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The tall and slender stewardess dressed in Indian kurti inspected the passenger seatbelts one by one and reminded them to fasten the seatbelt. Within fifteen minutes, the plane of Air India carrying passengers from New York to Mumbai would ground at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. A few minutes ago the captain's voice heard from the speaker announcing that they were above Mumbai.In the economy class row, on seat 17F, next to the window, there was a girl with a smile on her face, looking out the window. She seemed to observe the megapolitan city from her seat. Skyscrapers were scattered below. Mixed with other small buildings, which were so tight and dense. Unlike Boston, the city where she lived for 4 years, the buildings were so classy and covered with glass even though the population was less, but Mumbai, looked more simple and a bit monotonous.But she didn't care, after all Mumbai was her hometown. The city she was born and raised. Mumbai in all its realities was much m
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In the midst of his confusion, Praveen still thought what to do. His hand as trembling dialed Aunt Neha's number. There was a dial tone, but it wasn't answered. He tried to call again, still no response. What's wrong? Why wasn't Auntie Neha picking up the phone? Was she angry because he had turned off his cell phone before? He tried to contact her many times, but she wasn't available. Praveen was almost in despair. He needed explanation now. Was the message he received true? Why did his mother die? All he knew she was fine before. Indeed, he rarely phoned her, because she didn't have a cell phone. Every time he contacted her, it would be to Auntie Neha first and then to her mother. Their house in the village is near, only twenty meters away. His mother lived alone in their small house in the village. She selling vegetables in market in Chandrapur on a daily basis. Every morning before sunrise, she goes to the collector and picks up vegetables to resell at the market. The vegetables w
Slumlove Billionaire Namaste
The Cranky expression still covered Rajesh's face. After the incident he just kept quiet, not a word came out of his mouth. Zoya was also silent and looking out to the people passing by and the row of shops along the road side. She was sure, the young man was not lying by telling his mother died. Zoya could see the sadness and confusion on his handsome face. Handsome? Suddenly she smiled. During four years in Boston she rarely saw Indian men, only White or Hispanic faces everywhere. Once in a while another east Asian face. That's what she often saw at least around her campus. She wasn't that interested in them. The face of India was more attractive to her because she felt closer culturally. And honestly she admitted that the young man was the most handsome Indian man she had seen since setting foot in Mumbai today. That's why she's not angry. Her heart was wondering, who the hell was he? From his simple appearance, the man was nobody, just ordinary man like people out there. But his
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