Zoya was slightly thumped entering the building. For some reason, she was little bit worried that she would be recognized. It would ruin everything but this was her own will. Once again she looked at herself. Was this appearance enough to cover up her true identity? Suddenly she had an idea to cover her face with a face mask. It seems the glasses were not enough to disguise. She took out a face mask from her bag and pretended to cough. "What's the matter with you, Ashita?" asked Mrs. Fateema wondering why Zoya was coughing all of a sudden. "I don't know. My throat feels ticklish. Maybe it's the air," Zoya said as she put the mask on her face. "Does It happen to you often?" "Sometimes!" Zoya replied. At the entrance gate, they were met by security with probing eyes. "What are you here for?" "I want to meet Mr. Narendra Prasadh's secretary. We have appointment!" said Zoya trying to convince the security with high confidence. Actually she was nervous if the security would conta
In the restaurant Zoya ate voraciously. They ordered quite a lot for the two, but Mrs. Fateema didn't seem to be in the appetite. Maybe influenced by what she was thinking. Only three proposals that they spread, still not seen any tesult. Maybe tomorrow it happen again, will be rejected again. Her mind was racing and what if their efforts failed? She needed a lot of money to be able to rent a new building. The students will lose their place to study. One hundred children was not a small number, and that was her responsibility. Her reputation will certainly be at stake. She had been building this school for years. She had sacrificed a lot of money and time to build a school, but just because the building was taken by the owner, should it stop? What would happen to the students? "What are you thinking of?" asked Zoya. "I don't know why I feel pessimistic we don't get funding anytime soon. Submitting a proposal doesn't seem to get the funding quickly. We only have two weeks from now.
"How about tomorrow afternoon?" "What's the time?" "What time can you come?" asked Zoya. "What about at one o'clock?" "All right! We'll meet at the Taj Mahal cafe in Bandra West." "Okay, I'll wait for you there. Who am I talking to?" "Zoya Bipasha." "Okay Miss Zoya, see you tomorrow at the Taj Mahal cafe," said Mr. Vinay ending the conversation. He cut the phone call. Zoya put her phone beside her bed. She thought quickly to arrange a plan. She was not the one who directly meet the owner of the building. It was risky for her to meet him in person. She need someone to represent her. She quickly grabbed the phone again, and called someone. "Good evening, Miss Zoya. Are you calling me? Is there anything I can do for you?" a male voice greeted. "Uncle Rajesh, I need your help. Can we meet tomorrow morning?" "What kind of help, Miss? Just tell me!" asked Rajesh Kumar. "I can't tell you by the phone. I want to see you. But don't tell Dad we meet." "How can I meet you? I have t
Rajesh felt Zoya wanted to overcome her problem without anyone's help. If only she wanted to beg her father, surely he would help her. She wouldn't sell that car.It was strange to hear Zoya's decision, as strange as her father was. He sent his daughter to Dharavi before giving her an important post in Vishaya.Ah, sometimes the rich's way of thinking was difficult to understand."Okay, if that's what you want. I'll help you. May I have the vehicle ownership document?""You need it now?""Yeah, I'll take it to the car dealer. After that, I'll meet the building owner at the Taj Mahal cafe.""Wait a minute, I'll get it."Zoya got up from her seat and leaving Rajesh alone by the pool.Zoya went inside the house towards her room. She immediately took the car ownership document in a small safety box in her room. There was not the slightest sad feeling whatsoever to re-sell the luxury car. For some reason, she just felt flat. From the beginning she didn't feel 'clicked' with the car, unlik
Vinay, a man in his 50s did not expect that who came was a fierce-looking man, not a young woman as he thought. On the phone she did not say at all that she would be represented. "I don't want this negotiation to be represented by a third party. I want Zoya herself coming here and deal with me," said Mr. Vinay. "What's your problem if this negotiation is represented? Do you know who you are dealing with? If she wanted, all Dharavi area she can buy." "I don't care, she has to come here to meet me," said Mr. Vinay insistently. He didn't want anyone to represent her at all. "You know who Zoya Bipasha is? She's the successor and owner of the Vishaya group! She doesn't have time to deal with person like you, that's why I am here. You understand?" said Rajesh Kumar. "Is that true?" "And one more thing, you've marked up the price. You told her it was four million, when the price you gave the wholesaler was only three and a half million rupees. Why did you lie to my boss? You think I
"Ashita! Tell me that you're lying! It's hard for me to believe anyone would want to help us in such a short time! Two days ago we were still having trouble finding donors, why suddenly pouring now?" Mrs. Fateema still couldn't believe it. "I'm not lying, Ma'am! Do you know who bought this building and gave it to us?" "Who is the donor?" "Her name is Zoya Bipasha. She's the daughter of the owner of the Vishaya Group!" "What? Really? She's so kind! We submitted the proposal two days ago, and immediately get response. Isn't that amazing and inviting questions at the same time?" "What kind of question is that?" "Why did she immediately want to help?" "Why not? Nothing strange to me, Mrs. Fateema! It could be that she is interested after reading the proposal that has been sent. She help directly from her own pocket without complicated procedures." "When did she inform us of helping?" "Yesterday afternoon!" Zoya explained. "She called you?" "No. Her aide told me. He said she was
"I-I... I'm not moving from here! How dare you asking me to move! You think you can just ask me to move out of here? Before there is formal legal proof that Doorna is the owner of this building, I will continue to stay here!" said Mr. Eswar with an emotional expression. "Wow, how nice of you to say that?! Didn't you just say that to me?!" The man was silent with a gaze that was far from friendly. His arrogance had not shrunk in the slightest from his face. "Like I said before, before I see any formal legal evidence that Doorna is the owner of this building, don't try to kick me out!" "It's only a matter of time, Mr Eswar! I'll show you proof of ownership of this building later!" said Mrs. Fateema confidently. To be honest, she had not seen the proof of purchase in person, let alone the certificate of ownership of the building if it was Doorna Kindergarten who became the new owner of the building. She only bluffed according to what her colleague, Ashita Agrawal and Zoya Bipasha's
“Look, Praveen, I can't tolerate it if you have another day off today. Just three days ago you had a day off, now you are off again for unclear purposes. You better quit now," said Aunt Raju displeased when Praveen asked permission not to work due to the shooting which is scheduled for today. "How dare you asking for another day off!" Hearing Aunt Raju saying that, Praveen was speechless. Although he was little bit surprised to hear that, but actually he had expected and prepared himself that Aunt Raju would fire him. He should have spoken nicely and asked to resign when he accepted the contract a few days ago so Aunt Raju wouldn't have fired right away. But he forgot to say that because he was so happy to accept the offer to play in the film. "I'm sorry, Auntie. Yes, the fault is mine. I should have been honest with you, if I took a day off for other things. Actually, I got an offer to play in a movie a few days ago and have already signed a contract. Today I will undergo the pro