The world of the high class isn't like the simple world we live in.
The complications don't end.
Marraiage is just another name for a business deal.
Sex is not love.
Politics as dirty as murder
In the city that hails history and glorifies itself...
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"Thaaka baaki hai koni!" Exclaimed a young man who just threw his phone on the bed beside him.
Jaivanta simply lowered her eyes in sadness.
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"Thaakni kay yaane na chod diyo maasa?"
"Kissi jano chodna assan hove. Hande rehna hi byah kahat hai." She replied.
Pratap rolled his eyes taunting, "Vaa thanne chati jaiso baparke mar gayeo anh thaakni____"
"BAS." She shouted and pointed a finger at him saying, "Daajiraj the thare."
"Mahara koi daajiraj na tha." He replied and marched off to the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
Jaivanta sighed sadly and left the room. She knew how much her son hated his father. Neither of them could ever have a decent quiet conversation regarding Pratap's childhood which made the mother sad.
He stood under the cold shower allowing the water to numb the pain he felt. He stood shutting his eyes as the water hit his head and ran down his shoulders to his legs.
He wandered around the large mansion and looked curiously around.
"Ghar mein koini?" He wondered aloud as he put his heavy school bag on the white marble floor. "Maasa? Daajiraj?"
He called out but there was no response. He held the railing and climbed up the stairs. He heard a shout come from his parents room.
Tip toeing closer, he saw his mother crying and asking, "O ka kiyo? Mahare se koi galati hove?"
"Galati toh mahare se hue hai!" Came his father's voice. "Thare say bhya nahi karna chahye tha."
"Toh ka kiyo bhya mahare say!" She shouted.
"Thaara baapusa mhare company mein invest na karto."
He saw his mother sink to the ground and sob asking, "Thanne_____m____mhare se_____dhan ro bhya kiyo."
"Nitre!" He exclaimed not bothered about his wife.
He watched his father spray the perfume on himself and then look down at his sobbing wife saying, "Divorce ra option na hai thare paas! Thare bete ro kuch na millega."
