classy. But his eyes were more on the price tag. It said 3000 rupees. Crazy! Expensive, he hissed. Almost a third of his first honorarium."Good! But I couldn't stand the price. Let's find something else!" "All the clothes in this shop are expensive, Ashita," Praveen said in a half whisper."But this is good for you!""I
They looked at each other. A few seconds, then Zoya turned her gaze in another direction. Even though her heartbeat was soaring faster, she tried to control the situation."Calm down Zoya! There's no way Sunil knows you with this appearance. And if he approaches you, just pretend you don't know him!" She calmed down herself.Zoya looked him like she's seeing a stranger, and continued to step inside the shop without looking back. She hoped Sunil didn't meet her. She didn't even look back. Completely ignorant of Sunil.Five minutes later she was back in the fitting room area. Apparently Praveen had left the fitting room."How about it, Praveen? Did you fit the shirt?"asked Zoya. " Do you like it?""Yes, but I won't buy it. Too expensive for me," Praveen answered frankly."Then I will buy it for you, Praveen!" Zoya said and smiling sweetly."Ashita! I...." Before Praveen finished speaking, Zoya immediately cut him off,"I bought it for you! Please don't refuse. If you do, I'm leaving now
But his instincts couldn't stay still. Just as the ricksaw left, he ran over to the other auto ricksaw that was parked waiting for passengers. He darterd into it and ordered the bajaj driver to follow thericksaw which Praveen and Zoya riding riding."Which one?" asked the driver, looking around for the bajaj that Sunil was referring to. There were many vehicles passing by."That Bajaj!" said Sunil pointing to the bajaj in which Zoya was getting away."Where is it going?""Don't ask too many questions! Just follow where it goes!"No asking again, the driver started the bajaj. There was a deafening sound of the engine, and white smoke billowed from the exhaust. The three-wheeled vehicle sped up and started to chase. Because it was a little behind, the driver started to increase his speed, faster. He easily overtook the other vehicles in front one by one, leaving Sunil reeling behind. When he tried to overtake the minibus that was blocking in front of him, the driver slammed the handleb
They had seen three different rented rooms, but none of them matched. Two were too bad and the location was not far from the recycling place. Lots of sacks filled with used goods on the side of the road making for poor access to the rented house. The rent money was also not comparable to the facilities. Praveen was not interested let alone Zoya.They had entered the wrong way, they shouldn't have gone through this alley. From the outside, it didn't look like there was a recycling place for used goods inside.And the other one, it turned out to be a special rent for women. Actually it was not easy to find a place to live in Dharavi even though this was a slum area."Where do we go next?" asked Zoya."Aren't you tired, Ashita?" Praveen asked glancing at the girl. Zoya shook her head even though her forehead looked wet with sweat."Or you are hungry maybe?""A little. But I can bear it. We'll search again, but not anywhere near here. The area over here is worse I think. Totally not for
Two servings of biryani were served plus two glasses of orange juice. Seeing the large piece of chicken thigh perched on top of the yellow rice made Praveen even more hungry. He took a sip of the juice first to moisten his throat and then said,"Let's eat. I'm getting hungry,""But I still want to hear from you, Prav!" Zoya half insisted. Praveen stared at her."You just called me, what?""Prav! Why?"Praveen smiled. There was a blush on his face."I'm glad you call me that. This is the first time someone calling my name like that. Sounds fun too."Zoya smiled back. She also wondered why suddenly mentioned Praveen's name by shortening it."Come on, tell me about yourself even if we want to eat. I want to know!""I already told you! There's nothing more to tell," said Praveen starting to eat. Of course he didn't want to say that his mother raised him by selling vegetables at the Chandrapur market because his father had died of TB. Or how he worked in a pottery factory to raise money to