Chapter 2 - Miracle happens

‘Crazy...’ Misha slapps her head with a chuckle, knowing her filmy dramatic nature.

She knew that it would take a miracle to save them but miracles didn’t happen for innocent people like them. Devils made them happen. They made everything happen and anyone who stood in their way gets hurt. Who should know that better than she did? She still feels the pain remembering her husband...he still could remember his losing image, his straight back was bent, and the wide shoulders drooping; his hair was almost completely white. He had tried to fight, tried to win and he had been accustomed to winning. But there was no way of fighting the ice-cold energy that was Rajveer Oberoi, no way of defeating the wealth and power he commanded.

It would have been better if her husband had simply bowed out long ago but RK had known be would not. He had known that Sanjay Malhotra would fight to the end and he had slowly forced the breath from the firm, watching the struggle with a glacial detachment.

Sanjay Malhotra was finished in that struggle; she doesn’t want her daughter now faced the same struggle. If she gets her to marry to some nice guy, her life will be settling then and then she can peacefully leave this world to be in heaven with her hubby.

But every wish comes with the cost and today she was in hurry to do that because she don’t know how many days she had left with her because of the heart problem she has. She wanted to see Anna settle before something happens to her.

Her heart cries for her daughter but she masked the small smile on her face. Both mother daughter duos rushes out to go to their native place where Sanjay’s father has called them.

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Neel rearranged his clothing after his girlfriend had practically twisted his shirt about his neck in her insistent attempt to detain him.

He then walked into the Oberoi Mansion only to get halted on his steps seeing his grandma already waiting for him.

Neel took deep breath as he hastily ran his hand across his raven hair, settling it back into place as best he could.

Savita caught sight of him as she surveyed her grandson and then frowned disappointingly at Neel’s somewhat ruffled appearance.

Judging by his appearance, Savita concluded what must have happen again.

Heaving a disapproving sigh, Savita once again scrutinized her handsome, but dishevelled grandson. If Rajveer Oberoi had looked after his upbringing nicely then he would not have such a spoil lifestyle, Savita muse sourly.

Rajveer was so engrossed in establishing his business and ruining the businesses of his enemies that he had permitted Neel to run wild. There was nothing this carefree boy hadn’t attempted since he had returned from New York, finishing his school four years earlier.

The child came and went as he pleased.

Indeed, Neel Oberoi was adventuress, a free spirit who insisted upon living life to its fullest, no matter what the consequences.

She breezed through the city like a devastating whirlwind, leaving no stone upturned, having numerous affairs… those bitchy girlfriends running around him.

Each time Rajveer grumbled that his son had become rebellious and unmanageable; Savita scolded him for not taking a hand in the child’s upbringing.

Savita realized that he needed a strong-willed woman to curb his wild behaviour and to calm his temper. 

Neel Oberoi, the hottest bachelor in Delhi, had a bit of the devil in him.

An endless string of young women came to her doorstep, for marriage, if not then just to be his girlfriend.

The child was virtually impossible to please.

This way I would remain happy. He had declared.  He simply refused to take the responsibility yet of marriage.

‘How many times have I told you, Grandma, don’t wait for me?’ He approached her.

‘I have also told you many times; don’t waste your life like this.’ Savita argued yet again knowing although he won’t listen.

‘It is not that what I am doing… let me enjoy my life Grandma.’

I haven’t deny you that, just change your ways son.’

‘It’s my life Grandma, let me live it with my own ways,’ he raised his voice trying to prove his point to his grandma.

An argument ensued between grandmother and grandson again waking up whole household; Rajveer also walked down to witness the daily drama. He sighed heavily and listened his mother again putting condition before his son,

‘I want to see you properly wed before I departed from this world.’

‘There was no great rush since you are going nowhere.’ Neel insisted. After that silence spreads in the hall for a while.

Then, with finality in his tone, Neel announced, ‘I would not marry until I will be ready and I am not ready yet!’

After that heated exchange, both father son duos moved away leaving upset Savita behind, she looked at their retreating figure, and knew it’s her last chance to convince Neel into marrying and change him for good… his father also won’t help her in this matter, she realized seeing his silence today.

So to not to miss this golden opportunity she pretended to yelp in pain holding her chest. She looked from the corner of her eyes, both father and son rushing towards her in fear.

‘Grandma...’ ‘Mom...’ both held her from either side as she collapsed in their arms.

‘Grandma... are you alright?’ Neel pats her cheek.

‘Mom, open your eyes please,’ Rajveer rubs her wrinkle hands.

Both were equally frightened. ‘I will call the doctor now...’ saying so Neel was about to get up but just then Savita opened her eyes partially, ‘no Neel...I have no time left, I guess.’

‘No Grandma, don’t say like that.’ Neel was pleading.

‘I am sorry, because of me it happened.’ He was really guilty and feels miserable.

‘I promise Grandma, I won’t bother you henceforth...’ his eyes moistened for he loved his grandma so much.

‘I promise Grandma, I will do anything you say…’ He said in flow of a moment.

‘Really son?’ asked Savita.

Yes Grandma…’ He nods.

‘Yippee!’ she got up, “now you are trapped, my son.” She had wide smirk on her face while both raj and Neel looked flabbergasted at her.

‘So you were acting all these?’ Asked Neel shocked.

‘Of course and you have given me the promise to do whatever I wish.’ She clarified with a childlike enthusiasm.

‘But it was false act…’ he argued.

‘But your promise wasn’t son...’

Neel sighed, ‘fine.’

‘Now, you are going to marry.’ She declares happily.

‘Not soon Grandma.’ He gave her a look.

You promised me, she pouted.

To be continued...