Praveen rushed outside knowing Ashita no longer in the room. What he found outside were the occupants of the first floor who were busy rescuing their belongings to the second floor.He was confused. What happened with these people? When he came down to the first floor that he realized the flood was knee deep.He looked here and there and scanning people. Ashita wasn't seen among them.Where's the girl? He called out her name. No one turned around. He was about to ask too, but remembered that he had just moved in yesterday. How did they know her?He immediately passed through the flood, looking around the front of the building. He didn't care that it was still raining That morning people were busy with the flood. The road was no longer visible. The vehicle that was parked last night on the side of the road was no longer visible, either. He was confused.There's no way Ashita would go to her rented house in this condition. It could be that the access there or to the Doorna could not
Zoya BV account name listed there. The figure in PP was very similar to Ashita's. But in a different appearance. This one looked like an upscale girl, and like who had a fancy car from the other day. There's not even a difference. What BV stands for? Bipasha Vijayalakshmi? It was the name the guy at the mall called?Praveen wanted to check again, but he couldn't. The account was private. It said that 'this account is private' . It means he couldn't check and see the girl's photos or posts.This could be the girl that the guy at the mall thought. But why was it so similar to Ashita Agrawal?Praveen wanted to prove with other photos. But he couldn't access this account. He could only see posts on that account if he became her follower. He had to make a friend request first.Ah, not necessarily accepted, and he would be found out if Ashita and Zoya were the same person.Praveen tried to think hard. Could someone viewing private account posts without being a follower?This was what he tho
"If the weather not favorable, don't go back to Dharavi yet. Just stay here until things get back to normal!" Narendra Prasadh said to his daughter."Until when?" asked Zoya."According to the weather forecast, until next week!"""No way I just stay home, Dad! What about my job, over there?""Your job? Why do you think that? Your safety is more important than your job!""No way! They must need me. I can't stay here, just eating and sleeping while in Dharavi, my school is flooded, they need my help to clean up!" Zoya said.Narendra Prasadh glared at Zoya. A faint smile graced his lips. Like a mockery. Apparently she was too deeply immersed in her role in Dharavi. He still clearly remembered how the other day she had vehemently refused to be sent there."I didn't send you to Dharavi to clean up. You just need to observe their daily life. The work is just to fill your time. After all, we've already helped by buying a building and donating it to them.""But...""No! You heard what I said
The rain became drizzle. Praveen felt his stomach growling begging to be filled. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.He moved out of his room. On the first floor, the water had started to recede a little, as high as calves. If it rains heavily again, the water may rose again.The residents of the first floor were still on guard. Monsoon rains were unpredictable. It could just come downpour again.He walked through the flood. Even though his pants were rolled up, the hem of his pants was still wet because they touched the surface of the water. But he didn't care, kept walking. In front of the building he stopped for a moment and looked up. He wondered if in the next half hour it would rain heavily. He didn't have an umbrella, he might get drenched later. He hoped that he would not be caught in heavy rain while looking for food for his lunch.For some reason he wanted to go to Doorna Kindergarten. He wanted to know if the school was flooded too. And who knows Ashita was there.
That fact jolted his consciousness.Why did Zoya disguise herself as Ashita? And why was she in this Dharavi? What was her hidden agenda doing this? Various questions filled Praveen's head.Praveen was stunned. So, the girl he loved was none other than the daughter of the tycoon Narendra Prasadh, not a country girl from Gondia?But how could that girl live in Dharavi? Living in the slum area, being a kindergarten teacher, and having an unpretentious appearance?He still remembered how last night the girl slept in his lap. Looked relaxed and comfortable."Praveen, can you help me taking out the chair in Mrs Fateema's room?" Harshida said waking him up."Uh, yes, of course!" Praveen walked towards the small room which was Mrs Fateema's office."Where should I lift?""Just put it together with the benches arranged outside," said Harshida. I and Santi want to tidy up the books in the office cupboard."Praveen also moved the chairs in the office room out.But his mind kept on thinking abou
By late afternoon, the flood receded, only a feet high left. Luckily the rain had stopped earlier, but occasionally it was still drizzling but only intermittently. The clouds in the sky no longer looked dense and dark.What remains were the remnants of the flood, in the form of silt deposits. At Doorna, Praveen was still helping clean the room from the remnants of the flood. He deliberately did not come home. He wanted to help Mrs. Fateema and the other two teachers cleaned up. What a pity to see they have no help. If not him then who else? Hoping for help from other parties, say parents student, was impossible. They must also be busy with their house.You can imagine how much trouble it was to clean up the remnants of the flood in the form of sediment because of the scarcity of clean water supply. Earlier he had gone back and forth to fetch clean water from a public tank not far from the school, to clean floors that were dirty with sediment. He could not imagine if the female teache
The coffee shop seemed busy with visitors. A cold afternoon was indeed nice to warm up with a glass of chai tea and accompanied by fried foods such as Samosa and Pakora.Anil took his place in a corner, because there was only two empty chairs that could seat two people."Sit down, don't just stand there!" said Anil to Praveen who looked transfixed beside the chair. He just believed that Anil really wanted to talk to him.Anil looked relaxed, called the waiter and ordered two glasses of chai tea. Praveen sat across from Anil."Would you like a snack? The pakora and samosa here are delicious," he offered. Praveen was starting to relax a bit, though still wary of all the possibilities. Hopefully this wasn't a trap anymore, he hoped.He just couldn't believe it. Yesterday, at almost the same hour, this man named Anil threw a punch at him. But now they both were sitting at the same table, ordering two glasses of chai tea."Don't worry! I'll pay for it as an apology for what I've done yeste
Anil tried to call Praveen, but Praveen ignored him and kept walking out of the tavern without looking back. He didn't care that several pairs of eyes were staring at him. Anil kept calling out but in vain. Finally he let Praveen go.Anil had absolutely no idea what he had just heard. Where did the young man know Ashita's true identity? Nobody in this Dharavi knew that Ashita Agrawal was Zoya. It couldn't be Zoya who divulged the secret herself. It's risky for her because it concerned her own safety.But was it true Praveen didn't care that Ashita was Zoya Bipasha, the daughter of the Mumbai conglomerate? Of course this sounds weird because Ashita and Zoya were the same person.A young man fell in love with a girl's fake identity even though he knew her true identity? Uh, how could it be! He must had been more or less happy if it turned out that Ashita was actually the daughter of a conglomerate.Did he have a particular agenda, let's say to take advantage of the girl?Yes, at least t