Roohan is Sunil's henchman who abducted Praveen. He also tortured and hit him with a cricket bat.Sadistically, he and his colleagues threw him into the river.It was still clear in his mind how he and the others tied him with ropes and threw him into the river.He was sure that the man would not survive. There was no gap that would allow the man to come back to life.But why is he still alive and met at this mall? Was what he saw true?Impossible! He must be wrong. The man was not the person he killed! It must be someone else who looks like him!Roohan tried to dismiss the allegation.But why does the man look exactly the same? There cannot be two completely identical people!Still controlled by his curiosity, when he reached the bottom of the escalator, he immediately moved to the escalator going up, trying to follow both of them. He was really curious. Was his vision wrong or was the man really the same person?If what he saw was the person he killed, then a miracle had happened. H
They went to the food court on the 4th floor of the mall.Rajash looked alert, but Praveen just relaxed as if the encounter was normal. Like meeting an acquaintance.He asked Roohan to sit right in front of him. But Rajesh instead stood right behind Roohan as if he was worried that the man would run away.Roohan didn't want to run away. There was no chance he could escape if he did. If he run away, of course there would be a chase in the mall and it would cause a commotion. Mall security would not remain silent either."What's your name?" asked Praveen."No important for you to know!""I have to know your name!”“Vikram!” Roohan answered lying. For some reason, that name just crossed his mind.Praveen laughed sarcastically. As if he knew the man was lying.“I've been nice to you, but you're still lying! Please answer honestly!" he started to increase the intensity of his voice."If you don't want to answer honestly, I'll break your neck right now!" Rajesh joined in the threats. He tug
A week later.That morning Zoya tried to contact Balaa, the bodyguard assigned by her father to accompany her out of the house.“Miss Zoya? Is there anything I can help?" asked the man in surprise. He didn't expect Mr. Narendra's daughter to call him again.“Sorry to interrupt! Are you busy today? Can you please accompany me out?"“I'm at the factory, back as security chief on Mr. Narendra's orders!" Bala replied.Zoya was silent for a moment. She had refused from the start, he didn't need a bodyguard until Balaa returned to the factory.But now she needs someone to guard her. It was impossible to go alone or accompanied by others. Especially accompanied by Sunil.The only right person was Balaa.“Just for this day, Balaa! I need your help. You can tell the head of the factory that you will be assigned to accompany me!".“Where are you going?”“I have something to do! You know I can't go alone, right? Come on! Your boss will definitely not be angry. Tell him I told you to! Or, let me
Praveen walked the catwalk with great confidence. His steps also looked steady as if he had experience as a model.At the end of the stage he stopped and then turned around. People looked hysterical and cheered. But it didn't affect him. The flash lights from journalists aiming at him.He then walked to the back stage, taking turns with the other models.Zoya was completely amazed. She didn't expect him to be so skilled on stage. He didn't look awkward at all. His appearance was so different from the everyday life she was familiar with.An innocent young man from the village has now become a professional model. No one would have thought that this man some time ago was just an idli seller in the Dharavi market.Her thoughts were no longer focused on other models. She didn't care anymore. She would wait again for him to appear in the next session in a different outfit.Behind the stage, in a small tent specially designed as a fitting room was so hectic.Praveen deftly changed clothes.
“How was my performance just now?” Praveen asked Rajesh after the fashion show. They walked towards the parking lot."I don’t know! I didn't pay much attention." Rajesh took out the car keys from his trouser pocket."Why?""I'm not here to see your performance, but to ensure your safety!""So, you didn't notice me at all?"“In my eyes, all the models look the same! Besides, I met someone earlier and talked to her.”Praveen turned and looked at Rajesh sharply."Who?"“Zoya!”"What? Is she here?” Praveen was disbelieved. “How did you meet her? Did you meet on purpose?""No! I saw her by chance. She's here to see you perform!""But why didn't she tell me?"“How would I know! Just ask her! She's here with her new bodyguard!”Praveen really didn't expect Zoya to be so bold as to come here without telling him first."Isn't that risky, Rajesh?""What do you mean?""I told her not to meet me. I'm worried that someone will find out if she meets me.""You don't need to worry. She didn't meet y
Sunil didn't know why the closer he got to his wedding day the more anxious he became.The attitude shown by Zoya was not the attitude of a girl who is so happy about her wedding day. She looked relaxed. In fact, she never talked about who she would invite later.Was it not important to her? They had a lot of mutual friends because they went to the same high school. But why didn't she even say who they should invite?Sunil rushed in. Inside he saw Zoya already in the living room welcoming him.“What would you like to drink, Sunil?” she asked in small talk. He saw that there was no drink on the living room table for him."I'm not thirsty.""So, you're just here to stop by?"Sunil nodded."You said you met someone earlier?" Sunil asked, changing the conversation.“Yes, Uncle Rajesh Kumar. Just a coincidence. He's also at the mall. How do you know? Balaa told you?”Sunil nodded. He was silent for a moment, Seemed like he's thinking about something.“By the way, our wedding is only a matt
"You don't trust me, Boss?" Roohan asked with a raised eyebrow. He glared at Sunil. Instantly his heart beat faster, worried that Sunil really knew that the man was still alive.But he tried to remain calm. He had carried out his duties well. Doing what Sunil told him. His other colleagues probably wouldn't believe that the man survived either. What happens after that is no longer his business.It could be that the man managed to save himself or saved by someone else. Or does he have a spare life? That's none of his business either.“My feeling says he's still alive!” Sunil said."Don't play with feelings! It's often deceptive! If you don't believe me, you can ask someone else. There are several executors besides me!” Roohan tried to convince.Sunil was silent for a few seconds. He returned Roohan's gaze. Being stared at like that apparently made Roohan uncomfortable. He felt distrusted.“I just want to make sure, Roohan!”Roohan took a deep breath.“Boss, I don't know what's on your
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