Happy Ganesh Chaturthi! May Ganpati Bappa bless us with goodwill and Wisdom!😇
Quick recap since it's been a while: Arnav is the only son of super-rich industrialists Manish and Maya Raizada however he likes to mingle with common people. He has a secret personality as he writes poems with pen name 'Sahil'. Khushi has a loving father Shashank and a nice stepmother Garima, also a stepsister Preeto. Preeto applied for a job at Arnav's company and got rejected by Manish, so khushi dislikes Raizadas, hence Arnav gives her his fake identity as a poor boy Sahil. She offers him an evening job at Shashank's bookshop. Ab aage (now onto next):
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It was late at night when Arnav finally had some time alone for himself, his parents had eaten his head with their constant fussing over him. As if that wasn't enough, they had invited few family friends too (equally rich as them and even more classists whose common topics were ridiculing middle class and poor people). He absolutely hated those talks and wanted nothing but to rush to his own room and find some moments to write... after all, his idea of wealth was totally different than these people, he was looking for wealth of heart, a heart that only loves and according to him there was no bigger property and asset as love was! But his childhood friend Lavanya had kept him glued to her or rather she was glued to him throughout the evening, making him difficult to get free.
And now close to midnight, as all of them left in their Mercedes and Porches, he sat in the attached terrace to his room, with an iPad in his hand. The soft, soothing night breeze started playing with his hair and he closed his eyes trying to absorb the pure bliss. This fresh air had such a magic that no air conditioner could provide him... and that inspired him to write something-
||I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last||
||Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do||
||Studied Religion and
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound ||- excerpts from a poem called 'Alive' by Catherine Mary Airan
And as he hit 'save' and turned the power off, in those moments of peace and serenity, he felt happy. An then, as if on cue, the word 'happy' reminded him of a person whom he had just met today but struck some beautiful chords of his heart and now that face was flashing in his mind, making him smile involuntarily.
And then he remembered two things, one was -he had to get a job for Khushi's sister and two, he wanted to meet her more. For first part, it was easier since he would only have to make a few calls and that would be done, even hiding it from his dad. But for second part, the only option was to accept her offer of an evening part-time job at her babuji's bookshop... should he do it? He got up at once and walked over to his room, and pulled the visiting card from his wallet that she had given him. He kept twisting it in between his fingers, lost in dilemma. If his dad got to know their only son whom they treated as a prince was working at some middle-class locality at a book stall, hell will break lose...but on the other hand, it meant getting to spend more time with Khushi... and he made a choice!
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"I GOT THE JOB!!!" Preeto's loud voice in an equally excited tone boomed in Gupta Niwas the next morning and Khushi couldn't contain her happiness either
"Humein pata tha, unhe tumhe job dena hi hoga (I knew it, they would have to give you a job). Wait, let me go and tell everyone this good news" Khushi said, running out
Garima chuckled looking at her retreating figure, "by 'everyone' she means kids in our colony. When will she grow up Shashankiji?" she asked giving a teacup to shashank Gupta who only had a smile on his lips for his bubbly daughter.
