Some days passed like this.
Shreya moved to her house in Kharakpur. She visited the temple and then, came back to her house, only to find Daya and his men there. Her smile faded. She went in.
Hearing the sound of anklets, Daya turned his face towards the door, only to get lost in her. She was looking beautiful, wearing a pink suit. Her long hairs were dancing with hair as she moved in, but her angry glare brought him to reality.
Shreya (to Tejas): Tejas, inko andar kyu ghusne diya?
Daya (smirked): Usse kya pucch rahi ho, Ms Sinha, main hi bta deta hoon. Humaari deal jo adhuri reh gyi thi.
Shreya (side smile): Voh deal toh kabhi puri nhi ho gi, Mr. Oberoi. Kabhi nhi.
Daya stood up and went to her.
Daya (looking in her eyes): Kitni akad hai na tumhe, (looked to the other side) is akad ko na utara na, to mera naam bhi Daya Oberoi nhi.
Shreya (looked at him): Tabh toh nya naam dhund hi lo, Mr. Oberoi, humari akad ko toh aap mita hi nhi sakte, kyunki mitaya us cheez to jata hai, jo hoti hai.
Daya (angrily): Tumhe toh main dekhta hoon, Ms. Sinha.
Shreya (gritting teeth): Dekh hi lijiye ga, waise bhi hum dekhne mein hum bure nhi lagte hai.
Shreya went inside, while Daya went out in anger. His men too left.
The next day, Shreya arrived in her office and saw a man with a briefcase.
Shreya (smiled): Yes, aapko humse koi kaam hai?
Man (smiled): Ji haan ma'am, main Mr. Oberoi ke yahan se aaya hoon, unhone aapko ek letter dene ke liye kaha tha.
He gave her an envelope and went from there. She too went inside the cabin and took out the letter and a pass from the envelope.
'Ms. Sinha,
Chahe hum ek property ke liye lad rhein ho, par I want you to come to my party. I want you to meet my colleagues and my special acquaintances. Mujhe ladta hai, that you should meet them, and get to know about me. And please, thoda modern ban kar aiyega, mere parties mein koi Indian nhi pehenke aata hai….
Daya Oberoi.
Shreya kept the letter in her drawer and called Tejas. He came.
Shreya (serious): Tejas, hume Mr. Oberoi ne party mein bulaya hai, toh kya hume jana chahiye?
Tejas (thoughtfully): Ma'am, mujhe lagta hai, aapko jana chahiye… I am sure udhar jakar, kucch pta toh chal hi jaayega.
Shreya (nodded): Hmmm… thik hai hum jayenge.
Tejas nodded and went.
Shreya (thinking): Lekin hum western kaise pehnenge, aaj tak toh pehna hai nhi… Uff! Yeh inke chakkar mein kya-kya karna padta hai.
The evening came.
In Oberoi Mansion,
Daya was attending guests. Rishabh came to him.
Rishabh (whispered): Sir… Excuse me.
Daya went with him.
Rishabh (tensed): Sir, aapko lagta hai Ms. Shreya aayengi?
Daya (smirked): Mere hisaab se toh definitely aayengi.
Rishabh (worried): Sir, lekin voh humesha Indian pehenne walin hai, voh western kaise pehnengi?
Daya (smiled wickedly): Ab wahi toh dekhna hai.
Rishabh was talking to Daya, when he found someone.
Rishabh (wide eyes): Sir…
Daya looked at him and followed his gaze. Daya was stunned and lost.
It was no one other than Shreya. But, she was not in her regular Indian style. She was wearing a skin fit yellow evening gown. Her hairs were wavy and the kohl and eyeliner worked in her eyes beautifully. Her lips were magenta with gloss. Her ears were decorated with golden and diamond earrings. Her hand had a golden and diamond bracelet while other had a silver watch. Her matte yellow high heels were talking as she moved.
Daya smirked and went to her. He blocked her way and she backed, to not to crash with him. He had his drink in one hand.
Daya (smiled): Hello, Ms. Sinha.
Shreya (fake smile): Hello.
Daya (flirtingly): Waise aapne aapni khubsurati se is jagah ki sundarta hi badha di.
Shreya (smirk): Please, Mr. Oberoi, chahe hum gaon se hai, iska yeh matlab nhi ki hum bewakoof hain, so please stop flirting with me. Hum itne bhi seedhe nhi ki kucch samjhe na.
Daya (moved a little closer): Seedhi cheezein toh Daya Oberoi ko pasand bhi nhi hai.
Shreya felt a little uncomfortable. Daya again stood on his place.
Shreya (serious): Kyun bulaya hai hume?
Daya (smirked): Of course, enjoy karne ke liye.
Shreya (serious): Itna toh aap ko jaan hi gyi hoon ki bta sakoon, ki aap bina matlab kucch kaam nhi karte.
Daya (smirked): Kaafi intelligent hain aap, Ms. Sinha.
Shreya said nothing just crossed her hands against her chest.
Daya (looked at her): I want you to take my offer by signing in the papers in front of everyone.
Shreya (smirked): Chahe jitni baar bhi aap yeh sawal kar lein, hume aapse koyi deal nhi karni. (she released her hands) So, just enjoy your party, and I would like to leave now.
Daya (smiled): Abhi hi toh aayi hain aap, zara khatir daari ka mauka toh dijiye.
Shreya said nothing and went in the party. Daya looked at her and sipped from his glass.
Shreya saw that the party had a bar with alcoholic drinks too and felt a little uncomfortable. Rishabh moved to her, as he noticed it.
Rishabh (confused): Kya huya Ms. Shreya, aap kuchh uncomfortable lag rhi hai?
Shreya (smiled): Nhi, voh hum (looked at the bar): Nhi, hum thik hai.
Rishabh followed her gaze and understood.
Rishabh (smiled): It is okay, humare parties mein aise bar hote hi hai, lekin jo drink waiters serve kartein hai, that's non alcoholic, you can consume them.
Shreya smiled.
Rishabh (smiled): Waise you are looking very beautiful.
Shreya (smiled): Thank you Rishabh
They had a talk and they left. Shreya was standing alone, when Daya again approached her. A waiter was passing through them, when he took a drink from the tray.
He gave it to her and she accepted it without a word.
Daya (surprised): Kamal hai, aaj aapne meri baat kaise maan li?
Shreya (smirked): Jitna aapko jaana hai, us hisaab se aap humaare saath kucch galat nhi karenge, uska bharosa hai hume.
Daya (smiled): Chaliye, aapne mere liye kucch toh accha bola.
Shreya smiled as Daya left to attend a call. Shreya was angry, so she drank the whole drink in one go. Daya came after aminute and saw her sweating profusely.
Daya (worried): Ms. Sinha, yeh aapko itna pasina kyun aa rha hai?
Shreya (drunken tone): Pasina, (smirked) Hume kyun pasina aayega?
Daya (thinking): Oh god! Kahi inko maine alcohol wali drink toh nahi dedi, shit!.
Daya dragged Shreya outside. When they came outside the house, Shreya jerked his hand.
Shreya (drunk, angry): Yeh kya batameezi hai, Mr. Oberoi, ek ladki ko ghaseet te (drag) sharam nhi aati.
Daya said nothing but just held her by her arm and made her sit on his car. He locked the car and called Rishabh.
In the call,
Daya (serious): Rishabh, Ms. Sinha ka address mujhe message karo, immediately.
Rishabh (questioningly): Kyun? Kya huya sir?
Daya (embarrassed): Voh galti se maine Ms. Sinha ko alcohol drink pila di.
Rishabh (shocked): What?
Daya (nodded): Haan, ab unhe ghar chhodne jar ha hoon, so give me her address.
He disconnected the call and went near the car. He observed that Shreya had already slept. She was looking so beautiful and innocent, that he was totally lost in her. He back to reality by the popping of the message. He opened the phone and got that it was the address.
He sat on the driver seat and drove to her house.
