Chapter 2

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Hiya *waves*

For non-indian readers

Papa - Dad
Mumma - Mom
Chacha/Chachu ji - Dad's younger brother
Chachi ji - Chacha/Chachu's wife.
Bachhe - Kid/Child
Dada ji - Paternal Grandfather
Dadu ji - Paternal Grandmother
Ji - Respectable word used while referring to one's elders
Rajma Chawal - A delicious Indian dish literally just rice and kidney beans
Bhajan - Hymns
Naagin - Popular Indian sitcom
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I finished my meetings, locked my office and made my way towards my Bentley. Our company was located in Sector 29, Gurugram but I lived in DLF City, phase 3. It was roughly a half an hour drive from here. I greeted my driver, Manohar uncle and asked about his daughter as I slid into the backseat.

"She just gave her 10th boards. We are waiting for the results," He said as he drove the car.

"What does she want to take in 11th?" I asked.

"Arts. She wants to be an IAS officer." He replied.

"She is very bright. I am sure she will go place," I smiled.

"Thank you madam ji, you and your father have done a lot for me and my family. This is all because of you," he said giving me a smile that brimmed with gratitude.

I just smiled and looked out of the window. Fifteen minutes into the ride, we were on the bridge when Maurya House came into the view. It was a humongously beautiful, sixty story, concentric giant of glass and concrete, circled by plush green grass and Bistamdu trees.

While we stayed undefeated in our home turf of metals among other industries, Maurya Group did not hesitate to go all out in any field they deemed worth their money

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While we stayed undefeated in our home turf of metals among other industries, Maurya Group did not hesitate to go all out in any field they deemed worth their money. Veer Maurya was bold and daring which reflected in his business ventures. I briefly wondered if he too, like me sometimes, felt
burdened by the fact that millions depended on him for livelihood.

I checked in with the security gaurds at the gate of my society and gave them all a smile which they returned. Instructing Manohar uncle to be here tomorrow, I made my way into the building, greeting the familiar residents of DLF Crest tower along the way. I rode the elevator to 30th floor where I lived with my family in a three-storey penthouse.

I unlocked the door with my key only to hear my Suhasini Chachi, yelling from the kitchen at the top of her voice at Raina who stood in the doorway.

"I don't care even if you go an expedition to Everest. YOU BRING BACK THE BOTTLES, YOU TAKE FROM HOME."

"Fine," Raina said chugging down water from another bottle.

"And while you are at it, पानी की बोतलें भर के रख!!!" (Fill the godamned bottles) Chachi continued blasting every eardrum in her vicinity. However, her anger vanished as soon as she saw me, "Areyyy Naina, you are back, come on in, how was your day? Do you want some tea?"

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