Zoya jumped onto the bed. Suddenly the bed shook. She did not accept his father's decision. Dharavi? Why go there? Even though her father had explained why she was sent there, Zoya still didn't accept it. This was a really crazy idea, it didn't make any sense. If it's to galvanize her sense she don't have to go to Dharavi. Asked her to stay there for three months would be like living in hell. She never thought whether she could survive or not. Why bother if only perceive life of the lower classes? After all, she had a high level of sympathy and empathy for the poor. At school, she often involved in social actions. Even while studying in Boston, she also participated in charity activities. She thought her father's idea was too ridiculous. How dare to galvanize his daughter in such a way? Moreover, she was a girl. Sending her to Dharavi could clearly threaten her safety especially if people knew she was Narendra Prasadh's daughter. She can be a target for extortion and even kidnapping

The river was shallow, but due to a lot of mud at the bottom the water surface was as high as Ranjana's neck. She seemed to be gasping for air to keep her head above the water but the mud seemed to swallow her feet.Praveen was already in the water alone with Ranjana. He swiftly tried to grab Ranjana's big arm, but he couldn't because it was too big to hold. Finally he grabbed her wrist."Let go! Let go of me! I'd rather die than not be able to marry you!""What are you doing? Don't be a fool to end your life in such a ridiculous way!" Praveen shouted with difficulty dragging Ranjana. But the huge body didn't move at all. Ranjana continued to struggle and the muddy water splashed down her head and Praveen's head.With all his strength Praveen dragged her out and she struggled even more trying to get out of Praveen's grip and desperately threw herself into the water and made her drowning. Praveen was panic. He tried to lift her up, but the body was so heavy. It's like lifting a hippo

Praveen was out of station with his backpack. The backpack felt heavy on his back because of clothes he was carrying. He brought a lot because he didn't know when he would come back here again. He stepped out of the station while carrying a bag of food containing his meals.In front of the station was quite crowded that afternoon. There were many private vehicles parked carelessly mixed with street vendors selling various food and other necessities. There were also many beggars who raised their hands asking for begging to passers-by.For some reason his eyes fell on an old man in shabby clothes sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk across the street. Although sitting cross-legged but still holding a stick in a standing position. The turban he was wearing also looked shabby. His beard and mustache were left long and unkempt.He was silent when Praveen approached him. Praveen only realized when he looked closely at his white eyeballs. He was blind. What a pity, a blind old man had to beg

Praveen stepped unsteadily. He didn't expect to be like this, being an expelled at Uncle Mahindra's house. But he admitted, it was his fault. What Auntie Jana said was true. It's only natural she was angry. Anyone will be offended if they were not considered. Ah, why did he forget to tell them at that time? After receiving the news, he immediately decided to go to Chandrapure without thinking.He did feel nervous at the time. To the extent that he also forgot about the audition he participated in. Passed or not, he felt no longer important. All he could think about was how he could go back to Chandrapur and saw his mother for the last time. And that was too late.Now he doesn't know where to go. He had no friends or relatives in Mumbai. Of the twenty million inhabitants of Mumbai, he only knew Uncle Mahindra's family.Praveen didn't want to beg the woman to stay. It was no for him to beg like a beggar. He already knew Auntie Jana didn't like him staying there even if it was just a pla

It was very lively that afternoon at the Gateway of India. Many come to spend time relaxing on the sea side waiting for the sunset. The gateway of India is one of Mumbai's most famous icons. Every tourist who comes here both local and foreign, do not forget to take pictures in front of the gate overlooking the Arabian sea.Praveen was already here feeding the seagulls with the bread crumbs he bought earlier. Dozens of birds swarmed in front of him while pecking at the crumbs he had scattered. They looked tame. He didn't get tired of feeding them until he ran out of bread. More fun than just taking selfies. For a moment the mind was distracted. He didn't remember that he had just been kicked out by Auntie Jana.A group of teenage girls passed in front of him. He was busy feeding the birds. They whispered to each other and then smiled to him, perhaps surprisingly a young man with a charming face looked attentively feeding the birds.Praveen looked indifferent and didn't care about the g