PART-1
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“Shivaay”-Pinky his mother cried keeping head on his shoulder, “your father is having an extramarital relationship with a girl”.
“Mom, papa is not like that . definitely there is some misunderstanding”- Shivaay replied his mother confidently while packing his bags for his meeting for cracking the deal with Saraswati steel.
“He is always sticking with his mobile, talking with a girl, not paying attention to me like before”- once again she shed some more tears. He stood straight face devoid all emotions.
“Who is the girl mom?”- He asked the first question.
“All the call are from a certain Annika”-his mother gave the information.
” Your bade papa is already in the clutch of the chudail Shwetlana. I don’t want your father to be another Tej Singh Oberoi”- She demanded to protect their Oberoi family pride from further insult of illicit relationship.
“I will look in to this matter mom”- Shivaay promised, picked his mobile from side table and called…
“Khanna…….”
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The house seems like a middle class in the city of Mumbai. Shivaay sat in front of the locked house for more then 1 hour waiting for the arrival of a certain Annika.
A sunflower opened the door late in the evening. He rubbed his eyes. His view is clear now.. a girl, beautiful girl come clear in his eyes, followed by a kid of almost 10 year old.
So this is the other woman in his mother’s life . The kid must be her son and she is luring his father for her son’s better future, to gift the child a tag of Oberoi.
He followed them in to their small house with out taking permission, stood at the door and she get shocked by the presence of a person, a male in her house, a complete stranger.
“How many money do you want in return of the freedom of a man” – he asked her as if it is a casual question.
” what”- come her reply short and immediate. The kid was long gone to his room for changing his dress.
” I never beat around the bush, my direct proposal is how much money will you take to spare Shakti Singh Oberoi”- He offered her a blank cheque from his check book.
” Fill the amount you want and stay away from him”- he threatened the sun flower girl.
” Who the hell is this Shakti Singh Oberoi”- finally she asked meeting his kanji eyes.
“Huh!! stop the innocent acting in front of me”- he shouted ” He have a big family “.
She denied her relationship with his father.
” You can tell me your exact rate, I am ready to pay you daily a lavish amount “- he told her, his business mind in front seat again.” And trust me I am much more younger then Mr. Shakti Singh Oberoi and unmarried too”.
She gaped at him for his foul mouth, his cheap thought and threw a full glass of water on his face, splash!!, wetting his perfectly gelled hair and face red by anger. He chocked and then hold her arm tightly by twisting it from behind her and picked her in his arm up.
“Leave me you bhagad billa”- where are you taking me?”- She shouted on the top of her voice but he turned deaf to her cry, pushed her in the passenger seat of his car and drove towards OM, his home.
The kid looked from her door supported by a walking stick under her arm helplessly.