Chapter 3: Facing Reality

Rakshit's point of view

"hello.... Miss Geeta, how is she?" I have no courage to face her so I called the caretaker of the orphanage where she is staying. 

"She is still upset.... But she doesn't cry anymore.... Always asks about you... Why don't you come to meet her? "

and my heart sank listening about her sadness.... She must be really very upset with me. 

"sir, yesterday she even told me that she will never demand anything....she just wants to be with you."

I don't know when my eyes got filled with tears. I was not able to speak anything.... but at last I gathered courage and asked her the question... which I was asking her since two months. 

"Isn't there any solution against this rule? There must be some-"

"Sir.... Please we have already disscused about this earlier.... There is nothing I can do to help you.... You are obliged to fulfill all the criterias to take her back"

"fine" my voice still heavy. 

"any message which you want me to pass her? "

"tell her that I am coming to meet her by the end of this week.... And when I will visit I will take her back with me for ever." I sounded confident I know I will make it happen. 

"I am happy that you are finally going to do this and hearing about this she would be really very happy. Good bye"

"yeah... Bye" and I sighed heavily. I have to do this for her.... She doesn't deserve this.... and then I went back to work. 

Drishti's point of view

"Good morning, this is better half matrimonial company...how may I help you?" I greeted the customer with extra sweet voice. 

What to do behavior counts... however annoying customers you have... I hope you all agree with me. 

" hi... this is Romila Agravat, I hope you remember about my daughter Shruti.... she is a famous fashion designer...and "

"yes... Mrs Agravat... I recognized you...and I have sent shruti pictures and biodata of men who have contact us....did she like anyone... whom she would like to meet?"

" umm... No I mean you know how much sensitive she is about this.... I would like you send her profiles of someone of high society.... I mean she is a fashion designer... and you know it's not easy to stay with low class people... It might hurt her image"

Not image... It will hurt her ego... I hate rich people because of their this so called attitude. 

"are you listening?" she broke the chain of my thoughts. 

"yes ma'am... I got you... I will once again check...if we have anyone according to your daughter's wish."

"okay...and please be fast... I am dying to see her getting married."

" yes ma'am, I will do that soon" and I ended the call. 

"hey... Sweetie" Samaira came singing to me. 

"get the hell out of my sight"I showed her my angry face with free angry voice. 

"why are you so pissed... what -" 

" because of you I am doing this pathetic job...and"

" ohhh... Hello madam... You kept requesting me to find you a job because you wanted to stay away from your Dracula mother as much as you could and your so called call centre job wasn't able to finish that motto. You should thank me" she said with same angry voice. 

" but... You.. you could have suggested something else"

" I would have darling but your fights with your mother were getting intense those days.... and so you wanted a job as soon as possible that time... Am I right?" she said in an authoritative voice. 

"yeah... Right" my voice came down. 

"and at that time my friend left this job because she was getting married to one of the employees here only... and was going to shift to other city... So technically we had 2 jobs vacant here....that's why we took it.... I also took it so I can be with you... Do you get that now?.... So stop that drama of yours... " she typically ordered me like a ruthless boss. 

"yeah... I know...I am sorry... It's just that I am pissed with these customers who want a partner from high society... "

"these rich people are sick... I tell you.. " she said agreeing with my point of view. 

"but sweetie every girl wants a billionaire... The life gets so exciting... we can have everything thing on the tip of finger. Don't you think so?"

"No.... money doesn't matter, heart does and looks are the part of it...its just that. The richer you are... the far you are from reality.... everyone will be good to you. Extra sweet is more appropriate here but you can never know what feelings or what thinking the person holds for you... They all wear a mask beneath which is their reality. " 

"God.... When are we publishing this beautiful words of yours... I really appreciate your thinking... And I really hope you will get someone which is not billionaire with money but billionaire with feelings in his heart for you" she completed not before winking at me. 

"enough now... do your work or help me find that high society person"

"god... I was going to read the updated chapter of billionaire's wife.... but with your beautiful words and persuative skills...you spoiled my mood... So I am not reading that now... So I guess I can help you now." she whined more like saying. 

I laughed at her grumpy face and then we started to work again....and I waited to get tired like everyday.