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Story of Little Hanuman And The Sun

 

Once, little Hanuman was fast asleep in his cradle. In his dream, he saw himself eating delicious mangoes and apples. After a while, Hanuman woke up hungry. 'Mamma, mamma,' he yelled for fruits.

His mother, Anjana, was not at home. Then, he saw the Sun rising. To Hanuman, the Sun looked like a juicy orange fruit. He was so hungry that he decided to bring fruit by himself.

He took off from his cradle and started flying towards the Sun at an incredible speed. However, when the Sun spotted Hanuman speeding towards him, he got worried, 'Why is this little one flying towards me?' 

Lord Indra was passing by riding on his elephant, Airavata. The magical white elephant had four tusks. In no time, Hanuman arrived and said, looking at Sun, 'Yummy, now I can eat this shining fruit.'

Sun replied to Hanuman, 'Hey, little one, I am not a fruit. I am Sun.' Lord Indra tried to stop Hanuman from eating Sun. When Hanuman didn't stop reluctantly, Lord Indra hit Hanuman with Vajra, his powerful weapon. Vayu arrived to protect Hanuman.

Little Hanuman fell from the sky. Vayu ran to the falling Hanuman. He held Hanuman in his arms and went inside a cave. 'Are you okay, Hanuman? Don't worry! You are safe now!' he said to Hanuman.

The wind stopped blowing. Mother Earth and all living beings gasped for breath as angry Vayu locked himself in the cave with Little Hanuman. Lord Indra and other Gods reached outside the cave.

Worried, Vayu shook Hanuman to wake him up from unconsciousness. Lord Indra pleaded, 'Sorry, Hanuman! To make up for my mistake, I bless you with boons,'. After a while, Hanuman regained consciousness and jumped with joy. 

Lord Indra chanted mantras and blessed Hanuman with boons. 'Thank you for blessing me with boons. Now, I have to go home,' said Hanuman. He wished the Sun, Vayu, other Gods, Lord Indra, and Airavata goodbye.   

With his new powers, Little Hanuman jumped from one tree to another. Then he took off to the skies, happily playing with clouds. Then he saw his mother, Anjana, plucking fresh fruits from trees. 

He ran back to his cradle and acted like he was fast asleep. 'Hanuman, wake up my child,' lovingly said Anjana. Then, thinking about his adventure in the skies, Hanuman grinned.  

'Aren't you hungry, Hanuman? I have fresh fruits for you,' she said as she woke him up. He embraced his mother and excitedly said, 'I just met Airavata in my dreams, Mamma!' Anjana smiled at his innocence.

Moral: A child's innocence is a gift that should be cherished.

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Story of Little Hanuman And The Sun

 

Once, little Hanuman was fast asleep in his cradle. In his dream, he saw himself eating delicious mangoes and apples. After a while, Hanuman woke up hungry. 'Mamma, mamma,' he yelled for fruits.

His mother, Anjana, was not at home. Then, he saw the Sun rising. To Hanuman, the Sun looked like a juicy orange fruit. He was so hungry that he decided to bring fruit by himself.

He took off from his cradle and started flying towards the Sun at an incredible speed. However, when the Sun spotted Hanuman speeding towards him, he got worried, 'Why is this little one flying towards me?' 

Lord Indra was passing by riding on his elephant, Airavata. The magical white elephant had four tusks. In no time, Hanuman arrived and said, looking at Sun, 'Yummy, now I can eat this shining fruit.'

Sun replied to Hanuman, 'Hey, little one, I am not a fruit. I am Sun.' Lord Indra tried to stop Hanuman from eating Sun. When Hanuman didn't stop reluctantly, Lord Indra hit Hanuman with Vajra, his powerful weapon. Vayu arrived to protect Hanuman.

Little Hanuman fell from the sky. Vayu ran to the falling Hanuman. He held Hanuman in his arms and went inside a cave. 'Are you okay, Hanuman? Don't worry! You are safe now!' he said to Hanuman.

The wind stopped blowing. Mother Earth and all living beings gasped for breath as angry Vayu locked himself in the cave with Little Hanuman. Lord Indra and other Gods reached outside the cave.

Worried, Vayu shook Hanuman to wake him up from unconsciousness. Lord Indra pleaded, 'Sorry, Hanuman! To make up for my mistake, I bless you with boons,'. After a while, Hanuman regained consciousness and jumped with joy. 

Lord Indra chanted mantras and blessed Hanuman with boons. 'Thank you for blessing me with boons. Now, I have to go home,' said Hanuman. He wished the Sun, Vayu, other Gods, Lord Indra, and Airavata goodbye.   

With his new powers, Little Hanuman jumped from one tree to another. Then he took off to the skies, happily playing with clouds. Then he saw his mother, Anjana, plucking fresh fruits from trees. 

He ran back to his cradle and acted like he was fast asleep. 'Hanuman, wake up my child,' lovingly said Anjana. Then, thinking about his adventure in the skies, Hanuman grinned.  

'Aren't you hungry, Hanuman? I have fresh fruits for you,' she said as she woke him up. He embraced his mother and excitedly said, 'I just met Airavata in my dreams, Mamma!' Anjana smiled at his innocence.

Moral: A child's innocence is a gift that should be cherished.

Author is writer of the famous novel, The Unexpected Trail

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Chapter 1 - Love Is In The Air

The morning light emerged from theskyline. Anica was ready to pay her respects to the rising Sun. Her head wasslightly bowed down, and her palms joined. She calmly drew her breath in as sheraised her arms. A few more poses followed, and meticulously, she finished herone round of Surya Namaskar.

Twentymore to go, she thought.

She allowed herself to rest for afew seconds and then nimbly resumed her task on the Yoga mat. She believed her morning Yoga routine recharged her for the day, and she barely missed it. Shelay down on her back. Her legs and arms were slightly stretched apart, and hereyes were closed. Her mind was about to surrender to the peace the aasana had to offer when she heardsomething atrocious.

Vihaan was already out of bed, andloud music was playing in the bedroom. Anica stormed inside the room to turnoff the music system, but Vihaan embraced her and started dancing. He twirledAnica around, thus preventing her from reaching the music system. Vihaan knewAnica was not a music fan, let alone the loud music. Dancing, he held Anicatightly while she kept her hands on her ears. A thought occurred to Vihaan, andhis dance moves stopped abruptly. Vihaan dropped Anica onto the floor andrushed out of the room, yelling, ‘Sorry, Anica! I must save milk.’ Anica rubbedher lower back and stood up. She smiled as Vihaan’s funny dance moves flashedbefore her eyes, and then she turned off the music.

His name was carved on Anica’s heartwith indelible ink. She loved everything about him. Her life was all aboutVihaan. The most endearing quality of Vihaan was that he was everything herfather was not - caring, considerate, and compassionate. She wished her motherwas as lucky as she was in love matters.

‘Breakfast is served, my love,’announced Vihaan when Anica joined him at the dining table after a quickshower.

He had cooked a delicious breakfastof egg sandwiches and coffee.

‘Delicious!’ she said, relishing abite. She could not resist her smile, imagining her father’s repulsive facewhen he would see men like Vihaan exist. Some men, like Vihaan, treat women asequals, not enslave them. Some men, like Vihaan, share the responsibility ofdoing household chores. For them, marriage is not the battle of the sexes butthe paradise of companionship. She gave a proud look at Vihaan.

‘Handsome, rich, and a good cook. Iam the whole package. Do you agree?’ Vihaan mischievously ran a finger onAnica’s cheek.

‘What’s for tiffin?’ Anica said,ignoring his attempt to get intimate.

‘Check it on your own,’ said Vihaan,frowning. He got up from his chair and went to their bedroom.

Anica grinned and bellowed afterhim, ‘Do not take an hour for the shower. We will get late for office.’

She received a reply in the form ofa bang at the bathroom door. Anica and Vihaan never missed an opportunity totease each other. Anica cleared the dining table and started packing theirlunch boxes. Vihaan had cooked pulav forlunch. Pulav is a wholesome mealprepared from rice and vegetables.

Three years ago, Vihaan and Anicafirst met as co-workers. Soon, their interactions blossomed into an officeromance, from office romance into meaningful fondness and mutual respect. Thelast two years have been heavenly for Anica and Vihaan when they decided tomove in together. Anica and Vihaan were not keen on getting married and wantedto concentrate on their careers. But they also wanted to give each other time.So, a live-in arrangement was the best solution. They were loving each momentof it.

Anica was engrossed in her thoughts.Blissfully unaware of the presence of the malicious figure that was tip-toeingtowards her. The figure grabbed her by the throat from behind. As a reflexresponse, struggling, Anica’s hand reached for the figure’s hands. But she didnot fight back, assuming it was Vihaan’s harmless prank. Suddenly, the griptightened, and she struggled to let herself loose, tumbling a few utensils onthe kitchen’s platform.

‘Are you okay, Anica?’ Vihaanshouted from the bedroom.

Vihaan’s distant voice sent a shiverthrough her body. She realised this was no prank. She tried to free herself andlook at the figure. As she struggled, a few more utensils dropped.

‘Listen to me, Anica,’ the figurehissed inside Anica’s ear. Their warm breath made Anica flinch.

Alarmed, Vihaan rushed to thekitchen and saw the unexpected. A figure in a black outfit and face mask wasstrangling Anica to death. The figure threw Anica on Vihaan and rushed out ofthe house.

Anica held Vihaan tightly, and herwhole body was trembling with fear. Vihaan wanted to chase the figure, butAnica’s condition restrained him from doing so. After a while, he gave Anica aglass of water. Anica gathered herself before talking about the terrifyingexperience.

‘I thought it was you! Your prank!’cried Anica.

‘But how did the attacker get in,’said Vihaan, staring at the open door.

‘Oh, I think I left it open when Icollected the newspaper,’ Anica sheepishly admitted her mistake.

Carelessly living in her dream worldwas something about Anica that Vihaan never appreciated. But he did not wantAnica to feel miserable and did not pursue the topic.

‘Must be a thief. I will complain tothe society of the building. Anyway, forget about all this. Let us go to theoffice,’ he rose from the sofa and gave his hand to Anica.

Lost in her thoughts, Anica cried,‘He knew my name.’

‘Because I took your name,remember?’ Vihaan tried to calm her down.

Anica furiously rubbed her templeand yelled, ‘He tried to kill me, Vihaan.’

Vihaan knew Anica was not the kindof exaggerator. He glanced anxiously around the disarranged kitchen and said,‘Let us go to the police station. We should not take any chance.’

They stopped at the police stationen route to their office. Soon, the couple forgot about their eventful morning,and office work occupied their minds. It was probably the generosity of Mumbai’s busy city life—no time to ponder.

Office hours were over, and now itwas dinner time. Usually, the couple would bring Chinese food from a nearbyfood joint or dine at one of the local restaurants. Tonight, they bought aChinese takeaway.

‘Though we have sorted our breakfastand lunch. Thanks to you. Let us hire a cook for dinner,’ said Anica as theyentered the lift, and she pushed a particular button.

‘I guess you are right,’ agreedVihaan; raising the takeaway food parcel in his hand, he continued, ‘This foodis unhealthy, and we are not getting any younger.’

They stepped out of the lift, and anexcited voice greeted Vihaan, ‘Hey, Vihaan!’

Vihaan was surprised to see hisneighbour, Mr Rao.

‘Hello, Rao Uncle. Back home fromthe USA!’ Vihaan hugged him.

‘Yeah! Almost after three years,’ hereplied.

Vihaan introduced Rao and Anica toeach other and invited Rao over to dinner. Rao, who had no other plans, accepted the invitation. They reached Vihaan’s apartment.

‘How is your work going?’ asked Rao.

‘Going on. It is the same odd Salesstuff. Pitch and close the deal and then move to the next client,’ Vihaan saiddryly.

 ‘And earn a fat commission,’ Raogrinned.

 With that, they clinked their rumglasses.

‘Actually, I am in India to sell myhouse,’ Rao shared grimly, ‘my children want me to relocate to the USpermanently.’

‘Oh! I feel... I mean... you do notsound happy!’ Vihaan placed his hand on Rao’s shoulder.

‘I have Mixed feelings. I love my life in the US, but this is the house my children grew up in,’ he paused momentarily and continued. You know it is okay. I am happy since my children and wife arehappy,’ Rao replied.

Vihaan shook his head. ' I wish I couldbuy your house. But I am already paying EMIs for this one. I am not readyfinancially.’

Anica entered with a set of crockery in her hand, and the conversation drifted to comparisons between the US and India—about life, weather, and culture.

***********

Vihaan’s excitement to check out MrRao’s house the following morning amused Anica.

‘Come on; it is just the house nextdoor. How different can it be?’ Anica rolled her eyes.

‘Then wait to be amazed. It has…,’Vihaan stopped midway and said, ‘No, it would be better to see it on your own.So, no spoilers.’

He rang the doorbell, and Rao tookthem in. The house was modestly done, but nature’s blessing made it look grand.With ample sunlight, the living room offered a sea view. Vihaan held Anica’shand, and they walked closer to the balcony. Breezy air and breathtaking view.Anica now understood Vihaan’s excitement.

They spoke with Rao briefly and thenheaded to the office in their car.

‘So, what’s your verdict about thehouse next door,’ Vihaan knew Anica’s reply but wanted to hear from her. Vihaanwas at the wheel.

‘It’s awesome,’ Anica grinned. Thenshe asked, ‘Why doesn’t our house have a sea view?’

‘Because our house faces oppositeRao's uncle’s house,’ he replied. Anica noticed Vihaan’s twisted face; itseemed like he was doing a mental calculation.

She placed her hand on Vihaan’sshoulder, ‘It will be too much of a financial burden for you. Just forget it.’

Vihaan knew Anica was right. His carhalted at its intended destination, unlike his dream.

Soon, the day’s work made him forgetabout his conversation with Rao.

***********

The weekend was here. Anica andVihaan were in Lonavala, a picturesque hill station, to attend a weddingceremony.

‘It is your friend’s wedding. I donot want to come,’ Vihaan decided to stay in the hotel room and skip thereception ceremony.

‘That is good! Do not come!’ Anicasaid, adjusting the dupatta of her lehenga.

Her phone rang, and a big smileflashed across her face, ‘Hey, Mansi! Where are you?’ a pause ensued, and thenshe said, ‘Okay, see you in five minutes.’ She disconnected the call and pickedup her purse.

‘Mansi is here. Who needs Vihaannow?’ Vihaan complained.

Anica kissed him on the cheeks,said, ‘You are right,’ and hastily left the room.

Dancing, eating, clicking pictures,and catching up with old friends were the order of the occasion, but notnecessarily in that order.

Exhausted, Anica and Mansi sat inone corner.

‘So, when are you getting married?’Mansi wanted to know.

‘We are happy the way we are,’ Anicasipped her drink.

‘But one day, you have to getmarried, so why delay it,’ Mansi argued.

‘Forget all this. I must sharesomething. I am planning to buy a house,’ Anica beamed.

‘That is great news. I am proud ofyou,’ Mansi patted Anica’s shoulder.

‘Kind of unplanned thing. Ourneighbour is selling his flat. Vihaan loves that house and wants to buy it. Buthe has already taken a home loan for the house we currently live in,’ saidAnica.

Mansi interrupted her, ‘Let meguess. He figured simultaneously paying off two EMIs is not wise. So, you arebuying it.’

‘Yes,’ Anica looked at her friendwith admiration and added, ‘but it is a surprise for Vihaan. So, you must helpme with the paperwork.’

‘Always at your service, madam,’ shebowed.

‘Thank you so much,’ she said, andthen, with a dream in her eyes, she continued, ‘It will make a big house forus.’

‘You are a mad girl, Anica! You areplanning a future with him, yet you say marriage is not on the cards,’ Mansichuckled. A group of friends asked girls to join them for a selfie.

While Mansi ran to them, Anicastayed back, reflecting on Mansi’s words about marriage. Then, a glimpse sether heart racing.

 Isthat Vihaan?

Her gaze followed the glimpsethrough swirling guests. Moments later, the glimpse became more explicit, andAnica spotted him approaching her. He smiled at her, turning her cheeks pink.

‘I am not here for you. I am herefor food,’ Vihaan giggled.

 Elated by Vihaan’s presence, sheheld his hand and called Mansi.

 ‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ saidMansi, who already knew Vihaan was happy to see him.

 Girls introduced him to their otherfriends.

The night became even more memorablefor Anica. For Anica, spending quality time with Vihaan was never enough.However, the thought of marriage did not elude her, and her mind kept racingback to Mansi’s words.

*********** 

The following morning, Vihaan andAnica lazily spent their time in bed, cuddling each other and making love until their check-out time. Before hitting the road, lovers ate heartily at the hotel’s restaurant. It was a long four—to five-hour drive to their residence.

 The evening sun was fully spreading its orangish charm, making Vihaan crave tea and fritter. Anica scanned the road through the window, passionately performing the task at her hand.

‘Did you spot Tandori Chai's stall, madam?’ he asked in a tone that almostdoubted her sincerity.

‘No, sir!’ she said and rolled hereyes.

 Vihaan stared at her and said, ‘Whyare you not using Google Maps, my love.’

Ignoring his question, she pressedthe button to roll down the window and asked a passer-by, ‘Sir, where can weget Tandori Chai?’

He scratched his head briefly,making Anica regret her decision. Vihaan, too, was waiting with bated breath.

The passer-by grinned and said,‘There is one stall only two kilometres from here.’

Vihaan started the car, and Anicawaved thank you to the man.

Vihaan kissed Anica’s cheeks whenthey reached the stall, ‘Good job, my princess.’

Anica pushed him away. Vihaan caughthis ears and mouthed sorry. She laughed, and they headed to the stall.

The atmosphere of the stall wasaromatic, and the method of preparation was highly inviting. 

The cook first removed a smallearthen pot kept over burnt charcoal inside a clay oven called a tandoor. Then he poured hot tea into thesmoky earthen pot and served the blend to the customers.

Vihaan enjoyed every sip of thesmoky-flavoured drink while the black coffee contented Anica.

The small break refreshed thecouple, and they proceeded toward their car.

‘Oh, I think I left my purse on thetable,’ she said, returning to the stall. A fast-moving truck was about tostrike Anica when Vihaan sprang up. He pushed Anica off the truck’s track,rolling; she landed several feet away, colliding her head with a large stone.

Vihaan rushed to her, and the crowdassembled around them. Vihaan took her in his arms and proceeded to thehospital.

Heavy internal bleeding deterioratedAnica’s condition, and the doctors kept her under observation. Vihaan had nochoice but to pace up and down the hospital corridor. Finally, after two days,the doctor announced that Anica’s condition was improving, and he was allowedto see her.

The separation of two days seemed toVihaan like two lifetimes, and he kept his hand on Anica’s hand, and tearsdeparted his eyes. Salty drops tickled Anica’s hand, and she slowly opened hereyes. She gave him a slight smile, and he smiled back.

***********

After a week, Vihaan and Anicaarrived in Mumbai. Anica was instructed to rest for a month, so she was awayfrom office-related action. While Vihaan visited the office for a few hours inthe morning, he resumed working from home later.

Their bosses, colleagues, andfriendly neighbours visited their home to wish Anica a speedy recovery. Mansi,too, had come to meet Anica and was relieved to learn about Anica’s favourablerecovery. Vihaan left for the office, leaving the two friends chatting.

‘Unbelievable. You are stillthinking about the house! Focus on your recovery,’ suggested Mansi as sheleisurely sat on the bed.

‘I must buy it. For Vihaan, for us,’she blushed, ‘for marriage.’

 ‘Really! Congratulations,’ Mansihugged her friend.

Anica requested that Mansi quicklygo to the local market and buy some things for her. Mansi was more than happyto help Anica.

Hours later, when Vihaan returned,he was surprised to see Anica in a green sequin cocktail dress.

She looked gorgeous as the bodycondress hugged her perfect figure. Her face dazzled just like glitter on herdress. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and her heavily kohled eyes gave herthe aura of a temptress.

Vihaan was mesmerised by the sight,and he slowly walked to her.

Anica went down on one knee andblushed, holding a ring; she asked, ‘Will you marry me, Vihaan Upreti?’

Vihaan stared at her in disbeliefand curled his lip, ‘Is this some kind of a joke.’

‘No, Vihaan!’ Anica stood up, keptthe ring on the table, and placed her head on his chest, ‘I can never joke withyou about us.’

He grabbed her by her arms andyelled, ‘Then what is this? We decided marriage is not our thing. We decidedour career and companionship will define us,’ he paused and then added,‘Remember.’

Anica was now in tears and said,‘But that was three years ago. Things change, people change.’

‘But I will not change, Anica! Myanswer is NO,’ he looked into her eyes, stating the finality of his decision.

 Anica sobbed, breathing heavily, asshe untied her hair and threw the pins on the floor.

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Chapter 1 - Love Is In The Air

The morning light emerged from theskyline. Anica was ready to pay her respects to the rising Sun. Her head wasslightly bowed down, and her palms joined. She calmly drew her breath in as sheraised her arms. A few more poses followed, and meticulously, she finished herone round of Surya Namaskar.

Twentymore to go, she thought.

She allowed herself to rest for afew seconds and then nimbly resumed her task on the Yoga mat. She believed her morning Yoga routine recharged her for the day, and she barely missed it. Shelay down on her back. Her legs and arms were slightly stretched apart, and hereyes were closed. Her mind was about to surrender to the peace the aasana had to offer when she heardsomething atrocious.

Vihaan was already out of bed, andloud music was playing in the bedroom. Anica stormed inside the room to turnoff the music system, but Vihaan embraced her and started dancing. He twirledAnica around, thus preventing her from reaching the music system. Vihaan knewAnica was not a music fan, let alone the loud music. Dancing, he held Anicatightly while she kept her hands on her ears. A thought occurred to Vihaan, andhis dance moves stopped abruptly. Vihaan dropped Anica onto the floor andrushed out of the room, yelling, ‘Sorry, Anica! I must save milk.’ Anica rubbedher lower back and stood up. She smiled as Vihaan’s funny dance moves flashedbefore her eyes, and then she turned off the music.

His name was carved on Anica’s heartwith indelible ink. She loved everything about him. Her life was all aboutVihaan. The most endearing quality of Vihaan was that he was everything herfather was not - caring, considerate, and compassionate. She wished her motherwas as lucky as she was in love matters.

‘Breakfast is served, my love,’announced Vihaan when Anica joined him at the dining table after a quickshower.

He had cooked a delicious breakfastof egg sandwiches and coffee.

‘Delicious!’ she said, relishing abite. She could not resist her smile, imagining her father’s repulsive facewhen he would see men like Vihaan exist. Some men, like Vihaan, treat women asequals, not enslave them. Some men, like Vihaan, share the responsibility ofdoing household chores. For them, marriage is not the battle of the sexes butthe paradise of companionship. She gave a proud look at Vihaan.

‘Handsome, rich, and a good cook. Iam the whole package. Do you agree?’ Vihaan mischievously ran a finger onAnica’s cheek.

‘What’s for tiffin?’ Anica said,ignoring his attempt to get intimate.

‘Check it on your own,’ said Vihaan,frowning. He got up from his chair and went to their bedroom.

Anica grinned and bellowed afterhim, ‘Do not take an hour for the shower. We will get late for office.’

She received a reply in the form ofa bang at the bathroom door. Anica and Vihaan never missed an opportunity totease each other. Anica cleared the dining table and started packing theirlunch boxes. Vihaan had cooked pulav forlunch. Pulav is a wholesome mealprepared from rice and vegetables.

Three years ago, Vihaan and Anicafirst met as co-workers. Soon, their interactions blossomed into an officeromance, from office romance into meaningful fondness and mutual respect. Thelast two years have been heavenly for Anica and Vihaan when they decided tomove in together. Anica and Vihaan were not keen on getting married and wantedto concentrate on their careers. But they also wanted to give each other time.So, a live-in arrangement was the best solution. They were loving each momentof it.

Anica was engrossed in her thoughts.Blissfully unaware of the presence of the malicious figure that was tip-toeingtowards her. The figure grabbed her by the throat from behind. As a reflexresponse, struggling, Anica’s hand reached for the figure’s hands. But she didnot fight back, assuming it was Vihaan’s harmless prank. Suddenly, the griptightened, and she struggled to let herself loose, tumbling a few utensils onthe kitchen’s platform.

‘Are you okay, Anica?’ Vihaanshouted from the bedroom.

Vihaan’s distant voice sent a shiverthrough her body. She realised this was no prank. She tried to free herself andlook at the figure. As she struggled, a few more utensils dropped.

‘Listen to me, Anica,’ the figurehissed inside Anica’s ear. Their warm breath made Anica flinch.

Alarmed, Vihaan rushed to thekitchen and saw the unexpected. A figure in a black outfit and face mask wasstrangling Anica to death. The figure threw Anica on Vihaan and rushed out ofthe house.

Anica held Vihaan tightly, and herwhole body was trembling with fear. Vihaan wanted to chase the figure, butAnica’s condition restrained him from doing so. After a while, he gave Anica aglass of water. Anica gathered herself before talking about the terrifyingexperience.

‘I thought it was you! Your prank!’cried Anica.

‘But how did the attacker get in,’said Vihaan, staring at the open door.

‘Oh, I think I left it open when Icollected the newspaper,’ Anica sheepishly admitted her mistake.

Carelessly living in her dream worldwas something about Anica that Vihaan never appreciated. But he did not wantAnica to feel miserable and did not pursue the topic.

‘Must be a thief. I will complain tothe society of the building. Anyway, forget about all this. Let us go to theoffice,’ he rose from the sofa and gave his hand to Anica.

Lost in her thoughts, Anica cried,‘He knew my name.’

‘Because I took your name,remember?’ Vihaan tried to calm her down.

Anica furiously rubbed her templeand yelled, ‘He tried to kill me, Vihaan.’

Vihaan knew Anica was not the kindof exaggerator. He glanced anxiously around the disarranged kitchen and said,‘Let us go to the police station. We should not take any chance.’

They stopped at the police stationen route to their office. Soon, the couple forgot about their eventful morning,and office work occupied their minds. It was probably the generosity of Mumbai’s busy city life—no time to ponder.

Office hours were over, and now itwas dinner time. Usually, the couple would bring Chinese food from a nearbyfood joint or dine at one of the local restaurants. Tonight, they bought aChinese takeaway.

‘Though we have sorted our breakfastand lunch. Thanks to you. Let us hire a cook for dinner,’ said Anica as theyentered the lift, and she pushed a particular button.

‘I guess you are right,’ agreedVihaan; raising the takeaway food parcel in his hand, he continued, ‘This foodis unhealthy, and we are not getting any younger.’

They stepped out of the lift, and anexcited voice greeted Vihaan, ‘Hey, Vihaan!’

Vihaan was surprised to see hisneighbour, Mr Rao.

‘Hello, Rao Uncle. Back home fromthe USA!’ Vihaan hugged him.

‘Yeah! Almost after three years,’ hereplied.

Vihaan introduced Rao and Anica toeach other and invited Rao over to dinner. Rao, who had no other plans, accepted the invitation. They reached Vihaan’s apartment.

‘How is your work going?’ asked Rao.

‘Going on. It is the same odd Salesstuff. Pitch and close the deal and then move to the next client,’ Vihaan saiddryly.

 ‘And earn a fat commission,’ Raogrinned.

 With that, they clinked their rumglasses.

‘Actually, I am in India to sell myhouse,’ Rao shared grimly, ‘my children want me to relocate to the USpermanently.’

‘Oh! I feel... I mean... you do notsound happy!’ Vihaan placed his hand on Rao’s shoulder.

‘I have Mixed feelings. I love my life in the US, but this is the house my children grew up in,’ he paused momentarily and continued. You know it is okay. I am happy since my children and wife arehappy,’ Rao replied.

Vihaan shook his head. ' I wish I couldbuy your house. But I am already paying EMIs for this one. I am not readyfinancially.’

Anica entered with a set of crockery in her hand, and the conversation drifted to comparisons between the US and India—about life, weather, and culture.

***********

Vihaan’s excitement to check out MrRao’s house the following morning amused Anica.

‘Come on; it is just the house nextdoor. How different can it be?’ Anica rolled her eyes.

‘Then wait to be amazed. It has…,’Vihaan stopped midway and said, ‘No, it would be better to see it on your own.So, no spoilers.’

He rang the doorbell, and Rao tookthem in. The house was modestly done, but nature’s blessing made it look grand.With ample sunlight, the living room offered a sea view. Vihaan held Anica’shand, and they walked closer to the balcony. Breezy air and breathtaking view.Anica now understood Vihaan’s excitement.

They spoke with Rao briefly and thenheaded to the office in their car.

‘So, what’s your verdict about thehouse next door,’ Vihaan knew Anica’s reply but wanted to hear from her. Vihaanwas at the wheel.

‘It’s awesome,’ Anica grinned. Thenshe asked, ‘Why doesn’t our house have a sea view?’

‘Because our house faces oppositeRao's uncle’s house,’ he replied. Anica noticed Vihaan’s twisted face; itseemed like he was doing a mental calculation.

She placed her hand on Vihaan’sshoulder, ‘It will be too much of a financial burden for you. Just forget it.’

Vihaan knew Anica was right. His carhalted at its intended destination, unlike his dream.

Soon, the day’s work made him forgetabout his conversation with Rao.

***********

The weekend was here. Anica andVihaan were in Lonavala, a picturesque hill station, to attend a weddingceremony.

‘It is your friend’s wedding. I donot want to come,’ Vihaan decided to stay in the hotel room and skip thereception ceremony.

‘That is good! Do not come!’ Anicasaid, adjusting the dupatta of her lehenga.

Her phone rang, and a big smileflashed across her face, ‘Hey, Mansi! Where are you?’ a pause ensued, and thenshe said, ‘Okay, see you in five minutes.’ She disconnected the call and pickedup her purse.

‘Mansi is here. Who needs Vihaannow?’ Vihaan complained.

Anica kissed him on the cheeks,said, ‘You are right,’ and hastily left the room.

Dancing, eating, clicking pictures,and catching up with old friends were the order of the occasion, but notnecessarily in that order.

Exhausted, Anica and Mansi sat inone corner.

‘So, when are you getting married?’Mansi wanted to know.

‘We are happy the way we are,’ Anicasipped her drink.

‘But one day, you have to getmarried, so why delay it,’ Mansi argued.

‘Forget all this. I must sharesomething. I am planning to buy a house,’ Anica beamed.

‘That is great news. I am proud ofyou,’ Mansi patted Anica’s shoulder.

‘Kind of unplanned thing. Ourneighbour is selling his flat. Vihaan loves that house and wants to buy it. Buthe has already taken a home loan for the house we currently live in,’ saidAnica.

Mansi interrupted her, ‘Let meguess. He figured simultaneously paying off two EMIs is not wise. So, you arebuying it.’

‘Yes,’ Anica looked at her friendwith admiration and added, ‘but it is a surprise for Vihaan. So, you must helpme with the paperwork.’

‘Always at your service, madam,’ shebowed.

‘Thank you so much,’ she said, andthen, with a dream in her eyes, she continued, ‘It will make a big house forus.’

‘You are a mad girl, Anica! You areplanning a future with him, yet you say marriage is not on the cards,’ Mansichuckled. A group of friends asked girls to join them for a selfie.

While Mansi ran to them, Anicastayed back, reflecting on Mansi’s words about marriage. Then, a glimpse sether heart racing.

 Isthat Vihaan?

Her gaze followed the glimpsethrough swirling guests. Moments later, the glimpse became more explicit, andAnica spotted him approaching her. He smiled at her, turning her cheeks pink.

‘I am not here for you. I am herefor food,’ Vihaan giggled.

 Elated by Vihaan’s presence, sheheld his hand and called Mansi.

 ‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ saidMansi, who already knew Vihaan was happy to see him.

 Girls introduced him to their otherfriends.

The night became even more memorablefor Anica. For Anica, spending quality time with Vihaan was never enough.However, the thought of marriage did not elude her, and her mind kept racingback to Mansi’s words.

*********** 

The following morning, Vihaan andAnica lazily spent their time in bed, cuddling each other and making love until their check-out time. Before hitting the road, lovers ate heartily at the hotel’s restaurant. It was a long four—to five-hour drive to their residence.

 The evening sun was fully spreading its orangish charm, making Vihaan crave tea and fritter. Anica scanned the road through the window, passionately performing the task at her hand.

‘Did you spot Tandori Chai's stall, madam?’ he asked in a tone that almostdoubted her sincerity.

‘No, sir!’ she said and rolled hereyes.

 Vihaan stared at her and said, ‘Whyare you not using Google Maps, my love.’

Ignoring his question, she pressedthe button to roll down the window and asked a passer-by, ‘Sir, where can weget Tandori Chai?’

He scratched his head briefly,making Anica regret her decision. Vihaan, too, was waiting with bated breath.

The passer-by grinned and said,‘There is one stall only two kilometres from here.’

Vihaan started the car, and Anicawaved thank you to the man.

Vihaan kissed Anica’s cheeks whenthey reached the stall, ‘Good job, my princess.’

Anica pushed him away. Vihaan caughthis ears and mouthed sorry. She laughed, and they headed to the stall.

The atmosphere of the stall wasaromatic, and the method of preparation was highly inviting. 

The cook first removed a smallearthen pot kept over burnt charcoal inside a clay oven called a tandoor. Then he poured hot tea into thesmoky earthen pot and served the blend to the customers.

Vihaan enjoyed every sip of thesmoky-flavoured drink while the black coffee contented Anica.

The small break refreshed thecouple, and they proceeded toward their car.

‘Oh, I think I left my purse on thetable,’ she said, returning to the stall. A fast-moving truck was about tostrike Anica when Vihaan sprang up. He pushed Anica off the truck’s track,rolling; she landed several feet away, colliding her head with a large stone.

Vihaan rushed to her, and the crowdassembled around them. Vihaan took her in his arms and proceeded to thehospital.

Heavy internal bleeding deterioratedAnica’s condition, and the doctors kept her under observation. Vihaan had nochoice but to pace up and down the hospital corridor. Finally, after two days,the doctor announced that Anica’s condition was improving, and he was allowedto see her.

The separation of two days seemed toVihaan like two lifetimes, and he kept his hand on Anica’s hand, and tearsdeparted his eyes. Salty drops tickled Anica’s hand, and she slowly opened hereyes. She gave him a slight smile, and he smiled back.

***********

After a week, Vihaan and Anicaarrived in Mumbai. Anica was instructed to rest for a month, so she was awayfrom office-related action. While Vihaan visited the office for a few hours inthe morning, he resumed working from home later.

Their bosses, colleagues, andfriendly neighbours visited their home to wish Anica a speedy recovery. Mansi,too, had come to meet Anica and was relieved to learn about Anica’s favourablerecovery. Vihaan left for the office, leaving the two friends chatting.

‘Unbelievable. You are stillthinking about the house! Focus on your recovery,’ suggested Mansi as sheleisurely sat on the bed.

‘I must buy it. For Vihaan, for us,’she blushed, ‘for marriage.’

 ‘Really! Congratulations,’ Mansihugged her friend.

Anica requested that Mansi quicklygo to the local market and buy some things for her. Mansi was more than happyto help Anica.

Hours later, when Vihaan returned,he was surprised to see Anica in a green sequin cocktail dress.

She looked gorgeous as the bodycondress hugged her perfect figure. Her face dazzled just like glitter on herdress. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and her heavily kohled eyes gave herthe aura of a temptress.

Vihaan was mesmerised by the sight,and he slowly walked to her.

Anica went down on one knee andblushed, holding a ring; she asked, ‘Will you marry me, Vihaan Upreti?’

Vihaan stared at her in disbeliefand curled his lip, ‘Is this some kind of a joke.’

‘No, Vihaan!’ Anica stood up, keptthe ring on the table, and placed her head on his chest, ‘I can never joke withyou about us.’

He grabbed her by her arms andyelled, ‘Then what is this? We decided marriage is not our thing. We decidedour career and companionship will define us,’ he paused and then added,‘Remember.’

Anica was now in tears and said,‘But that was three years ago. Things change, people change.’

‘But I will not change, Anica! Myanswer is NO,’ he looked into her eyes, stating the finality of his decision.

 Anica sobbed, breathing heavily, asshe untied her hair and threw the pins on the floor.

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Chapter 1 - Love Is In The Air

The morning light emerged from the skyline. Anica was ready to pay her respects to the rising sun. Her head was slightly bowed down, and her palms joined. She calmly drew her breath in as she raised her arms. A few more poses followed, and meticulously, she finished her one round of Surya Namaskar.

 

Twenty more to go, she thought.

She allowed herself to rest for a few seconds and then nimbly resumed her task on the Yoga mat. She believed her morning Yoga routine recharged her for the day, and she barely missed it. She lay down on her back. Her legs and arms were slightly stretched apart, and her eyes were closed. Her mind was about to surrender to the peace the aasana had to offer when she heard something atrocious. 

Vihaan was already out of bed, and loud music was playing in the bedroom. Anica stormed inside the room to turn off the music system, but Vihaan embraced her and started dancing. He twirled Anica around, thus preventing her from reaching the music system. Vihaan knew Anica was not a music fan, let alone the loud music. Dancing, he held Anica tight while she kept her hands on her ears. A thought occurred to Vihaan, and his dance moves stopped abruptly. Vihaan dropped Anica onto the floor and rushed out of the room, yelling, ‘Sorry, Anica! I must save milk.’ Anica rubbed her lower back and stood up. She smiled as Vihaan’s funny dance moves flashed before her eyes and turned off the music.

His name was carved on Anica’s heart with indelible ink. She loved everything about him. Her life was all about him. The most endearing quality of Vihaan was that he was everything her father was not - caring, considerate, and compassionate. She wished her mother was as lucky as she was in love matters. 

‘Breakfast is served, my love,’ Vihaan announced when Anica joined him at the dining table after a quick shower.

He had cooked for her a delicious breakfast of egg sandwiches and coffee. 

‘Delicious!’ she said, relishing a bite. She could not resist her smile, imagining her father’s repulsive face when he would see men like Vihaan exist. Some men, like Vihaan, treat women as equals, not enslave them. Some men, like Vihaan, share the responsibility of doing household chores. For them, marriage is not the battle of the sexes but the paradise of companionship. She gave a proud look at Vihaan. 

‘Handsome, rich, and a good cook. I am the whole package. Do you agree?’ Vihaan mischievously ran a finger on Anica’s cheek.

‘What’s for tiffin?’ Anica said, ignoring his attempt to get intimate.

‘Check it on your own,’ said Vihaan, frowning. He got up from his chair and went to their bedroom.

Anica grinned and bellowed after him, ‘Do not take an hour for the shower. We will get late for office.’ 

She received a reply in the form of a bang at the bathroom door. Anica and Vihaan never missed an opportunity to tease each other. Anica cleared the dining table and started packing their lunch boxes. Vihaan had cooked pulav for lunch. Pulav is a wholesome meal prepared from rice and vegetables.

Three years ago, Vihaan and Anica first met as co-workers. Soon, their interactions blossomed into an office romance, from office romance into meaningful fondness and mutual respect. The last two years have been heavenly for Anica and Vihaan when they decided to move in together. Anica and Vihaan were not keen on getting married and wanted to concentrate on their careers. But they also wanted to give each other time. So, a live-in arrangement was the best solution. They were loving each moment of it. 

Anica was engrossed in her thoughts. Blissfully unaware of the presence of the malicious figure that was tip-toeing towards her. The figure grabbed her by the throat from behind. As a reflex response, struggling, Anica’s hand reached for the figure’s hands. But she did not fight back, assuming it was Vihaan’s harmless prank. Suddenly, the grip tightened, and she struggled to let herself loose, tumbling a few utensils on the kitchen’s platform. 

‘Are you okay, Anica?’ Vihaan shouted from the bedroom. 

Vihaan’s distant voice sent a shiver through her body. She realized this was no prank. She tried to free herself and look at the figure. As she struggled, a few more utensils dropped. 

‘Listen to me, Anica,’ the figure hissed inside Anica’s ear. Their warm breath made Anica flinch. 

Alarmed, Vihaan rushed to the kitchen and saw the unexpected. A figure in a black outfit and face mask was strangling Anica to death. The figure threw Anica on Vihaan and rushed out of the house.

Anica held Vihaan tightly, and her whole body was trembling with fear. Vihaan wanted to chase the figure, but Anica’s condition restrained him from doing so. After a while, he gave Anica a glass of water. Anica gathered herself before talking about the terrifying experience.

‘I thought it was you! Your prank!’ cried Anica.

‘But how did the attacker get in,’ said Vihaan, staring at the open door.

‘Oh, I think I left it open when I collected the newspaper,’ Anica sheepishly admitted her mistake.

Carelessly living in her dream world was something about Anica that Vihaan never appreciated. But he did not want Anica to feel miserable and did not pursue the topic.

‘Must be a thief. I will complain to the building’s society. Anyway, forget about all this. Let us go to the office,’ he rose from the sofa and gave his hand to Anica.

Lost in her thoughts, Anica cried, ‘He knew my name.’ 

‘Because I took your name, remember?’ Vihaan tried to calm her down.

Anica furiously rubbed her temple and yelled, ‘He tried to kill me, Vihaan.’

Vihaan knew Anica was not the kind who exaggerates. He glanced anxiously around the disarranged kitchen and said, ‘Let us go to the police station. We should not take any chance.’

They stopped at the police station en route to their office. Soon, the couple forgot about their eventful morning, and office work occupied their mind. It was probably the generosity of Mumbai’s busy city life - no time to ponder. 

Office hours were over, and now it was dinner time. Usually, the couple would bring Chinese food from a nearby food joint or dine at one of the local restaurants. Tonight, they bought a Chinese takeaway. 

‘Though we have sorted our breakfast and lunch. Thanks to you. Let us hire a cook for dinner,’ said Anica as they entered the lift, and she pushed a particular button.

‘I guess you are right,’ agreed Vihaan; raising the takeaway food parcel in his hand, he continued, ‘This food is unhealthy, and we are not getting any younger.’ 

They stepped out of the lift, and an excited voice greeted Vihaan, ‘Hey, Vihaan!’

Vihaan was surprised to see his neighbor, Mr. Rao. 

‘Hello, Rao Uncle. Back home from the USA!’ Vihaan hugged him. 

‘Yeah! Almost after three years,’ he replied.

Vihaan introduced Rao and Anica to each other. He invited Rao over to dinner. Rao, who had no other plans, accepted it. They reached Vihaan’s apartment.

‘How is your work going?’ asked Rao.

‘Going on. It is the same odd Sales stuff. Pitch and close the deal and then move to the next client,’ Vihaan said dryly.

‘And earn a fat commission,’ Rao grinned.

With that, they clinked their rum glasses.

‘Actually, I am in India to sell my house,’ Rao shared grimly, ‘my children want me to relocate to the US permanently.’

‘Oh! I feel... I mean... you do not sound happy!’ Vihaan placed his hand on Rao’s shoulder.

‘Mixed feelings. I love my life in the US. But this is the house my children grew up in,’ he paused momentarily and continued, ‘you know it is okay. I am happy since my children and wife are happy,’ Rao replied.

Vihaan shook his head, ‘Wish I could buy your house. But I am already paying EMIs for this one. I am not ready financially.’

Anica entered with a crockery set in her hand, and the conversation drifted to comparisons between the US and India - about life, weather, and culture.

***********

Vihaan’s excitement to check out Mr. Rao’s house the following morning amused Anica.

‘Come on; it is just the house next door. How different can it be?’ Anica rolled her eyes.

‘Then wait to be amazed. It has…,’ Vihaan stopped midway and said, ‘No, it would be better to see it on your own. So, no spoilers.’

He rang the doorbell, and Rao took them in. The house was modestly done, but nature’s blessing made it look grand. With ample sunlight, the living room offered a sea view. Vihaan held Anica’s hand, and they walked closer to the balcony. Breezy air and breathtaking view. Anica now recognized Vihaan’s excitement. 

They spoke with Rao briefly and then headed to the office in their car.

‘So, what’s your verdict about the house next door,’ Vihaan knew Anica’s reply but wanted to hear from her. Vihaan was at the wheel.

‘It’s awesome,’ Anica grinned. Then she asked, ‘Why doesn’t our house have a sea view?’

‘Because our house faces opposite Rao's uncle’s house,’ he replied. Anica noticed Vihaan’s twisted face; it looked like he was doing a mental calculation. 

She placed her hand on Vihaan’s shoulder, ‘It will be too much of a financial burden for you. Just forget it.’

Vihaan knew Anica was right. His car halted at its intended destination, unlike his dream.

Soon, the day’s work made him forget about his conversation with Rao.

***********

The weekend was here. Anica and Vihaan were in Lonavala, a picturesque hill station, to attend a wedding ceremony. 

‘It is your friend’s wedding. I do not want to come,’ Vihaan decided to stay in the hotel room and skip the reception ceremony. 

‘That is good! Do not come!’ Anica said, adjusting the dupatta of her lehenga. 

Her phone rang, and a big smile flashed across her face, ‘Hey, Mansi! Where are you?’ a pause ensued, and then she said, ‘Okay, see you in five minutes.’ She disconnected the call and picked up her purse.

‘Mansi is here. Who needs Vihaan now?’ Vihaan complained.

Anica kissed him on the cheeks, said, ‘You are right,’ and hastily left the room. 

Dancing, eating, clicking pictures, and catching up with old friends were the order of the occasion, but not necessarily in that order.

Exhausted, Anica and Mansi sat in one corner.

‘So, when are you getting married?’ Mansi wanted to know.

‘We are happy the way we are,’ Anica sipped her drink.

‘But one day, you have to get married, so why delay it,’ Mansi argued.

‘Forget all this. I must share something. I am planning to buy a house,’ Anica beamed.

‘That is great news. I am proud of you,’ Mansi patted Anica’s shoulder.

‘Kind of unplanned thing. Our neighbor is selling his flat. Vihaan loves that house and wants to buy it. But he has already taken a home loan for the house we currently live in,’ said Anica. 

Mansi interrupted her, ‘Let me guess. He figured simultaneously paying off two EMIs is not wise. So, you are buying it.’

‘Yes,’ Anica looked at her friend with admiration and added, ‘but it is a surprise for Vihaan. So, you must help me with the paperwork.’

‘Always at your service, madam,’ she bowed. 

‘Thank you so much,’ she said, and then, with a dream in her eyes, she continued, ‘It will make a big house for us.’

‘You are a mad girl, Anica! You are planning a future with him, yet you say marriage is not on the cards,’ Mansi chuckled. A group of friends asked girls to join them for a selfie.

While Mansi ran to them, Anica stayed back, reflecting on Mansi’s words about marriage. Then, a glimpse set her heart racing. 

Is that Vihaan?

Her gaze followed the glimpse through swirling guests. Moments later, it became clear, and she spotted him approaching her. He smiled at her, turning her cheeks pink.

‘I am not here for you. I am here for food,’ Vihaan giggled. 

Elated by Vihaan’s presence, she held his hand and called Mansi.

‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ said Mansi, who already knew Vihaan was happy to see him.

Girls introduced him to their other friends. 

The night became even more memorable for Anica. For Anica, spending quality time with Vihaan was never enough. However, the thought of marriage did not elude her, and her mind kept racing back to Mansi’s words.

***********

The following morning, Vihaan and Anica lazily spent their time in bed - cuddling each other and making love until their check-out time. Before hitting the road, lovers ate heartily at the hotel’s restaurant. It was a long four to five hours drive to their residence. 

Evening Sun was fully spreading its orangish charm, making Vihaan crave tea and fritter. Anica scanned the road through the window, passionately doing the task at her hand.

‘Did you spot Tandori Chai's stall, madam?’ he asked in a tone that almost doubted her sincerity.

‘No, sir!’ she said and rolled her eyes. 

Vihaan stared at her and said, ‘Why are you not using Google Maps, my love.’

Ignoring his question, she pressed the button to roll down the window and asked a passer-by, ‘Sir, where can we get Tandori Chai?’ 

He scratched his head briefly, making Anica regret her decision. Vihaan, too, was waiting with bated breath.

The passer-by grinned and said, ‘There is one stall only two kilometers from here.’ 

Vihaan started the car, and Anica waved thank you to the man.

Vihaan kissed Anica’s cheeks when they reached the stall, ‘Good job, my princess.’ 

Anica pushed him away. Vihaan caught his ears and mouthed sorry. She laughed, and they headed to the stall.

The atmosphere of the stall was aromatic, and the method of preparation was highly inviting.  

The cook first removed a small earthen pot kept over burnt charcoal inside a clay oven called a tandoor. Then he poured hot tea into the smoky earthen pot and served the blend to the customers. 

Vihaan enjoyed every sip of the smoky-flavored drink while the black coffee contented Anica.

The small break refreshed the couple, and they proceeded toward their car. 

‘Oh, I think I left my purse on the table,’ she said, returning to the stall. A fast-moving truck was about to strike Anica when Vihaan sprang up. He pushed Anica off the truck’s track, rolling; she landed several feet away, colliding her head with a large stone.

Vihaan rushed to her, and the crowd assembled around them. He took her in her arms and proceeded to the hospital.

Heavy internal bleeding deteriorated her condition, and the doctors kept Anica under observation. Vihaan had no choice but to pace up and down the hospital corridor. Finally, after two days, the doctor announced that Anica’s condition was improving, and he was allowed to see her.

The separation of two days seemed to Vihaan like two lifetimes, and he kept his hand on Anica’s hand, and tears departed his eyes. Salty drops tickled Anica’s hand, and she slowly opened her eyes. She gave him a slight smile, and he smiled back. 

***********

After a week, Vihaan and Anica arrived in Mumbai. Anica was instructed to rest for a month, so she was away from office-related action. While Vihaan visited the office for a few hours in the morning, he resumed working from home later. 

Their bosses, colleagues, and friendly neighbors visited their home to wish Anica a speedy recovery. Mansi, too, visited them and was relieved to learn about Anica’s favorable recovery. Vihaan left for the office, leaving the two friends chatting.

‘Unbelievable. You are still thinking about the house! Focus on your recovery,’ suggested Mansi as she leisurely sat on the bed. 

‘I must buy it. For Vihaan, for us,’ she blushed, ‘for marriage.’

‘Really! Congratulations,’ Mansi hugged her friend.

Anica requested that Mansi quickly go to the local market and buy some things for her. Mansi was more than happy to help Anica.

Hours later, when Vihaan returned, he was surprised to see Anica in a green sequin cocktail dress. 

She looked gorgeous as the bodycon dress hugged her perfect figure. Her face dazzled just like glitter on her dress. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and her heavily kohled eyes gave her the aura of a temptress. 

Vihaan was mesmerized by the sight, and he slowly walked to her. 

Anica went down on one knee and blushed, holding a ring; she asked, ‘Will you marry me, Vihaan Upreti?’ 

Vihaan stared at her in disbelief and curled his lip, ‘Is this some kind of a joke.’

‘No, Vihaan!’ Anica stood up, kept the ring on the table, and placed her head on his chest, ‘I can never joke with you about us.’

He grabbed her by her arms and yelled, ‘Then what is this? We decided marriage is not our thing. We decided our career and companionship will define us,’ he paused and then added, ‘Remember.’

Anica was now in tears and said, ‘But that was three years ago. Things change, people change.’

‘But I will not change, Anica! My answer is NO,’ he looked into her eyes, stating the finality of his decision.

Anica sobbed, breathing heavily, as she untied her hair and threw the pins on the floor.

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Chapter One – Happily Ever After

It was that time of year again—celebrations were in the air. Tanvi and Raj were on vacation andplanned to usher in their eighth anniversary.

Raj had surprised Tanvi bygifting her a one-week stay at a five-star hotel, The Majestic Hills, nestledamidst the mountains of Mahabaleshwar. Thus whisking her off to a perfectescape from the chaos of daily life. They spent their whole week indulging inthe spectacular panoramic views of lush greenery and stunning waterfalls.They revelled in the getaway, away from erratic phone calls, unforgivingdeadlines, and endless work hours.

'Today, we are celebratingour eighth, and, in a flash, we would be on our ninth,' a thought occurred toTanvi. Enclosed in Raj's embrace, she smiled. They were at the famous SunsetPoint, watching the Sun captivate everyone in its glory.

'Ninth! I wish to be withyou till infinity!' beamed Raj. He had held her from behind. He set loose hisgrip.

‘Oo la la, that soundslike a —' Tanvi broke off as she turned around to face him. Indeed, the momentshe was waiting for was here.

Finally! He is proposing to me!

Raj had gotten down on hisone knee, holding a diamond ring; he asked, 'Will you marry me?'

All Tanvi managed to dowas nod in affirmation; words deserted her mouth. Raj slipped the diamond ringinto her finger. She looked at it like it was an elusive dream. Raj held herhands tightly, and Tanvi looked at him with moist eyes.

Her tears refused to stopuntil Raj said, 'By the way, this diamond ring is not real.'

She smiled and mockpunched him, ‘But my love is real.’

They spent the next fewminutes cuddling each other.

‘Our relationship has beenthrough tough times,’ Tanvi glanced at her ring. Raj sighed and firmly clutchedher hand as if to assure his presence by her side forever.

An hour later, Tanvirushed into her hotel room. Unable to contain her joy and eager to share thenews, she quickly took a shower and wore a satin nightgown. She clicked severalphotos of her hand adorned with a flashy, enormous ring. She sent all thepictures to her best friend, Neha, in Mumbai. As soon as she sent them, Neharang her up. Tanvi immediately picked up her mobile phone.

'It's finally happening,Neha!' cried Tanvi.

'Wow! I am so happy foryou. Where is Raj? I want to speak with him too,' said Neha.

‘Our Mr Ambitiousaccidentally met a CEO of a big pharma company at the hotel’s reception area,and now he won’t rest until he converts the lead into a sale,’ said Tanvi,rolling her eyes.

‘Typical him,’ Neha felttickled, and both friends laughed.

'Raj is here,' Tanvibeamed, seeing Raj enter the room.

‘Let's do a video call,’Tanvi wanted to see her friends.

'Good idea,' Neha was morethan happy to catch up on a video call. Neha's husband, Adi, and Raj werefriends too.

In an instant, fourfriends were talking, laughing, and planning the wedding function.

'What about Ganga Tai? Howhas she reacted to this development?' asked Neha. With the mention of GangaTai, the fun session was not fun anymore. The silence made it evident thatTanvi didn’t inform her.

'I want to give her thegood news when we return home,' said Tanvi.

‘But don’t start it with -I have good news — otherwise, she will think you are pregnant,’ Neha giggled.Then, her friends joined her too.

'Anyway, we are comingback the day after tomorrow!' Raj said, animating a teary face. The painful thoughtof resuming office after a blissful holiday resonated with all.

They wished each othergoodnight.

Later in bed, Tanvi askedRaj, 'Do you think Ganga Tai would be happy for us?'

'She has no choice! It'sour life! Let's not discuss her now,' Raj's refusal made it hard for Tanvi tocarry on with the discussion about Ganga Tai.

'Be by my side! That's allI want from you,' Raj said and closed his eyes.

Tanvi rested her head onhis shoulder and placed her hand on his chest. She stared at her ring, and asmile appeared on her face. She, too, closed her eyes and glimpses of herparents appeared momentarily. Her parents looked happy. But then, the epiphanymade her open her eyes, and profound happiness struck her. Her parents blessedher decision, which mattered most to her. Only if she knew tomorrow wouldquestion her decision.

Ganga Tai was in Konkan,Maharashtra. For her, visiting Konkan at least twice a year was a custom. Herailing mother, Ujjwala Tai, needed her more than ever. So, whenever Tanvi was outof the city, she would quickly plan a trip to Konkan. Ganga Tai looked at hermother, who was fast asleep. She smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. Shethen arranged a mat on the floor and slept on it. Rays of light pierced throughthe window and made it easier for Ganga to see her mother even in the room'sdarkness. She gazed lovingly at her mother. Even at the age of seventy-two, shewas quite pretty.

Ageless beauty! Tanviwould call her even though they hadn't met each other.

Ujjwala would send Konkanspecialities for Tanvi – cashew nuts, jackfruit chips, and kokum syrup. Ganga reminisced when Tanvi would eagerly unpack herbags to relish the delicacies. She smiled, thinking about Tanvi. She checkedher mobile phone. A notification message of seven photos from Tanvi appeared onthe screen. She clicked to open them. She was glad to see pictures of Tanvisans Raj. She was still not comfortable with texting and usually settled foremojis. So, she sent her a smiley emoji. She kept her mobile by her side andclosed her eyes to rest. Innocent Ganga missed the ring and what it meant forTanvi. Ganga didn't know it was a special peaceful night she was about to missonce she returned to Mumbai.

Neha and Adi had justfinished the show they put up of being a perfect couple. Adi's parents hadcalled them. They had chatted on a video call like everything was fine betweenthem. Neha had reminded Adi about his medicine, and Adi had given her apullover sweater. Once the call was over, it was time for grim actualities.They both headed to their separate rooms.

Somewhere in Mumbai, thenight was perfect for Soma Kothari. Soma's dinner awaited her in the diningarea of her lavish sea-facing bungalow. At Soma's behest, her cook, Soni, hadmade sandwiches and coffee. She ate her food quietly while reading a novel. Itwas a suspense thriller, and murder was about to happen. She drew her breath,wondering — how many more pages to go until the murder. After a while, sheseated herself on the sofa. The book was still keeping her company. Later, shesprawled on the rocking chair, her eyes intently absorbing every word as sheturned over the pages. Had she known this night was one of the rarest, bearingincredible peace in its air? She would have chosen to fall asleep in thenight's arms.

Tick-tock!

She shot a lazy glance atthe wall clock that was persistently ticking away. Then she brought her gazestraight down to her son’s photo. She and her husband Deven had lovingly namedhim Neil Kothari. She smiled and kept the book aside.

His photo reminded her ofa life-changing day. Ten years ago, when her father-in-law took her only sonNeil away. Since then, Neil has been staying in the US. Poor Soma had to takethe hard decision of meeting him only once a year in the US during hisvacation. She didn’t want Neil to know about his parents' estrangedrelationship. 

In the last ten years,Soma took up a career as an actress instead of crying for her son. She featuredin many Television commercials and series. Her acting stint made her almostfamous in certain parts of India. She particularly enjoyed her celeb status andbeing in the spotlight within her social circle. She also loved getting pamperedto give away upcoming twists of the serial or gossip about her co-actors. Butwhat mattered to her the most was her financial independence — freedom frombeing dependent on her good-for-nothing husband, Deven Kothari.

She remembered thoseeventful years that led her to where she stood today. Finally, she closed hereyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

******

Two days later, a car cameto a screeching halt at the enclosure of a standalone high-rise tower calledSunshine Heights. Tanvi stepped out of the vehicle, and Raj drove it to theparking area. Tanvi made her way to the lobby. After a few minutes, Raj joinedher with a luggage bag. They entered the lift cabin and elevated themselves toNeha's apartment on the seventh floor. Neha answered the door on hearing thedoorbell. She wasn't surprised to see Raj and Tanvi but couldn't contain herexcitement. Both girls awkwardly embraced each other; Tanvi barely reachedNeha’s elbow.

Adi, too, joined his wifeand friends. Neha had cooked a special meal to celebrate her best friend’supcoming wedding.

'Guess what am I servingfor lunch?' asked Neha.

'Chicken Biryani,' said Tanvi sniffing the steamfrom the kitchen.

'Yes, your favourite,'beamed Adi.

'Now, I am starving evenmore. So, let's eat,' said Raj.

‘You guys carry on. I needto freshen up,’ said Tanvi apologetically, knowing she was delaying lunch.

‘Oh no!’ Adi and Rajscreamed together in disappointment. Tanvi gave a tight-lipped smile, quicklyheld her luggage bag, and walked out of the apartment, leaving othersdisappointed. She took the lift to the tenth floor and unlocked the door with akey she produced from her handbag. She entered the dark living room and turnedON the lights. As the room shone, she threw a loving glance around it.

There’s no place like home.

She walked across theliving room to the hallway with two doors on both sides. The firstcased-opening on the right led to the kitchen and the next door to Ganga Tai’sbedroom. On the left side, the first door showed the way to Tanvi’s parents'bedroom, now occupied by Raj. The next door on the left was Tanvi’s room – thebiggest one with a balcony and private washroom. Owning a 1200 Square-Feetapartment was quite a luxurious deal for anyone living in Mumbai. But forTanvi, it was her parents’ blessing. She walked across the room to her parents’photos on the wall adorned with sandalwood garland. She folded her hands andbowed her head, eyes closed.

‘I miss you both, maa andpapa!’ she said, opening her moist eyes.

Then she tossed herself onthe bed and smiled, thinking about the wedding ceremony. Raj could finallyshift into her room.

Hiss hiss!

The whistling sound of thepressure cooker jolted her back from her thoughts. Faces of hungry Neha, Rajand Adi flashed before her eyes. She grinned and quickly showered. She wore apink top and jeans. After a while, she reached Neha’s apartment. Adi and Rajwere eating while Neha awaited Tanvi.

‘Finally, she is here!’announced Neha, holding her stomach.

‘I hope we have food leftfor us,’ said Tanvi, looking at Raj and Adi, their mouths full of Biryani.

Raj gestured for Tanvi tosit, and Adi was too busy to look up from his plate.

Girls looked at each otherand cracked up.

Following a hearty meal,they decided to relax in Tanvi’s home.

******

Neha tore the gift wrapand opened the box with a bottle of wine tucked inside. It was a premium blendof Strawberry Wine from Kingberry Winery in Mahabaleshwar.

Adi’s eyes lighted up ashe held the bottle, ‘Let the celebrations begin.’

‘Wait! Don’t open thisone. This is for you guys,’ clarified Raj.

‘Yeah, we have got anextra bottle for our celebration’, said Tanvi and went to her bedroom. Adi andRaj were lounging on the sofa. At the same time, Neha was busy browsing throughTanvi’s shopping. After a while, Tanvi reappeared with a wine bottle.

‘Here we go,’ she said,giving it to Neha.

‘Duh,’ said Neha sipping fromher imaginary glass to remind Tanvi that she had forgotten to get wine glasses.

Tanvi sheepishly smiledand swiftly moved to the kitchen. A flash of light emerging from the livingroom partly illuminated the kitchen. It was a nicely done modular-designkitchen. Orange cabinets, quartz countertops, and granite backsplash made itlook more spacious than it was. However, the window on the other side of thekitchen was locked. Thus, making it impossible for anyone to see the compactwooden pedestal table with two chairs placed beneath the window. Tanvi didn’tswitch ON the lights as she was aware of her kitchen arrangements. Instead, shereached into a skirting drawer and removed four wine glasses. She rinsed themwith water and placed them on a tray. She could hear chatter from the livingroom. Holding the tray, she swept a causal glance at her kitchen. Somethingcaught her attention – a hand outstretched on the armrest of one of thebeige-coloured chairs to go with the wooden pedestal table. She stared at itfor a while, and then the tray in her hands crushed into smithereens. Sheshrugged violently to gather her voice which choked momentarily. Then came outa scream! Aaaaa! She stumbled backwards on the floor.

Neha, Raj, and Adi ran toher. Raj made Tanvi sit up.

‘It must be a lizard,’grinned Neha. For Neha, it was an amusing moment, and Raj couldn’t agree more.They had seen her outburst at the sight of the lizard before. However, theyrubbed Tanvi’s hands to comfort her as she was shivering furiously. Adi staredat the broken glasses. When Raj asked Tanvi to tell him what happened, all shecould manage to do was to lift her hand in the direction of the chair. Raj andNeha followed their gaze to her hand’s path, and there it was - a lifeless arm,placed on the chair’s armrest, bruised wrist. That’s all they managed to seethrough the dark. Neha, who was sitting on her toes, lost her balance. She letout a slight scream, ‘Eeeek.’

Baffled, Adi ran to heraid.

‘Look there,’ Raj said toAdi.

‘Augh,’ Adi clung toNeha's arm.

Together they stood up,snugging each other for support. Then, silently they walked towards the chair –not to alarm the scary figure.

Suddenly the madness wasall lost in the silence of the kitchen. They surrounded the table, revealing anold man lying unconscious on the chair. Neha switched ON the light to confirmwhat she had just seen.

Adi lifted a beer bottleon the table and said, ‘I guess he is drunk’. He grabbed the table and pulledit aside, allowing them to stand closer to the old guy.

Raj threw his hands up inthe air and questioned, ‘But how did he get in?’

Realising their guesseswould be as good as his, he cupped his hand around the old man’s jawline andshook him to come to his senses. On receiving no response, he grabbed him byhis t-shirt’s collar and swayed him. The old man looked like someone in his fifties.He was tall but very lean. When Raj’s effort couldn’t wake him up, he threw himback on the chair like a lifeless doll. Neha grabbed the man’s hand and checkedhis pulse.

‘I think he is dead,’ saidNeha.

Raj placed his indexfinger and middle finger on the old man’s wrist. He, too, couldn’t feel thepulse racing. Raj repeated the act one more time and finally said, ‘Neha isright. He is dead. But who is this man?’

Adi searched the old man’sclothes and declared, ‘No wallet! No mobile!’

‘Let me try one more test.Tanvi, give me an onion,’ said Neha.

Tanvi couldn’t utter aword. She kept staring at the dead body. Sweat droplets were visible on herwhitewashed face like no blood was left within her. Her palms were cold as ifshe, too, was dead. Except her heart was thumping loudly.

Neha waited for herresponse, and then she ran around the kitchen, checking the possible cabinet for aknife and an onion. Adi and Raj assisted her by searching the cabinets, andthey found it. Finally, she peeled the onion and cut it in half. She thenswayed it around the old man’s nostrils. They waited patiently, expecting it tojolt the old man back to his senses.

‘Nah! Not working,’ saidRaj.

‘I think we should callthe police,’ suggested Adi.

‘And what do we tell them?We found this dead body waiting for us in our kitchen when we returned from ourtrip. And we don’t even know him,’ said Tanvi as if coming out of a hypnoticspell.

When Tanvi put thesituation in words, Raj, Adi, and Neha speechlessly gaped at each other.

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The Unexpected Trail | Murder In The Building | Sample Chapter

 

Chapter One – Happily Ever After

It was that time of the year again. The celebration was in the air. Tanvi and Raj were on vacation and planned to usher in their eighth anniversary.

Raj had surprised Tanvi by gifting her a one-week stay at a five-star hotel, The Majestic Hills, nestled amidst the mountains of Mahabaleshwar. Thus, whisking her off to a perfect escape from the chaos of daily life. They spent their whole week indulging in the spectacular panoramic views of lush greenery and stunning waterfalls. They revelled in the getaway, away from erratic phone calls, unforgiving deadlines, and endless work hours.

'Today, we are celebrating our eighth, and, in a flash, we would be on our ninth,' a thought occurred to Tanvi. Enclosed in Raj's embrace, she smiled. They were at the famous Sunset Point, watching the Sun captivate everyone in its glory.

'Ninth! I wish to be with you till infinity!' beamed Raj. He had held her from behind. He set loose his grip.

‘Oo la la, that sounds like a —' Tanvi broke off as she turned around to face him. Indeed, the moment she was waiting for was here.

Finally! He is proposing to me!

Raj had gotten down on his one knee, holding a diamond ring; he asked, 'Will you marry me?'

All Tanvi managed to do was nod in affirmation; words deserted her mouth. Raj slipped the diamond ring into her finger. She looked at it like it was an elusive dream. Raj held her hands tightly, and Tanvi looked at him with moist eyes.

Her tears refused to stop until Raj said, 'By the way, this diamond ring is not real.'

She smiled and mock punched him, ‘But my love is real.’

They spent the next few minutes cuddling each other.

‘Our relationship has been through tough times,’ Tanvi glanced at her ring. Raj sighed and firmly clutched her hand as if to assure his presence by her side forever.

An hour later, Tanvi rushed into her hotel room. Unable to contain her joy and eager to share the news, she quickly took a shower and wore a satin nightgown. She clicked several photos of her hand adorned with a flashy, enormous ring. She sent all the pictures to her best friend, Neha, in Mumbai. As soon as she sent them, Neha rang her up. Tanvi immediately picked up her mobile phone.

'It's finally happening, Neha!' cried Tanvi.

'Wow! I am so happy for you. Where is Raj? I want to speak with him too,' said Neha.

‘Our Mr Ambitious accidentally met a CEO of a big pharma company at the hotel’s reception area, and now he won’t rest until he converts the lead into a sale,’ said Tanvi, rolling her eyes.

‘Typical him,’ Neha felt tickled, and both friends laughed.

'Raj is here,' Tanvi beamed, seeing Raj enter the room.

‘Let's do a video call,’ Tanvi wanted to see her friends.

'Good idea,' Neha was more than happy to catch up on a video call. Neha's husband, Adi, and Raj were friends too.

In an instant, four friends were talking, laughing, and planning the wedding function.

'What about Ganga Tai? How has she reacted to this development?' asked Neha. With the mention of Ganga Tai, the fun session was not fun anymore. The silence made it evident that Tanvi didn’t inform her.

'I want to give her the good news when we return home,' said Tanvi.

‘But don’t start it with - I have good news — otherwise, she will think you are pregnant,’ Neha giggled. Then, her friends joined her too.

'Anyway, we are coming back the day after tomorrow!' Raj said, animating a teary face. The painful thought of resuming office after a blissful holiday resonated with all.

They wished each other goodnight.

Later in bed, Tanvi asked Raj, 'Do you think Ganga Tai would be happy for us?'

'She has no choice! It's our life! Let's not discuss her now,' Raj's refusal made it hard for Tanvi to carry on with the discussion about Ganga Tai.

'Be by my side! That's all I want from you,' Raj said and closed his eyes.

Tanvi rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest. She stared at her ring, and a smile appeared on her face. She, too, closed her eyes and glimpses of her parents appeared momentarily. Her parents looked happy. But then, the epiphany made her open her eyes, and profound happiness struck her. Her parents blessed her decision, which mattered most to her. Only if she knew tomorrow would question her decision.

Ganga Tai was in Konkan, Maharashtra. For her, visiting Konkan at least twice a year was a custom. Her ailing mother, Ujjwala Tai, needed her more than ever. So, whenever Tanvi was out of the city, she would quickly plan a trip to Konkan. Ganga Tai looked at her mother, who was fast asleep. She smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. She then arranged a mat on the floor and slept on it. Rays of light pierced through the window and made it easier for Ganga to see her mother even in the room's darkness. She gazed lovingly at her mother. Even at the age of seventy-two, she was quite pretty.

Ageless beauty! Tanvi would call her even though they hadn't met each other.

Ujjwala would send Konkan specialities for Tanvi – cashew nuts, jackfruit chips, and kokum syrup. Ganga reminisced when Tanvi would eagerly unpack her bags to relish the delicacies. She smiled, thinking about Tanvi. She checked her mobile phone. A notification message of seven photos from Tanvi appeared on the screen. She clicked to open them. She was glad to see pictures of Tanvi sans Raj. She was still not comfortable with texting and usually settled for emojis. So, she sent her a smiley emoji. She kept her mobile by her side and closed her eyes to rest. Innocent Ganga missed the ring and what it meant for Tanvi. Ganga didn't know it was a special peaceful night she was about to miss once she returned to Mumbai.

Neha and Adi had just finished the show they put up of being a perfect couple. Adi's parents had called them. They had chatted on a video call like everything was fine between them. Neha had reminded Adi about his medicine, and Adi had given her a pullover sweater. Once the call was over, it was time for grim actualities. They both headed to their separate rooms.

Somewhere in Mumbai, the night was perfect for Soma Kothari. Soma's dinner awaited her in the dining area of her lavish sea-facing bungalow. At Soma's behest, her cook, Soni, had made sandwiches and coffee. She ate her food quietly while reading a novel. It was a suspense thriller, and murder was about to happen. She drew her breath, wondering — how many more pages to go until the murder. After a while, she seated herself on the sofa. The book was still keeping her company. Later, she sprawled on the rocking chair, her eyes intently absorbing every word as she turned over the pages. Had she known this night was one of the rarest, bearing incredible peace in its air? She would have chosen to fall asleep in the night's arms.

Tick-tock!

She shot a lazy glance at the wall clock that was persistently ticking away. Then she brought her gaze straight down to her son’s photo. She and her husband Deven had lovingly named him Neil Kothari. She smiled and kept the book aside.

His photo reminded her of a life-changing day. Ten years ago, when her father-in-law took her only son Neil away. Since then, Neil has been staying in the US. Poor Soma had to take the hard decision of meeting him only once a year in the US during his vacation. She didn’t want Neil to know about his parents' estranged relationship. 

In the last ten years, Soma took up a career as an actress instead of crying for her son. She featured in many Television commercials and series. Her acting stint made her almost famous in certain parts of India. She particularly enjoyed her celeb status and being in the spotlight within her social circle. She also loved getting pampered to give away upcoming twists of the serial or gossip about her co-actors. But what mattered to her the most was her financial independence — freedom from being dependent on her good-for-nothing husband, Deven Kothari.

She remembered those eventful years that led her to where she stood today. Finally, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

******

Two days later, a car came to a screeching halt at the enclosure of a standalone high-rise tower called Sunshine Heights. Tanvi stepped out of the vehicle, and Raj drove it to the parking area. Tanvi made her way to the lobby. After a few minutes, Raj joined her with a luggage bag. They entered the lift cabin and elevated themselves to Neha's apartment on the seventh floor. Neha answered the door on hearing the doorbell. She wasn't surprised to see Raj and Tanvi but couldn't contain her excitement. Both girls awkwardly embraced each other; Tanvi barely reached Neha’s elbow.

Adi, too, joined his wife and friends. Neha had cooked a special meal to celebrate her best friend’s upcoming wedding.

'Guess what am I serving for lunch?' asked Neha.

'Chicken Biryani,' said Tanvi sniffing the steam from the kitchen.

'Yes, your favourite,' beamed Adi.

'Now, I am starving even more. So, let's eat,' said Raj.

‘You guys carry on. I need to freshen up,’ said Tanvi apologetically, knowing she was delaying lunch.

‘Oh no!’ Adi and Raj screamed together in disappointment. Tanvi gave a tight-lipped smile, quickly held her luggage bag, and walked out of the apartment, leaving others disappointed. She took the lift to the tenth floor and unlocked the door with a key she produced from her handbag. She entered the dark living room and turned ON the lights. As the room shone, she threw a loving glance around it.

There’s no place like home.

She walked across the living room to the hallway with two doors on both sides. The first cased-opening on the right led to the kitchen and the next door to Ganga Tai’s bedroom. On the left side, the first door showed the way to Tanvi’s parents' bedroom, now occupied by Raj. The next door on the left was Tanvi’s room – the biggest one with a balcony and private washroom. Owning a 1200 Square-Feet apartment was quite a luxurious deal for anyone living in Mumbai. But for Tanvi, it was her parents’ blessing. She walked across the room to her parents’ photos on the wall adorned with sandalwood garland. She folded her hands and bowed her head, eyes closed.

‘I miss you both, maa and papa!’ she said, opening her moist eyes.

Then she tossed herself on the bed and smiled, thinking about the wedding ceremony. Raj could finally shift into her room.

Hiss hiss!

The whistling sound of the pressure cooker jolted her back from her thoughts. Faces of hungry Neha, Raj and Adi flashed before her eyes. She grinned and quickly showered. She wore a pink top and jeans. After a while, she reached Neha’s apartment. Adi and Raj were eating while Neha awaited Tanvi.

‘Finally, she is here!’ announced Neha, holding her stomach.

‘I hope we have food left for us,’ said Tanvi, looking at Raj and Adi, their mouths full of Biryani.

Raj gestured for Tanvi to sit, and Adi was too busy to look up from his plate.

Girls looked at each other and cracked up.

Following a hearty meal, they decided to relax in Tanvi’s home.

******

Neha tore the gift wrap and opened the box with a bottle of wine tucked inside. It was a premium blend of Strawberry Wine from Kingberry Winery in Mahabaleshwar.

Adi’s eyes lighted up as he held the bottle, ‘Let the celebrations begin.’

‘Wait! Don’t open this one. This is for you guys,’ clarified Raj.

‘Yeah, we have got an extra bottle for our celebration’, said Tanvi and went to her bedroom. Adi and Raj were lounging on the sofa. At the same time, Neha was busy browsing through Tanvi’s shopping. After a while, Tanvi reappeared with a wine bottle.

‘Here we go,’ she said, giving it to Neha.

‘Duh,’ said Neha sipping from her imaginary glass to remind Tanvi that she had forgotten to get wine glasses.

Tanvi sheepishly smiled and swiftly moved to the kitchen. A flash of light emerging from the living room partly illuminated the kitchen. It was a nicely done modular-design kitchen. Orange cabinets, quartz countertops, and granite backsplash made it look more spacious than it was. However, the window on the other side of the kitchen was locked. Thus, making it impossible for anyone to see the compact wooden pedestal table with two chairs placed beneath the window. Tanvi didn’t switch ON the lights as she was aware of her kitchen arrangements. Instead, she reached into a skirting drawer and removed four wine glasses. She rinsed them with water and placed them on a tray. She could hear chatter from the living room. Holding the tray, she swept a causal glance at her kitchen. Something caught her attention – a hand outstretched on the armrest of one of the beige-coloured chairs to go with the wooden pedestal table. She stared at it for a while, and then the tray in her hands crushed into smithereens. She shrugged violently to gather her voice which choked momentarily. Then came out a scream! Aaaaa! She stumbled backwards on the floor.

Neha, Raj, and Adi ran to her. Raj made Tanvi sit up.

‘It must be a lizard,’ grinned Neha. For Neha, it was an amusing moment, and Raj couldn’t agree more. They had seen her outburst at the sight of the lizard before. However, they rubbed Tanvi’s hands to comfort her as she was shivering furiously. Adi stared at the broken glasses. When Raj asked Tanvi to tell him what happened, all she could manage to do was to lift her hand in the direction of the chair. Raj and Neha followed their gaze to her hand’s path, and there it was - a lifeless arm, placed on the chair’s armrest, bruised wrist. That’s all they managed to see through the dark. Neha, who was sitting on her toes, lost her balance. She let out a slight scream, ‘Eeeek.’

Baffled, Adi ran to her aid.

‘Look there,’ Raj said to Adi.

‘Augh,’ Adi clung to Neha's arm.

Together they stood up, snugging each other for support. Then, silently they walked towards the chair – not to alarm the scary figure.

Suddenly the madness was all lost in the silence of the kitchen. They surrounded the table, revealing an old man lying unconscious on the chair. Neha switched ON the light to confirm what she had just seen.

Adi lifted a beer bottle on the table and said, ‘I guess he is drunk’. He grabbed the table and pulled it aside, allowing them to stand closer to the old guy.

Raj threw his hands up in the air and questioned, ‘But how did he get in?’

Realising their guesses would be as good as his, he cupped his hand around the old man’s jawline and shook him to come to his senses. On receiving no response, he grabbed him by his t-shirt’s collar and swayed him. The old man looked like someone in his fifties. He was tall but very lean. When Raj’s effort couldn’t wake him up, he threw him back on the chair like a lifeless doll. Neha grabbed the man’s hand and checked his pulse.

‘I think he is dead,’ said Neha.

Raj placed his index finger and middle finger on the old man’s wrist. He, too, couldn’t feel the pulse racing. Raj repeated the act one more time and finally said, ‘Neha is right. He is dead. But who is this man?’

Adi searched the old man’s clothes and declared, ‘No wallet! No mobile!’

‘Let me try one more test. Tanvi, give me an onion,’ said Neha.

Tanvi couldn’t utter a word. She kept staring at the dead body. Sweat droplets were visible on her whitewashed face like no blood was left within her. Her palms were cold as if she, too, was dead. Except her heart was thumping loud.

Neha waited for her response, then she ran around the kitchen, checking the possible cabinet for a knife and an onion. Adi and Raj assisted her by searching the cabinets, and they found it. Finally, she peeled the onion and cut it in half. She then swayed it around the old man’s nostrils. They waited patiently, expecting it to jolt the old man back to his senses.

‘Nah! Not working,’ said Raj.

‘I think we should call the police,’ suggested Adi.

‘And what do we tell them? We found this dead body waiting for us in our kitchen when we returned from our trip. And we don’t even know him,’ said Tanvi as if coming out of a hypnotic spell.

When Tanvi put the situation in words; Raj, Adi, and Neha speechlessly gaped at each other.

Happy Reading!

Continue reading at https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0BB88QHM5

The Unexpected Trail | Murder In The Building

 

Chapter One – Happily Ever After

It was that time of the year again. The celebration was in the air. Tanvi and Raj were on vacation and planned to usher in their eighth anniversary.

Raj had surprised Tanvi by gifting her a one-week stay at a five-star hotel, The Majestic Hills, nestled amidst the mountains of Mahabaleshwar. Thus, whisking her off to a perfect escape from the chaos of daily life. They spent their whole week indulging in the spectacular panoramic views of lush greenery and stunning waterfalls. They revelled in the getaway, away from erratic phone calls, unforgiving deadlines, and endless work hours.

'Today, we are celebrating our eighth, and, in a flash, we would be on our ninth,' a thought occurred to Tanvi. Enclosed in Raj's embrace, she smiled. They were at the famous Sunset Point, watching the Sun captivate everyone in its glory.

'Ninth! I wish to be with you till infinity!' beamed Raj. He had held her from behind. He set loose his grip.

‘Oo la la, that sounds like a —' Tanvi broke off as she turned around to face him. Indeed, the moment she was waiting for was here.

Finally! He is proposing to me!

Raj had gotten down on his one knee, holding a diamond ring; he asked, 'Will you marry me?'

All Tanvi managed to do was nod in affirmation; words deserted her mouth. Raj slipped the diamond ring into her finger. She looked at it like it was an elusive dream. Raj held her hands tightly, and Tanvi looked at him with moist eyes.

Her tears refused to stop until Raj said, 'By the way, this diamond ring is not real.'

She smiled and mock punched him, ‘But my love is real.’

They spent the next few minutes cuddling each other.

‘Our relationship has been through tough times,’ Tanvi glanced at her ring. Raj sighed and firmly clutched her hand as if to assure his presence by her side forever.

An hour later, Tanvi rushed into her hotel room. Unable to contain her joy and eager to share the news, she quickly took a shower and wore a satin nightgown. She clicked several photos of her hand adorned with a flashy, enormous ring. She sent all the pictures to her best friend, Neha, in Mumbai. As soon as she sent them, Neha rang her up. Tanvi immediately picked up her mobile phone.

'It's finally happening, Neha!' cried Tanvi.

'Wow! I am so happy for you. Where is Raj? I want to speak with him too,' said Neha.

‘Our Mr Ambitious accidentally met a CEO of a big pharma company at the hotel’s reception area, and now he won’t rest until he converts the lead into a sale,’ said Tanvi, rolling her eyes.

‘Typical him,’ Neha felt tickled, and both friends laughed.

'Raj is here,' Tanvi beamed, seeing Raj enter the room.

‘Let's do a video call,’ Tanvi wanted to see her friends.

'Good idea,' Neha was more than happy to catch up on a video call. Neha's husband, Adi, and Raj were friends too.

In an instant, four friends were talking, laughing, and planning the wedding function.

'What about Ganga Tai? How has she reacted to this development?' asked Neha. With the mention of Ganga Tai, the fun session was not fun anymore. The silence made it evident that Tanvi didn’t inform her.

'I want to give her the good news when we return home,' said Tanvi.

‘But don’t start it with - I have good news — otherwise, she will think you are pregnant,’ Neha giggled. Then, her friends joined her too.

'Anyway, we are coming back the day after tomorrow!' Raj said, animating a teary face. The painful thought of resuming office after a blissful holiday resonated with all.

They wished each other goodnight.

Later in bed, Tanvi asked Raj, 'Do you think Ganga Tai would be happy for us?'

'She has no choice! It's our life! Let's not discuss her now,' Raj's refusal made it hard for Tanvi to carry on with the discussion about Ganga Tai.

'Be by my side! That's all I want from you,' Raj said and closed his eyes.

Tanvi rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest. She stared at her ring, and a smile appeared on her face. She, too, closed her eyes and glimpses of her parents appeared momentarily. Her parents looked happy. But then, the epiphany made her open her eyes, and profound happiness struck her. Her parents blessed her decision, which mattered most to her. Only if she knew tomorrow would question her decision.

Ganga Tai was in Konkan, Maharashtra. For her, visiting Konkan at least twice a year was a custom. Her ailing mother, Ujjwala Tai, needed her more than ever. So, whenever Tanvi was out of the city, she would quickly plan a trip to Konkan. Ganga Tai looked at her mother, who was fast asleep. She smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. She then arranged a mat on the floor and slept on it. Rays of light pierced through the window and made it easier for Ganga to see her mother even in the room's darkness. She gazed lovingly at her mother. Even at the age of seventy-two, she was quite pretty.

Ageless beauty! Tanvi would call her even though they hadn't met each other.

Ujjwala would send Konkan specialities for Tanvi – cashew nuts, jackfruit chips, and kokum syrup. Ganga reminisced when Tanvi would eagerly unpack her bags to relish the delicacies. She smiled, thinking about Tanvi. She checked her mobile phone. A notification message of seven photos from Tanvi appeared on the screen. She clicked to open them. She was glad to see pictures of Tanvi sans Raj. She was still not comfortable with texting and usually settled for emojis. So, she sent her a smiley emoji. She kept her mobile by her side and closed her eyes to rest. Innocent Ganga missed the ring and what it meant for Tanvi. Ganga didn't know it was a special peaceful night she was about to miss once she returned to Mumbai.

Neha and Adi had just finished the show they put up of being a perfect couple. Adi's parents had called them. They had chatted on a video call like everything was fine between them. Neha had reminded Adi about his medicine, and Adi had given her a pullover sweater. Once the call was over, it was time for grim actualities. They both headed to their separate rooms.

Somewhere in Mumbai, the night was perfect for Soma Kothari. Soma's dinner awaited her in the dining area of her lavish sea-facing bungalow. At Soma's behest, her cook, Soni, had made sandwiches and coffee. She ate her food quietly while reading a novel. It was a suspense thriller, and murder was about to happen. She drew her breath, wondering — how many more pages to go until the murder. After a while, she seated herself on the sofa. The book was still keeping her company. Later, she sprawled on the rocking chair, her eyes intently absorbing every word as she turned over the pages. Had she known this night was one of the rarest, bearing incredible peace in its air? She would have chosen to fall asleep in the night's arms.

Tick-tock!

She shot a lazy glance at the wall clock that was persistently ticking away. Then she brought her gaze straight down to her son’s photo. She and her husband Deven had lovingly named him Neil Kothari. She smiled and kept the book aside.

His photo reminded her of a life-changing day. Ten years ago, when her father-in-law took her only son Neil away. Since then, Neil has been staying in the US. Poor Soma had to take the hard decision of meeting him only once a year in the US during his vacation. She didn’t want his son to know about his parents' estranged relationship. 

In the last ten years, Soma took up a career as an actress instead of crying for his son. She featured in many Television commercials and series. Her acting stint made her almost famous in certain parts of India. She particularly enjoyed her celeb status and being in the spotlight within her social circle. She also loved getting pampered to give away upcoming twists of the serial or gossip about his co-actors. But what mattered to her the most was her financial independence — freedom from being dependent on her good-for-nothing husband, Deven Kothari.

She remembered those eventful years that led her to where she stood today. Finally, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

******

Two days later, a car came to a screeching halt at the enclosure of a standalone high-rise tower called Sunshine Heights. Tanvi stepped out of the vehicle, and Raj drove it to the parking area. Tanvi made her way to the lobby. After a few minutes, Raj joined her with a luggage bag. They entered the lift cabin and elevated themselves to Neha's apartment on the seventh floor. Neha answered the door on hearing the doorbell. She wasn't surprised to see Raj and Tanvi but couldn't contain her excitement. Both girls awkwardly embraced each other; Tanvi barely reached Neha’s elbow.

Adi, too, joined his wife and friends. Neha had cooked a special meal to celebrate her best friend’s upcoming wedding.

'Guess what am I serving for lunch?' asked Neha.

'Chicken Biryani,' said Tanvi sniffing the steam from the kitchen.

'Yes, your favourite,' beamed Adi.

'Now, I am starving even more. So, let's eat,' said Raj.

‘You guys carry on. I need to freshen up,’ said Tanvi apologetically, knowing she was delaying lunch.

‘Oh no!’ Adi and Raj screamed together in disappointment. Tanvi gave a tight-lipped smile, quickly held her luggage bag, and walked out of the apartment, leaving others disappointed. She took the lift to the tenth floor and unlocked the door with a key she produced from her handbag. She entered the dark living room and turned ON the lights. As the room shone, she threw a loving glance around it.

There’s no place like home.

She walked across the living room to the hallway with two doors on both sides. The first cased-opening on the right led to the kitchen and the next door to Ganga Tai’s bedroom. On the left side, the first door showed the way to Tanvi’s parents' bedroom, now occupied by Raj. The next door on the left was Tanvi’s room – the biggest one with a balcony and private washroom. Owning a 1200 Square-Feet apartment was quite a luxurious deal for anyone living in Mumbai. But for Tanvi, it was her parents’ blessing. She walked across the room to her parents’ photos on the wall adorned with sandalwood garland. She folded her hands and bowed her head, eyes closed.

‘I miss you both, maa and papa!’ she said, opening her moist eyes.

Then she tossed herself on the bed and smiled, thinking about the wedding ceremony. Raj could finally shift into her room.

Hiss hiss!

The whistling sound of the pressure cooker jolted her back from her thoughts. Faces of hungry Neha, Raj and Adi flashed before her eyes. She grinned and quickly showered. She wore a pink top and jeans. After a while, she reached Neha’s apartment. Adi and Raj were eating while Neha awaited Tanvi.

‘Finally, she is here!’ announced Neha, holding her stomach.

‘I hope we have food left for us,’ said Tanvi, looking at Raj and Adi, their mouths full of Biryani.

Raj gestured for Tanvi to sit, and Adi was too busy to look up from his plate.

Girls looked at each other and cracked up.

Following a hearty meal, they decided to relax in Tanvi’s home.

******

Neha tore the gift wrap and opened the box with a bottle of wine tucked inside. It was a premium blend of Strawberry Wine from Kingberry Winery in Mahabaleshwar.

Adi’s eyes lighted up as he held the bottle, ‘Let the celebrations begin.’

‘Wait! Don’t open this one. This is for you guys,’ clarified Raj.

‘Yeah, we have got an extra bottle for our celebration’, said Tanvi and went to her bedroom. Adi and Raj were lounging on the sofa. At the same time, Neha was busy browsing through Tanvi’s shopping. After a while, Tanvi reappeared with a wine bottle.

‘Here we go,’ she said, giving it to Neha.

‘Duh,’ said Neha sipping from her imaginary glass to remind Tanvi that she had forgotten to get wine glasses.

Tanvi sheepishly smiled and swiftly moved to the kitchen. A flash of light emerging from the living room partly illuminated the kitchen. It was a nicely done modular-design kitchen. Orange cabinets, quartz countertops, and granite backsplash made it look more spacious than it was. However, the window on the other side of the kitchen was locked. Thus, making it impossible for anyone to see the compact wooden pedestal table with two chairs placed beneath the window. Tanvi didn’t switch ON the lights as she was aware of her kitchen arrangements. Instead, she reached into a skirting drawer and removed four wine glasses. She rinsed them with water and placed them on a tray. She could hear chatter from the living room. Holding the tray, she swept a causal glance at her kitchen. Something caught her attention – a hand outstretched on the armrest of one of the beige-coloured chairs to go with the wooden pedestal table. She stared at it for a while, and then the tray in her hands crushed into smithereens. She shrugged violently to gather her voice which choked momentarily. Then came out a scream! Aaaaa! She stumbled backwards on the floor.

Neha, Raj, and Adi ran to her. Raj made Tanvi sit up.

‘It must be a lizard,’ grinned Neha. For Neha, it was an amusing moment, and Raj couldn’t agree more. They had seen her outburst at the sight of the lizard before. However, they rubbed Tanvi’s hands to comfort her as she was shivering furiously. Adi stared at the broken glasses. When Raj asked Tanvi to tell him what happened, all she could manage to do was to lift her hand in the direction of the chair. Raj and Neha followed their gaze to her hand’s path, and there it was - a lifeless arm, placed on the chair’s armrest, bruised wrist. That’s all they managed to see through the dark. Neha, who was sitting on her toes, lost her balance. She let out a slight scream, ‘Eeeek.’

Baffled, Adi ran to her aid.

‘Look there,’ Raj said to Adi.

‘Augh,’ Adi clung to Neha's arm.

Together they stood up, snugging each other for support. Then, silently they walked towards the chair – not to alarm the scary figure.

Suddenly the madness was all lost in the silence of the kitchen. They surrounded the table, revealing an old man lying unconscious on the chair. Neha switched ON the light to confirm what she had just seen.

Adi lifted a beer bottle on the table and said, ‘I guess he is drunk’. He grabbed the table and pulled it aside, allowing them to stand closer to the old guy.

Raj threw his hands up in the air and questioned, ‘But how did he get in?’

Realising their guesses would be as good as his, he cupped his hand around the old man’s jawline and shook him to come to his senses. On receiving no response, he grabbed him by his t-shirt’s collar and swayed him. The old man looked like someone in his fifties. He was tall but very lean. When Raj’s effort couldn’t wake him up, he threw him back on the chair like a lifeless doll. Neha grabbed the man’s hand and checked his pulse.

‘I think he is dead,’ said Neha.

Raj placed his index finger and middle finger on the old man’s wrist. He, too, couldn’t feel the pulse racing. Raj repeated the act one more time and finally said, ‘Neha is right. He is dead. But who is this man?’

Adi searched the old man’s clothes and declared, ‘No wallet! No mobile!’

‘Let me try one more test. Tanvi, give me an onion,’ said Neha.

Tanvi couldn’t utter a word. She kept staring at the dead body. Sweat droplets were visible on her whitewashed face like no blood was left within her. Her palms were cold as if she, too, was dead. Except her heart was thumping loud.

Neha waited for her response, then she ran around the kitchen, checking the possible cabinet for a knife and an onion. Adi and Raj assisted her by searching the cabinets, and they found it. Finally, she peeled the onion and cut it in half. She then swayed it around the old man’s nostrils. They waited patiently, expecting it to jolt the old man back to his senses.

‘Nah! Not working,’ said Raj.

‘I think we should call the police,’ suggested Adi.

‘And what do we tell them? We found this dead body waiting for us in our kitchen when we returned from our trip. And we don’t even know him,’ said Tanvi as if coming out of a hypnotic spell.

When Tanvi put the situation in words; Raj, Adi, and Neha speechlessly gaped at each other.

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Lord Ganesh curses the moon | Mythological Stories Moral Lesson

Once, it was Ganesh's birthday. Ganesh was invited for supper at a devotee’s house. His favorite ladoos and kheer were lovingly served to him. He had a heavy meal.

After supper, he returned home on his mouse. On the way, a snake crossed their path and seeing the snake mouse got very frightened. Mouse started to run very fast.

In the process, Ganesh fell to the ground. The shining moon in the sky saw Ganesh and laughed. Ganesh felt insulted and, in anger, chased the moon.

The moon ran for his life. He managed to escape from Ganesh and hid in his palace. After a while, Ganesh, too, reached his palace. He stood guard outside the palace.

Ganesh knew where will the moon go now. He will have to come out sooner or later, and then he will take his revenge. It became very dark. The moon refused to come out.

This caused chaos on earth. Gods went to Ganesh and requested to free the moon. Ganesh agreed and let the moon shine.

He cursed the moon, saying, ‘You hid in your house like a thief. Therefore, anyone who sees you on my birthday will be called a thief.’

Moral - The reason why we are not supposed to the moon on Ganesh Chaturthi.

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About the writer: Nisha B Thakur is the author of a highly appreciated novel, The Blue Jinx.

Pandava return to Hastinapur | Mahabharata Stories | Folktale stories with moral lesson

 

King Dhritarashtra is pleased. He is sitting on a massive throne. Countrymen are clapping.

Vidhur

Greetings to Your royal highness!

Countrymen

Hail to Hastinapur

Vidhur

Today we are here to welcome our 105 princes.

Kunti and Gandhari smile. They are sitting on the beach behind the parapet wall.

Vidhur

Welcome, Prince Yudhishthir!

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Yudhishthir! Hail to Prince Yudhishthir!

Yudhishthir arrives with his weapon. He stands at the center of the auditorium.

Vidhur

Welcome, Prince Duryodhana!

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Duryodhana! Hail to Prince Duryodhana!

Prince Duryodhana enters with his weapon.

Vidhur

Let the fight begin

Prince Duryodhana and Yudhishthir fight. Duryodhana wins. Gandhari claps. Kunti becomes sad.

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Duryodhana! Hail to Prince Duryodhana!

Vidhur

Welcome Prince Arjun

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Arjun! Hail to Prince Arjun!

Prince Arjun enters with his weapon.

Vidhur

Let the fight begin

Prince Duryodhana and Arjun fight. Arjun ties Duryodhana magically. Arjun wins.

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Arjun! Hail to Prince Arjun!

King Dhritarashtra becomes angry

King Dhritarashtra

This is not fair! How can the archer use his magical arrow to defeat my son?

Arrow comes and unties Duryodhana. Everyone is shocked

Vidhur

Who interrupted the royal game?

Karna jumps into the center of the auditorium

Karna

I did it. Because Arjun was playing unethically

King Dhritarashtra

Yes, you are right. Who are you, my son?

Karna

I am Karna.

Vidhur

Tell me the caste who belong to?

Arjun

Yes, brave warrior, tell us your caste

Duryodhana

A warrior’s identity is his bravery and not caste

Karna

I am a royal servant’s son

Vidhur

How dare you interrupt the royal game?

Bhishma

Karna, I order you leave the royal game. As you are not a king or a prince

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Arjun! Hail to Prince Arjun! Leave Karna! Leave Karna!

Karna is leaving sadly. Duryodhana stops him.

Duryodhana

King father. My friend Karna is getting humiliated. He is a brave warrior. Can I help him?

King Dhritarashtra

Yes

Duryodhana

You have gifted me, Kingdom Ang

King Dhritarashtra

Yes

Duryodhana

I want to make my friend, King of Ang

King Dhritarashtra

Yes, please make this brave warrior, Karna, a King

Vidhur

This is not possible

Bhishma

This is unethical. He is a royal servant’s son. How can he be a king?

King Dhritarashtra

I am supremo, and I am permitting him. Karna is King of Ang.

Duryodhana

Now can my friend fight with Arjun

Bhishma

Yes

Arjuna and Karan ready with their weapon

Vidhur

Let the fight begin

Karna and Arjun fight. Arjun ties Karna magically. Karna releases himself.

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Arjun! Hail to Prince Arjun!

Sunsets.

Vidhur

Now let’s end the game. Since there are two players on the field. There is no winner

Countrymen

Hail to Prince Arjun! Hail to Prince Arjun!

Night’s darkness emerges.

King Dhritarashtra is very anxious.

Vidhur

Today we have to decide our crown prince

King Dhritarashtra

My son Duryodhana is our crown prince

Bhishma

But eldest son is Yudhishthir

King Dhritarashtra

So what even I was the eldest son. But Pandu was made Kind

Vidhur

Because you are blind

Bhishma

I vote for Yudhishthir

Vidhur

I vote for Yudhishthir

Minister

We vote for Yudhishthir! We vote for Yudhishthir!

Vidhur

Duryodhana lacks compassion. He is not fit to be future King

King Dhritarashtra

Okay, I declare Yudhishthir as our crown prince

King Dhritarashtra becomes sad.

King Dhritarashtra, Vidhur, Bhishma at the meeting hall of the palace. Ministers have occupied seats. And in the center, King and Queen Ghandari are seated. Kunti is standing beside them.

King Dhritarashtra

Dear Ministers and countrymen of Hastinapur. I declare prince Yudhishthir as our crown prince and future king.

Ministers stand up from their seats and shower flowers on King and Queen.

Ministers (in unison)

Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the Hastinapur! Hail to prince Yudhishthir!

All smile.

Moral: Competition should be healthy.

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About the writer: Nisha B Thakur is the author of a highly appreciated novel, The Blue Jinx.