Todos os capítulos de Slumlove Billionaire: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Mrs. Pratyusha Beniwal, Zoya's mother was enjoying a sunny afternoon at the pool side of her mansion. Under the wide umbrella, accompanied by a cup of hot tea and snacks, she seemed to be flipping through a fashion magazine. Her two assistants were ready to help her for any need, sitting beside her. In today's world, even though the world has become more sophisticated, Mrs. Beniwal still faithfully subscribed to fashion magazines to find out about world fashion trends. Every now and then she gives input to her husband to produce textile motifs that will become a world trend, and so does the current jewelry. Pratyusha Beniwal really likes to see the designs of world class designers, but she herself is not very interested in using designs of famous designer. But even so, her daily appearance is simple, it still looks elegant and classy. While having fun flipping through the magazine, she heard the sound of her husband's car coming in. She glanced at her watch . It's 4.30 pm, surprisi

“Please come to my house! If you don't! I never want to see you again!” Janvi says half threateningly as she took her order and handed over 200 rupees. "If I have time I'll be there!" Praveen replied. He received the money from Janvi, and took the change. "Just take the change!" "Sorry, I can't accepted it! Here is your change!” Praveen said handing 60 rupees. Janvi didn't want to accept it and just walked away saying, "It's for you, just take it! Okay, see you, I'll be waiting for you!” she left. Praveen just stared at Janvi's back. The girl continued to walk away. Praveen could only shook his head. He knew that the girl liked him. But Praveen doesn't feel anything. Just because he is Uncle Anand's daughter, Praveen respected her. He glanced at his goods. Just a little more, maybe before eleven o'clock it would all be over and he could go home. Later when he is at home he will rest for a while and after that he will find out how to become a photo model via the internet. Ah,

"Where are we going?" Zoya asked when they were at the side of the main road. It was a very busy afternoon. People came home from work and of course the streets looked crowded and bustling, typical of Indian streets."We'll just take a taxi from here," said Praveen trying to look for a taxi.“Take a taxi? Where are we going?" Zoya asked in surprised."We're looking for a restaurant in Zion.""Why don't we go to the nearer one? Isn't there a place to eat here?""No! I want it in Zion. It's not far, isn't it?""If it's not far, we can just walk!" Zoya said. Praveen glared at her.“I don't want to trouble you, Miss Ashita! I'm sure if we go by walk, you'll be sweating. The weather is still a bit hot this afternoon,” replied Praveen.A taxi passed in front of them and honked."You guys need a taxi?" asked the driver, sticking his head closer to the window."Can you take us to Zion?" asked Praveen."Sure! 110 rupees!”“100 rupees! It's not far from here!” Praveen bargained."Come on up!" s

They were already at Cinema, which was still in Zion. Praveen and Zoya just walked there and they spent fifteen minutes to reach there. The cinema building which consists of several floors was on the right side of Sion Circle Road. The building looked majestic, really much different from the cinema that Praveen frequented in Chandrapur. The Cinema which was his second home was owned by a local businessman, not like this one. He knows the employees and guards well so he was free to go in and out. "Wow, it must be fun watching in a comfortable atmosphere like this," said Praveen amazed when he was in the cinema lobby, not far from the ticket counter. The lights were sparkling. On the walls were neatly arranged movie posters. The air also felt cool. There was a counter selling food and soft drinks too. "Isn't all cinema like this?" Zoya asked in surprised. “This one is luxurious. The cinema I frequent in Chandrapur is quite modest,” "What's the cinema like in your village?" “There

Zoya had just arrived that morning at Doorna Kindergarten. The principal, Mrs. Fateema, didn't seem as enthusiastic as usual. She looked gloomy, in contrast to the faces of the students who came with cheerful faces. During the morning exercise, she just stood in the corner watching the children. The other two teachers, Harshida and Shanti, seemed busy arranging the children in a line. They also wondered what was wrong with Mrs. Fateema, but they were reluctant to ask. Zoya approached Mrs. Fateema. "Mrs. Fateema, you look down this morning. Are you unwell, or is there a problem with our school?" Zoya asked carefully. She looked at Zoya with a sad look. "Yeah, I'm having a problem. It's a bit heavy for me to handle on my own." She said frankly. "Is it a personal matter?" "I never bring personal matters to school." "Does it have anything to do with school? May I know? Who knows I can help?" Mrs. Fateema looked at Zoya again, then took a deep breath. "I don't really want to let