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As dawn began to unfurl across the sky, the early morning sunrays fell gently on the sea, transforming the serine waters into a golden canvas. The deep blue ocean awakened from its lazy slumber, ready to greet its fiery friend. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities. Dheer stood near the waves, enjoying the tranquility of the ocean.

The gentle touch of the cold waves filled Dheer with energy. He was ready to face the new challenges. Ready to embrace the day. The buzzing phone brought a smile to his face. He was waiting for her call.

"Hey, Girlfriend." He greeted her with the ever unfailing charm.

"Kaisa hai mera bachcha? (How is my child?)" Her warm voice, soothing and gentle, filled his heart with love.

"Great! Never felt any better. Mumbai is very charming."

"Really?" Dheer could hear the worry in her voice.

"Yes, Girlfriend. You know I love the sea. Infact, I am right standing at the beach. It's very peaceful here."

"It's five in the morning, beta. Tughe aram karne chaye. (You should be sleeping.)"

Dheer nodded his head. He was a late riser. Could never wake up before ten in the morning. The jet lag was at play, or his nerves. He did not know, nor did he care. He was a very focused man. Dheer could not rest until he achieved what he aimed for.

"Bacha, itna khamosh kyun hai? (Why are you silent, Bachcha?)"

"Nothing, Girlfriend. Just enjoying the waves. Aapne apne dawai le? (Did you take your medicines?)"

"Haan. (Yes.) Don't worry about me, beta. Are you comfortable? Is the suit to your liking?"

Dheer nodded his head. His grandfather had booked the presidential suit in the city's best seven star hotel. He was treated like a king. As usual Yash left no stone unturned to make him feel comfortable.

"Daadu always gives me the best, Girlfriend. Don't worry. I am good."

"What about food? Is it up to your liking? Tughese to teekha khaya he nahi jata. (You can barely stomach the spice.)"

"Chill, Girlfriend. The chef cooks to order. The dinner was great. I loved it. Nothing can beat your aloo paratha, but the guy came pretty close. My tastebuds are in seventh heaven."

The soft chuckle from the other end, made Dheer smile. As long as his grandmother was happy he was happy.

"Okay, I am glad you are comfortable, but if you don't like anything come back home immediately. I don't understand why Yash needs to expand business in Mumbai. We already have a thriving business. Even if he wanted to do it, why did he have to send you? He could have gone himself."

"That is because Daadu is planning to take you out on a vacation." Dheer gently explained. "You two deserve the time alone, Girlfriend. Go out with your husband. Think of this as a second honeymoon."

"Dheer."

Dheer could not hold back the chuckle. He could imagine her face all flushed and lovely. Even at 72, she could blush. The love she had for Yash was heartwarming. It was nothing short of a fairytale. Fifty four years of marriage and Yash was still her prince charming. Despite everything they had seen and suffered they held onto each other for comfort. That was what he wanted for himself. A love that would last a lifetime. A woman who could hold his hand until the grave. He would never settle for less.

"Acha sun. Waha gaya hai to apne Mamaji se bhi mil le. (Listen now, since you are already in Mumbai, meet your Maamaji.) I will call him and let him know. He will be happy to see you again."

Dheer nodded his head. His Maamaji was the only family he had from his mother's side. Arvind Maheshwari was a happy go lucky person. Dheer loved his company. It had been three years since the man relocated to India. Six months since he had moved to Mumbai. He was operating several NGO's in Dheer's late mother's name. Arvind had become a popular name in third world countries. His NGO's single handedly contributed to 30% of the charity and aid given to the oppressed. Dheer could not be more proud.

"I will meet him after breakfast," Dheer nodded his head. "I hope he is at home today."

"He should be. I spoke to him a week ago. He is back from Thailand and will stay in Mumbai for a week. That man needs to settle down, Dheer. He needs to find a good wife."

"He is doing what makes him happy, Girlfriend. All men don't need a woman to make them happy. Let him be and focus on your honeymoon."

Sheetal let out a soft sigh. "Okay. Come back home soon. I am already missing you."

So was he. Dheer felt a pang in his heart. It was not even 24 hours and he was already missing her. The next 30 days would not be easy. He had to act fast. If things went as per plan he would not have to stay for those 30 days. He could go back home sooner. He bid his grandmother goodbye and made his way to the hotel. The luxury hotel perched on the sea shore. His suit had direct access to the beach. Something that he loved the most.

As he was walking back he saw joggers making their way to the beach. The city was slowly waking up. Soon the beach would be filled with people and the tranquility lost. He hated crowded places, and Mumbai by all standards was a heavily populated area. Dheer was not a fan of the city. The sooner he was done the sooner he could go back to his life. That was the only thought that dominated his mind.

He was almost at the hotel when the soft music caught him off guard. The sweet melodies greeted him like a lover's caress. Dheer knew the person playing was a trained musician. Every note was flawless and strummed to perfection. He could not ignore the allure of the melody. Dheer looked around for the source and found himself following the melodies.

As he walked along the sandy path, he saw her seated on the beach wall, her back to the rising sun. The soft melody of a violin drifted through the air, drawing him closer. The urge to see her made him restless. He walked until he had a better view. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes feasted on the beauty before him.

Seated there, she looked radiant as the morning sun. Her short hair framed her delicate cheeks perfectly, giving her an air of effortless grace. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of grey, resembled the jewels of the sea. She wore a simple blue sleeveless kurta and three-quarter jeans that clung to her effortlessly. The only piece of jewelry she adorned was a bracelet that caught the morning rays, glinting softly as she moved her bow across the violin strings.

The peaceful smile on her lips told a story of its own. She exuded a warmth that was hard to ignore. She was either in her late teens or early twenties, but there was an aura around her that screamed of maturity. Dheer could not stop wondering what mysteries lay behind her serene smile.

As the music came to a close, the lady looked up. Their gaze met, the world froze for Dheer. Gracefully she rose to her feet and grabbed the violin box from the beach wall. Dheer could not take his eyes off her. He was enthralled by her beauty. She quietly packed her violin and walked away without a backward glance.

Dheer felt an irrational urge to chase behind her. He was desperate to know her name. Before he gave in to the temptation Dheer forced himself to walk away. He had to focus on the goal. A woman was always a distraction. A fling was out of question, for now at least.

As he walked back to the hotel, he saw a flower vendor setting up a small display. The vibrant flowers reminded him of the girl again. He took a deep breath, trying his best to forget about her. She was a beautiful distraction he could not afford.

"Ek boquete le lo na sahab. (Please buy a bouquet, Sir.)" The soft feminine voice startled Dheer out of his thoughts. That is when he looked at the young vendor. She was a girl in her mid twenties, holding on to a child on one hand and the roses on the other. The baby was sleeping peacefully in her arms. Dheer looked around. The small display counter was neatly organized. He could see a small pram next to it. The baby's probable resting place. The sun overhead was already making itself known. Dheer wondered how the child would survive the heat of the day.

"Phool le lo, Sahab. Aaj subah he katey the. Bahut sundar hai. (Take them, sir, They are freshly cut and beautiful.)"

"How much?" Dheer reached for the wallet. His eyes were fixed on the baby. He could not shrug off his concern.

"300 Rupees."

Dheer reached for the cash and looked back at her. "How long does it take to sell all that?"

The lady shrugged her shoulders. It often took her the entire day, she was lucky if she sold everything by the afternoon. Dheer did not like hearing that. The baby needed to go home and rest. He did not know why the woman had to card the baby. She could have left the baby in a daycare. That was the least she could do.

"Why do you have the baby with you? The heat is not good for him."

The lady shook her head. "Kahan chodu shaab? Ghar pe sab kam pe jatey hai. Yeh mere saath he theek hai. (Where will I leave him? Everyone goes to work. He is better off with me."

"Leave him at a daycare."

"Aur uska bill kaun bharega sahab? (And who will foot the bill for daycare, Sir?)" The lady shook her head. "Aap ameer log kuch nahi samajhte sahab. Koi baat nahi. Khush raho shaab. (You rich people do not understand the reality. It's okay, sir. Good day." She handed him the 200 change in return for the 500 he paid her.

"Keep it."

The lady shook her head. "Mehnat ki kemat letey hai, sahib. Khairat nahi chaye. (I take the price of my labor, sir. I don't want charity.)"

"It was a tip, woman."

"Tip kis liye? (Why do I need the tip?)"

Dheer sighed. He was in no mood to argue with a stranger. He looked at the roses on the counter. Akshu loved them. "Pack these for me."

"Kitne, sahab (How many, sir?)?"

"Everything."

"Itne sare? (So many?)" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Kitne hai? (How many are there?)"

"Ek hazar. (A thousand.)"

"Good pack them. Make them into a big bouquet.)" Dheer pulled out a few notes and handed it to her. She counted them and handed a few back. Dheer did not bother to argue. If she did not need the money he would not force it on her. She wrapped the roses in a neat bouquet and handed it to him. Dheer took the bouquet and walked away. He could see the baby waking up. He wished the woman would put the child's needs first. Some people were beyond his understanding.

The breakfast put Dheer in a foul mood. He requested aloo parathas and the chef delivered the most bland ones. When he sent it back he was told that the chef who catered his dinner was only available for meals. The Breakfast was handled by another chef. Dheer declined the breakfast and ordered toast, which did nothing to improve his mood.

The detective he hired called him to inform him about the files he had mailed. Dheer quickly opened his laptop and went through the files. He had requested information on Randhawa siblings. Dheer believed in being prepared. The detective service he had hired were the best in town and did not disappoint him in any way. He had complete information on his cousins, down to their bank balances. He cringed reading the figures. Dhruv's bank balance was mediocre. His driver made more in a month than what Dhruv had in his savings account. Dhriti was the worst case scenario. Her current balance was ₹18779. He had tipped the waiter better. Dev's account made him frustrated. They could have had a luxurious life if Mrs. Randhawa had the common sense to accept his grandfather's offer. He hoped his siblings had better sense than the late Mrs. Randhawa.

He closed the finances and focused on their personal life. From what he could see they were all single and struggling. Dhruv had taken a home loan that would take him a good ten years to repay, given his state of business. Dhriti was still repaying the student loan. Even with her seven figure salary it would take her at least eight more years to repay the money. That was handy information. Money was a very strong motivator and the Randhawa siblings were in desperate need of some financial help. His work became easy.

All he had to do was waltz in and offer them the ticket to freedom. From what he read about Dhruv it was clear that he was a thorough businessman. A good businessman never turned down money, at least not a smart one. He hoped his cousin was not a fool!

After a 32 hour shift, all Driti could think about was sleeping. She took a quick shower to get rid of the day's grime and dirt and was ready to sleep off the exhaustion when the doorbell rang. She had to stifle her annoyance and make her way to the door. She was not expecting anyone at that part of the day. Dhruv never came back before 4 and Dev knew not to ring the doorbell when she was at home.

If it was a vendor trying to dangle wares she would skin him alive. With the decision made she marched to the door. Her eyes widened when she took in the young man's image. He looked as if he had stepped right out of a overpriced, glossy magazine. The boy was definitely in the wrong neighborhood. If he was a couple of years older she would be drooling inside. It was a good thing that the kids did not interest her.

"Yes?" She spoke politely for a change.

Dheer could not speak for a second. He had seen her pictures, but it did no justice to her beauty. Dressed in a simple white kurti and blue pajamas, she looked breathtaking. A careless beauty who could make any man's heart stop. If she was not his sister he would be ogling her shameless, the very thought disgusted him.

Dhriti waved her hand in front of Dheer to get his attention. "Hello, kiddo. Lost somewhere?"

Dheer took a deep breath to school his emotions. For a second he wanted to hug her like a fool. It was not a long awaited reunion. He reminded himself. He was a stranger to her.

"Hello, can you talk?"

"I am Dheer, Dheeren Singh Randhawa."

The warmth drained from her face, as the smile vanished. She took a step back ready to close the door on his face, but Dheer was already prepared, and blocked the door with his boot and stepped inside.

"Yeh kaisi badtameeze hai? (What kind of behavior is this?)" Dhriti's eyes sizzled in anger. "How dare you barge inside."

"Kese ke muh pe darwaza band karna badtameeze hote hai, Driti. (It's bad manners to shut the door on anyone's face.)" Dheer drawled as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"You are not welcome in my home."

"I am glad you are not pretending that I am a stranger."

"You are a stranger, Dheeren. You don't have any right to be here. Leave."

"I won't." Dheer walked inside as if he owned the place and made himself comfortable on the couch. If she had behaved like a lady he would have treated her like a gentleman. Her behaviour rubbed him the wrong way.

"Take a seat. We need to talk."

"Get out right now, Dheeren. I will call the cops."

"Go ahead." Dheer's eyes glinted. "It would take them 20 minutes to reach. That is in a good case scenario. In the worst case it will take them 40 minutes. Either way I have plenty of time to have my say."

Driti wanted to strangle him.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

"NO. Get out."

"I am not going anywhere, Dhriti. If you are planning on dragging me out let me tell you that I outweigh you by a good 50 pounds. If I were you I would save myself the embarrassment. I take it Dhruv is not at home?"

Dhriti took a deep breath. She couldn't let him affect her. He meant nothing to her, but Dhruv had a softconner for the kid. She checked the clock. It was almost one in the afternoon. Dhruv would take another three hours. She needed him gone by then. If she created a scene he would come again, and that would create problems for them. It would hurt Dhruv to throw him out, she on the other hand had no such qualms.

"What do you want, Dheeren?" She gritted her teeth and asked.

"Please sit, Dhriti. We don't have to make this into a fight."

"The moment you stepped inside without my permission, you made it into a fight. Now tell me what you want and leave."

"I am here to make a deal."

For a second Driti did not understand. "What?"

"Sit." She sat down because his words made no sense to her.

Dheer pulled out a cheque from his pocket and handed it to her. He gave Driti a few minutes to go through the figures as he scanned the small room. The living room was cozy and warm, but it was smaller than his bedroom. The whole house was a tiny thing. For a second he was angry at Mrs. Randhawa for denying his cousins the comfort they deserved, but then he reminded himself that those very cousins hated him and his family. They deserved what they got.

"What is this?" Dhriti still looked confused.

"Cheque hai. (It's a cheque.) It's in dollars, but you can get it converted into rupees."

"I know what it is, Dheeren, but why did you give it to me?"

"Consider it as a gift." Dheeren tried for a warm smile, but it lacked sincerity.

"I do not accept gifts from strangers." Dhriti had to force herself not to react. The amount quoted would change their lives forever. They would not have to work a day in their lives. Dhruv would never have to worry about anything, but the intent behind the cheque is what made it so repulsive. Yash Randhawa believed that money could buy anything. His heir was following in his footsteps. Somehow that did not surprise her. She always knew it would happen. It was Dhruv who refused to see the reality. She wanted to hand the cheque back, but Dheer did or take it back.

"If you cannot see it as a gift, take it as a payment." Dhruv switched tactics. He was not prepared for her to turn down the money. Now he had to think on his feet. Since she hated him, she could not accept a gift. A payment would make a difference.

"Payment for what?"

Dheer took a deep breath and looked at her. The first principle of business was not to reveal all the cards. If the other party knew about the situation the scales would turn in their favor. He could not let Dhriti see his desperation. So he played it cool.

"I want you and your brothers to come to New York. We will be celebrating Daada Daadu's 55th wedding anniversary this year. Daadi wants the entire family there. It's a matter of our reputation. You have to be there."

Dhriti felt hurt. The Randhawas always had a selfish agenda. For them they were not family, only a legacy left behind by Abhishek Singh Randhawa. Their feelings did not matter.

"Are you offering me this amount in exchange for one visit?"

Dheer nodded his head. He could see that she was thinking. The amount could turn anyone's head.

"You need to stay over for a week. There will be some events. The media is always interested in our family. All you have to do is play happy family and the money is yours. No strings attached."

Dhriti looked at the young man sitting before her with a condensing smile on his face. For a second she was overwhelmed with the urge to slap the smile out of his face, but she did not show her emotions. Dhreen Singh Randhawa did not deserve anything from her. Not even her anger. She tore the cheque in her hand into two neat pieces and handed it back to him.

"This is your answer, Dheeren." She rose to her feet, putting an end to the conversation. "Don't forget to close the door behind your back." Dhriti turned around not caring that he was still seated.

"Wait" Dheer called before she could walk away.

Dhriti turned around and gave him an annoyed look. "What now?"

"I can double the amount." Dheer's voice was calm but inside he was panicking. She threw him off her plan. He felt lost.

"Even if you triple it the answer would be the same, Dheeren. NO. Hum bekawu nahi hai. (We are not for sale.) Send the message to your honorable grandfather."

Dheer's hands fisted by his side. He could never tolerate an insult to his family. "Where is Dhuv? I am sure he will have a different answer to give."

Dhirti shook her head. "Dhruv Singh Raizada is many things, but he is not greedy. All the wealth in this world cannot buy him." All you have to do is ask and he will come. Dhriti made sure to keep that to herself. She could not let Dheer hurt her brother. "If you approach him with the cheque you will make a fool out of yourself. Cut your losses and leave."

"They are your grandparents, Driti. Don't you feel anything for them?" Dheer could not keep the anger from his voice. "It is their 55th anniversary...."

"So what?"

"Dadi wants you to be a part of her happiness. Is that too much to ask?"

"Jo humare dokh me shamil nahi ho sake, unke khushi me hum kaise khushi mayae? (She could not share our grief, then how can she expect us to share her happiness?)

"Don't say that" Dheer protested. "They tried to help you. It was your mother who..."

"Hume kese ke kahiraat nahi chaeye, Dheer. (We don't need anyone's charity, Dheer.) Leave before I say anything I should not." Dhriti controlled her anger with great difficulty. "Please leave."

"Daadu wanted to help, you know this well, Dhriti. He wanted to...."

"I am not interested in your grandfather's charity." Dhriti did not let him finish. "Neither do we need your generosity. We are happy with what we have. Now get out."

"You are not the only people who suffered, Dhriti. Daadu and Daadi suffered as much. If you lost your father. They lost their son. Sorry to say this, but Daadu had the right to be upset. Your father left a bride at the altar. Your mother knew exactly what she was getting. She eloped with Bade Papa on his wedding day. That kind of betrayal cannot be forgiven easily and yet Daadu was ready to forgive. If Mrs. Randhawa..."

"Don't take my mothers name" Dhriti's eyes glinted. "You know nothing about her."

"And you know nothing about Daadu and Daadi because she never let you meet them. How can you judge someone without knowing them?"

"The same way you are doing now" Dhriti shot back, "We are not so different after all."

Dheer took a minute to calm himself. He was not there to fight. He had come to negotiate a deal and convince them.

"Okay! I won't judge. He conceded. We all suffered. There is nothing we can do to undo the past. Daadi wants you and your brothers for the celebrations. She is 73 years old, Driti, can't you honor an old woman's wishes?"

For a second Dhriti hesitated.

"She is your grandmother, Dhriti. Please, we have suffered enough."

Dhriti shook her head. The word suffering from Dheer's mouth sounded like an insane joke. "Do you know what suffering means Dheer?"

Dheer was taken aback by the question.

"Do you know what it means to struggle everyday? Do you understand how it feels when you have to let go of someone because you cannot afford their treatment? What did you suffer Dheren? You were brought up in the midst of luxury. You never had to lift a finger to work. Don't talk about something you have no idea about. You are so blinded with money that you cannot see beyond it."

"And you are so blinded with bitterness that you cannot see another person's pain" Dheer hissed. She was grating on his nerves. "Daadu could have given you a better life."

"Enough!" Dhriti scoffed. "I do not want an argument with you. Go back to your life and keep suffering in the luxury mansion. Cry over broken i-pads and lost races. You don't belong here."

"Don't talk about something you don't know, Driti. Even the rich have their own sufferings. You cannot scoff at someone because they do not have to struggle to make ends meet. Being rich is not our crime."

"Do you know what it means to make ends meet?"

Dheer shot her an annoyed look. "What has this to do with anything?"

"The way you gloss over everything tells me that you have never led a real life. Tell me Dheren did you ever have to wait for anything?"

Dhere stiffened. Driti smiled. "Life offered you everything on a golden platter. You came here thinking that all you had to do was throw money at our faces and we could come behind you wagging our tails. Let me give you a reality check, bro. Nothing comes easy in life. You have to struggle for everything. And you have no idea what the word means."

"Okay!" Dheer looked into her eyes. "Don't make it easy for me. I don't mind taking the difficult path. Tell me what I can do to convince you. Name your price."

"I told you we are not for sale."

"Come on, Driti. Everyone has something they need. There can be something I can do for you. Don't be a fool. I can make anything happen. Anything."

"Because you are Yash Singh Randhawa's Heir?"

Dheer remained silent.

"Can you survive a single day without your grandfather's name?" Dhriti shook her head. "You are nothing more than the shadow of that man."

"You are crossing a line, Driti"

"You crossed it by offering me the check." Driti's eyes glinted. "You are the one who made insulting assumptions. I am not interested in your or your superficial sufferings. Get out."

"I won't leave until Dhruv comes." Dheer insisted. "I am sure he has more common sense than you. He will take the deal."

"He will throw you out without a second thought. Keep waiting. Once Dhruv makes his decision the doors will close for you forever. We will be rid of you forever."

She turned to leave but Dheer caught her and stopped her. "Why do you hate us? What have we ever done to you? You are a woman, Dhriti, can't you show compassion to another woman?"

Dhriti stepped back from his hold.

"You do not know what we went through. There are some things that we cannot forgive...."

"Just because you had to struggle to make ends meet does not make us villains. Bade papa chose to walk away. He knew what he was signing for. And let's be honest you guys were never poor. Bade papa was a successful singer, granted he failed, but still you had enough resources. You are all educated. Maybe you did not have money to splurge but you had a good life. How much does one need to survive?"

Dhiti shook her head. The kid had no idea what he was talking about.

"You have no idea what you are talking about, do you?"

"What are you getting at?"

"Can you survive a day like we do? Can you live our life for a day?"

Dheer shrugged his shoulders. He did not see why he could not.

"Do you understand the meaning of a middle class life?"

"Don't exaggerate, Dhriti. Don't be melodramatic."

"Right! So says the pampered prince. I bet you cannot survive a day as a commoner." Dhriti scoffed.

Dheer's eyes glinted with anger. "That's an insulting assumption."

"That is the truth, kiddo. Middle class life is not for you."

"I can survive more than a day. I can live your life without complaining for a lifetime. Unlike you I do not believe in dramatizing everything."

"Fine! Then live like a commoner for 60 days and then come back and tell me you suffered nothing. I will take back my words. Until then, Sinonara."

"What if I do?" Dheer blocked her way. Stopping her from leaving.

Dhriti let out a tired sigh. She was exhausted. "Nahi ho payega tughse, Dheeen. Bakwas maat kar aur ghar jaa. (You can't do it, Dheer. Stop talking nonsense and go home.) I need to sleep."

"What if I prove to you that I can live your life. What will you do then?"

"Aarti utaru tere? (Shall I give you a medal?)"

"Will you come to New York?" Dheer challenged.

"What?" Driti's eyes widened in shock.

"You challenged me to live your life. I accept the challenge. What will you give me in return?"

"Har cheez tere leye deal hai kya? (Is everything a deal for you?)"

"You are the one that challenges me, Driti."

"I told you the truth kiddo. You made it into a ridiculous challenge. Now that I think about it, it is not such a bad challenge. If you lose, you have to accept that you were wrong and you have to stay the hell away from us. How does that sound?" The very idea intrigued Dhriti. She knew the kid would not survive a day. She was counting on it. That would be the end of the Randhawa torture for them,

"And if I win, will you convince Dhruv and Dev to come?"

Dhriti's lips curved into a smile. "You have big dreams, kiddo. All the best."

"I never lose a bet, Dhriti." Dheer's eyes sparkled with determination.

"Well, kiddo. Welcome to the real world then. You will never survive a day here." Dhriti scoffed and gave him a pat on his back. "All the best."

1- Who is right and why.

2- How would Dheer live upto the challenge.

3- What do you think Dhriti would do now?

4- Whose relationship do you wish to explore?

Stay tuned for the teaser.