Chapter 3: chapter 3

Mumbai is both India's largest and most commercially important city. It is also the city that never sleeps . A place where you will encounter stray dogs and exotic birds,artists and workers.Both the poor and millionaires living together in this maddening city.The city is the home of the most prolific film stars of Bollywood industries. It is also the dreaming city for young generations who had loved to dream and came here every year by chasing those desired and ambitions.There in the middle on the road a girl who was sitting in a taxi looked outside the window glass frequently and checking time on her white belt wrist watch on her right hand . Bhaiya, “aur kitna der lage ga? Asked by the girl she was looking tensed“Bass ab 15 mins madam” assured by the driver“Okay” though she replied with a normal tone but she gradually became impatient by passing every second . She was feeling nervous at the same time and also very worried because today was her interview and it was very necessary for her. 15 mins later the taxi stopped in front of a huge building . The driver turned around and spoke “ Lo Madamji !hum pahuch gaye!!’’The girl took her black color bag and hung it by the strip of it on her left shoulder and gave money to the driver. “Shukriya Bhaiya’’ said thank you to the driver politely. She came down from the taxi. She was wearing a lavender color floral kurti which length upto below her knees with white color legging and a pearl color dupatta around her neck and it was hanging behind her back . She had a sharp nose in her oval shaped face, she bits her soft rose petal like lips by muttering somelines in her mind.Her long thick straight black slick hair was hanging behind her back up to her waist . Sunrays make her bright beautiful complexion skin more glowing. She was carrying a red color file which she had kept in between her chests by wrapping her both hands. The thick eye lashes of her kissed each other when she closed her eyes frequently. She had big black glistening beautiful eyes .She looked above and saw the big nameplate which was implanted on the outside of the topmost floor of that building that was written “MALHOTRA FASHION DESIGN CO. MODELING “She exhaled a sigh and started to walkling . She entered the ground floor of the building by sliding the door made of transparent glass . She moved close to the Receptionist where a lady around ao age between 25 - 30 which anybody could assume by her appearance. The receptionist was wearing a black color uniform with white color caller ,her brown and black complexion hair was braided behind her head . The receptionist glanced at the visiting card which was shown by the girl “ Mam , please go to the second floor , and wait for sometime , your interview will be taken after a while in room no. 15 “ informed by the receptionist gently. “Thank you mam”“You are most welcome Mam. It's our duty” replied the receptionist with a pretty smile on her face.” The girl took the stairs and a few times later she reached the second floor. She had seen that there was a big line of girls. Some were of her age or some were older than her were also waiting there by sitting in the waiting room . She took a seat beside a woman who was literally sweating in the cool air conditioner room . The girl gave a half smile to the women who also gave her the same way. The tense environment of the waiting room made the girl become more nervous so she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate within herself.A man of almost 5.8” height had come and informed all the ladies that their interview had started and he would call them the name one by one after that they had to enter into the interview holding room.One by one girls visited the room .Some of them were looking nervous while some were looking calm and confident.It almost two hours had passed, there were only a few girls left. The same man again came and called”SANYOGITA SHARMA”..The girl stood up and she was at her 5.6” height, she entered into the room”May I come in Mam?” asked by the girl “Yes come in” permission given by a lady who was sitting in the room in the middle of the two men who were sitting beside her on the chair in front of an expensive table . The windows of the room were covered under thicken fabric made of blue window curtains. Sanyogita took the seat ,she gave the documents to them and also showed them the designs drawn by her on a copy.Though the temperature of the room was pleasant and comfortable her heart was pounding . All the three interviewers were looking expressionless when they were all going through the sketches of the designs made by Sanyogita who was becoming more nervous by that.After a long pause the lady said by breaking the silence “Did all these designs made by you?” inquired by the lady“Yes Mam’’“Hm”..okay. " .. Where did the word fashion come from?Sanyogita replied with politeness "The word originally comes from the word modus which means manner in English or manière in French." "Another interviewer asked " why Fashion is so important to you?" "Sanyogita took a pause and then proceeded with softness as well as a smart body language in her tone " Fashion is an art . It reflects the culture of a country. It makes our life colourful and changes our life with time.A good fashion sense and style enhance and increase the confidence and morale of people. Fashion and style are important for everyone, not only for women but for men as well. It encompasses the total spectrum of human activity, which relates to a specific period. It is an outlook on life.... ( disclaimer:- I took help from Google for the above question)All the interviewers exchange nodding glances , The lady was highly impressed by her designs and she also checked the scholarship award which Sanyogita had achieved from her institution in designs and also her academic results from her schools to university.“Okay Miss Sharma, we were highly impressed by your skills , and we would be glad to have you as our employee in our office “ praised by one of the men in the interview room.“Thank you, sir” said Sanyogita with a little hope in her voiceAll of them were again whispering something among them..Sanyogita was looking at them with unblinking eye Finally the lady said “ We have decided by going through all the documents and designs of yours ,we” will gave you the Special Assistant post in our company Saaynogita was very delighted after hearing this. Her eyes welled up  but she controls her emotions .She shook her hands with all of them and said “Thank you” from the core of her heart ,she was feeling very much grateful to them“We will inform you from when you would have to join the office ““Okay Mam, Thank you Mam, Thank you Sir, once again “But would kept your designs with us okay”Okay Mam, Sanyogita nodded her head slightlyAfter a few mins Sanyogita left the office ..She was feeling very happy as well as excited .In Spite of the hot humid weather, she found more energy and enthusiasm within her spirit.Another day at the other corner of the world,In the heart of Toorak,Australia, Toorak is the city of the richest men of the Asian billionaires. It is 800 storiestall, a huge skyscraper shot up to the sky , bathing under the  golden sun rays . At the top of this wonder was a man, 6 feet tall, and had a well-defined jawline and piercing jogged purposefully on the treadmill in his opulent gym. His hazel brown eyes, arched above with thick black eyebrows, pierced into the distance. His square face, stubble beard bordering his keen nose, oozed an aura of rough elegance. Light brown skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration as he strained to the limit.Thirty minutes had lapsed, and he brought the treadmill to a halt. Sweat trailed down from his forehead, tracing a path through his neck, chest, and defined abs. He stepped into the bathroom, where he took a chilly mist of the shower , easing his muscles, relieving him for a reverie. With his eyes closed, letting the tension ease away as the water washed down the froth from his large physique. Wrapping a soft towel around his waist, he set about drying his hair, moving smoothly and carefully, he stepped out.When he entered the room, his eyes were drawn to the impressive wall clock , its long fingers indicating 7:30 in the morning. The room was subtly luxurious, decorated beautifully with lovely interior, wonderful textured walls, rich carpets, and expensivewooden furnished furnitures,As he walked towards the closet, its doors swung open to gild with a treasure of fashionable clothing. Neatly lined up were rows of immaculately fitted coats along with a range of crisp, formal shirts, each of which demonstrated impeccable craftsmanship. A convenient drawer had a collection of branded ties in every color and pattern imaginable. Beside it, a breathtaking array of high-end wristwatches.Dressed in his formal office attire ,he was ready to step out of his apartment, his wristwatch revealing on his arm, 8:30. He entered the elevator and pressed the ground floor button. The doors shut, and the elevator descended smoothly,ten minutes went by before the doors opened into a large lobby which was packed with an impressive selection of cars, from stylish BMWs, elegant Mercedes, flashy Audis, and a shiny red Ferrari.His eyes fell on a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, its finish glinting like polished onyx. He reclined into the plush leather seat, and the driver, properly dressed, gave a nod of recognition.The driver finally drove the vehicle through the streets and pulled it up to a stop in front of a grand building. A bold nameplate in uppercase letters read: "Malhotra Emperor" on the facade of the building.A guard came and opened the door of the car . The man got down from the car .He waswearing a black color coat over a maroon full sleeve shirt inside of it along with black trousers and a maroon black striped color tie around his neck. He kept one hand inside his pocket and with the other hand stroked his hairs behind. His back-colored sunglasses had started to reflect the beautiful sunlight when he was looking at the sky .The environment was pleasant in spite of the hot summer season as it was the time of February . Two white clouds in the clear sky seemed to cover3d the rooftop of the huge skyscraper.  Two men accompanied him on the way , all of them stepped into the elevator subsequently, which whisked him up to the 400th floor without a hitch. Once he exited the lift, he walked with purpose, his left hand tucked in his pocket while his right hand fiddled with his wireless Bluetooth earphones, his index finger skillfully managing the device as he continued his conversation.As he walked through the hallway in the office women collectively gasped in admiration at his striking features and confident demeanor. His magnetic charm and bossy aura grab attention, making him the center of focus.He entered his office and settled into the comfortable chair behind his desk, his eyes locked onto the laptop screen. Just five minutes later, a soft knock on the door interrupted him, and a young woman announced, "Sir, the meeting arrangements are ready. We’re set to begin in exactly 15 minutes."The conference hall featured a large table at its center where the members were seated surrounding the table , each in their designated spot. As the man walked in, a wave of respectful murmurs filled the room, and everyone rose from their seats to greet him: "Good morning, Sir."He offered back a slight smile in appreciation to their greetings and shook hands with a few clients, his firm grip and steady gaze radiating confidence.After the formalities went over , he took his place at the head of the table, scanning the room with intent. A large screen hung on the wall ahead of him, waiting to project the presentation to come. The quiet whir of the projector and the soft whoosh of the air conditioner filled the room with anticipation, marking the beginning of an efficient meeting.The discussion was about the marketing policies of the company, new product releases, and taking people's pulse. As the discussion was drawing to a close, a rich, low voice punctuated the silence, extending warm congratulations: "Congratulations, Mr. Berenson. Our firm would be pleased to collaborate with you.""Thank you, Mr. Prithviraj Malhotra," he replied, his tone one of sincere gratitude. "Honestly, we'd be lucky to get the chance to work with you again in the future."Only 28 years old, Prithvi radiated a humble confidence. His meteoric rise through the company was a testament to his tireless work ethic and innovative thinking, propelling his family business to levels they never thought possible.Once he stepped out of the conference room, he fished his phone out of his pocket and was met with a flood of missed calls. A nostalgic smile crept onto his face as he dialed back, his heart swelling with affection."Hello, Dad," he greeted, warmth radiating from his voice."Well done, my boy!" his dad's voice boomed through the receiver. "I’m so proud of you!”Prithviraj beamed. "Thanks, Dad. I’m sorry I missed your calls – I was tied up in that meeting."His father's laughter was comforting. "It's completely alright. I know how you get it. Today, I felt even prouder."Prithvi listened intently , not wanting to interrupt as his father continued, "It’s been a while since we last chatted, beta. When are you coming home?"His reply was soft and sincere. "Soon, Dad. Just tomorrow morning."The conversation flowed naturally, with father and son talking for hours, their connection deepened by the miles that separated them.Prithvi felt a mix of joy and emotion swelling in his heart, though he kept his feelings confined to himself. It warmed him to know how pleased his father was with him; as a son, he felt it was his duty to fulfill all the hopes and dreams of his family .Though he lived in Australia for 7 years, he didn't leave his nation's attire, Culture,.. He loved to speak with his Indian accentit was 7:30 when he took his last meeting for that day.After that he had a press conferenceFrom 8pm of the eveningPrithvi attempts the press conference...In the press conference, reporters asked so many questions related to his business.Many praised him for achieving these huge successes within a very young age.... Among the crowd of reporters, one reporter asked Prithvi in Hindi... Prithvi recognized him and gave him the permission to accept anything as he wanted... because he found few people to talk to him in Hindi....The reporter was Shekhar...he asked Prithvi a few questions in Hindi...At first he congratulated Mr. Malhotra for achieving a business award recently and was included under one of the 30th Top richest men in the world...Shekhar:- Sir,aap bakayi mein ek ache businessman hi nahi balki bahut ache bete aur insaan bhi hai!Prithvi :- ji shukhriya! [he was feeling very happy though he didn't show proud in his gesture]Shekhar:- Sir, aap aaj ke young generation ko kya advice dena cha henge?Prithvi :- [at first he took a pause after that he broke the silence and spoke] “ No matter what your destination, just be sure to make every journey a journey within.If you travel within , you will travel the whole wide world and beyond. You should have patience , which means to look at the throne and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be so short sighted as to not be able to see the outcome.Just as a clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, like the same way hardship is necessary for success.”Shekhar :- Excellent SIR,[ he was highly pleased by Mr. Malhotra’s answer]Shekhar:- SIR ,lagbhag haar rich businessman parties , functions attend karte hai but aapko kabhi bhi nahin dekha gaya??Prithvi interrupted him and said He didn't like parties ,crowd etc. that was allShekhar:- Sir one last question ,apne aaj tak kabhi bhi Kisi bhi ladki ke sath photo nahi liya hai,nahi apne kabhi dating koi hai.kya aap ki life mein koi girlfriend hai jise aap batana nahi chahte...aap ke fans jenna chahtein haii ..aap shadi kab karenge??Prithvi:- This time Prithvi didn't reply. there was silence.He didn't look at the reporters. Suddenly Prithv's Personal Secretary had come and informed him that he had a flight to India at 11pm so he had to leave from here…