Sunil Chakraborty, the officer, was confused. He felt annoyed, restless, and angry. His mood was unstable for the past few days. His men seemed reluctant to approach him because of his unfriendly face. They know that their boss's personal life was not as smooth as his romantic life. Although his career soared quickly, he had just broken up with his girlfriend that he had been dating since four years ago. Many were jealous because the brilliance of his career was more due to genetic factors. He is the eldest son of Amaneesh Chakraborty, the Director General of Mumbai Police. At a relatively young, Sunil had already held the rank of Superintendent of Police. Rumours had spread that Sunil broke up with his current girlfriend due to his ex-girlfriend's return from the US. The girl was none other than the first daughter of a Mumbai conglomerate, Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi. Sunil was actually annoyed that he can't contact Zoya, his ex. The number given by Ramya was completely unreachable
Narendra Prasadh's family mansion looked deserted with the gates closed. Shady trees made the atmosphere more calm and the plants that adorn both sides of the entrance added to the beautiful atmosphere. At the entrance of the house, two large white pots bloomed with colorful flowers. Sunil could only observe from a distance from inside his car that stopped right at the main gate. More than four years had passed, the big house hadn't changed much, it's just getting more beautiful. Only really rich people have houses like that in India, especially in Mumbai. Limited land and expensive garden maintenance, most people chose to live in buildings in flats or apartments. It was indeed more practical and did not bother taking care of it. The Narendra family even had a tennis court and a private swimming pool.For a moment Sunil was in doubt. Come in or not. What if Zoya's family would not accept his coming? Will he be expelled? Oh, of course not! Even though he had broken up with Zoya, he
"Nothing cheaper than this?" Praveen asked the used phone seller in the cellular shop while observing the cellphone in his hand. Even though it's a used phone, it still looks good and well-maintained, it's just that the RAM and storage capabilitiy was not that great. He was actually interested in the cellphone, but the price was still a bit expensive. For now, he doesn't really prioritize the specs, the important thing is being able to make calls and surf the internet. He really needs a cellphone to look for opportunities to audition. “3500 rupees is quite cheap. Trust me, you have nothing to lose. It's still in good condition as you can see, "said the seller reassuringly. Praveen gulped. For his current financial condition, 3500 was quite expensive. The savings were only 7000 rupees only. If he decided to buy it, he only had half his savings. But isn't he working now? Even though the daily wage was not so big, it was enough to cover daily needs. The house was not rented anymore.A p
Her heart melted when she saw the cheerful faces of the little kids who were excited that morning. The classroom felt more cramped because it was filled with children. It was still ten minutes more to begin the class. But it seemed the children could't wait to study. They were noisy to see there was a new teacher. They glanced at Zoya. Zoya knew that, she smiled looking at them. Today was her first day at Doorna Kindergarten. She wore the best suit as a kindergarten teacher. Blue patterned salwar with dupatta. She kept her hair neatly combed back and tied in one ponytail, and black framed glasses. She looked much more mature and looked conservative. Earlier when she arrived, she was introduced to two other colleagues, namely Shanti and Harshida. They were no older than Zoya, so Zoya immediately felt comfortable being friends with them. They were busy managing the young students. The tables and chairs were put away because they were about to do their morning exercise first. Yes, th
“Good morning, Mr. Chakrapani!” Zoya tried to hide her surprise at the man's presence. "Can we talk for a minute?" he pleaded. His gestures looked awkward, and his eyes looked guilty. "Can't you see I'm busy?" Zoya said with slightly raised eyebrows. "I know, but there is something important I want to talk to you." “Nothing important to talk about,” Zoya said firmly. "I'm not interested to teach at your school anymore." “Miss, but I…” "Well, if you still want to talk to me, please wait until I finish teaching. These children are distracted by your arrival!" Zoya said like turning things around at that time. But actually she couldn't bear to see his hopeful expression. "Okay, I'll wait." He inched closer to the door. Mrs. Fateema then served him and invited him to talk. This is the right time to show off. Zoya picked up one more English story book. She read it a loud in front of the children, then immediately translated it. When she read it, she spoke an American accent, not
Morning at Dharavi Market. This was Praveen's second day to sell Idli there. The atmosphere was not crowded yet because it was only 6 in the morning. Many seller who just came to arrange their goods to sell. Praveen brought more than yesterday, of course with the hope that all the food would be sold out. He was in the same place as yesterday, next to the banana seller. He had begun to understand, one way to let people know what his sell is by shouting. Otherwise most of them were just passing by. And sure enough, just five minutes later he was shouting someone approached and immediately bought his idli. A woman who seemed to be in a hurry to go to work. "I want ten idlis. Wrap it up! The chutney is separated.” "Okay, Do You wanna buy Vada, too?" "Yeah, okay, just five." Praveen deftly prepared the girl's order. "You're new to sell idli here, huh?" She asked. She looked At Praveen's face with amazed. "Yeah, start from yesterday." "Where did you sell before?" Praveen shook hi
A week had passed.Sunil's dismay still persisted and didn't go away. His days are filled with Zoya's shadow. Somehow the girl haunted him and followed his every step. Since met her at Ramya's birthday, the image of the girl had managed to destroy his relationship with Sharmila. Made him restless and not focused on work. He didn't regret breaking up with Sharmila. During 4 years did not really make him fall in love with her. Sharmila was just a form of escape as he was so disillusioned by Zoya's departure abroad. Moreover, Sharmila's attitude was so restrained and jealous. Honestly, from the bottom of his heart he wanted to go back to Zoya. He wanted to be more serious about build a relationship with Narendra Prasadh's daughter to a higher level. If necessary he would redeem for all the mistakes he had ever done. But his arrival at Zoya's house last week made him even more upset. Why didn't Zoya's parents tell him where their daughter was? Why was Zoya not reachable? What had she
"Hey, where are we going?" Sunil asked Girish who continued to drive the car."I'm taking you home.""I don't want to go home! I want a drink. I haven't had a drink in a long time!”"You're drunk, so let's go home!""I told you, I'm not drunk. We've only been there for a while. I want to go back, I want to see the lion. You know, I saw a lion over there.""No lion! It was a discotheque, not a zoo!”“I swear, I saw a lion over there! It was just didn't roar. She just groaned at me. Ah, that must be a tamed lion. I'm sure the lion didn't eat people.""What are you talking about, Boss?! You're drunk! I told you earlier, don't get drunk! But when I leave you, you're straight up high. How many glass did you drink?” Girish nagged. He felt confused."None of your business! I'm sure I'm happy this time. Come on, let's go back!""What? You want to come back again? Want another drink?” asked Girish annoyed. He suddenly stopped the car.“Go there yourself! I don't want to be with you anymore. C