Blackmail: erotic love story

Blackmail (Infotainment Novel) Also available in Hindi as ‘Blackmail (Hindi)’

Blackmail (Infotainment Novel)

Dr. Ishwarbhai Joshi (Ph.D.) Behavioral Therapies Scientist

& Pranav

Published By

IJC Ishwarbhai Joshi Consultancy Adajan, Surat, ishwarbhaijoshi23@gmail.com copyright with the author

Gratitude

I

would like to express my gratitude to

every person who has given me the pain. Who compelled me to think that why a person does behaves like this?

I would like to express gratitude to all the people whom I helped beyond my capacity, However, when I expect something little from them, they turned up‌. Because of which my experiences became rich.

I am grateful to those people who used to pray for my failure, they are my source of inspiration to show my talent...

I salute all those ‘gurus’ who have immersed my money. Because of them, I learned life tactics.

I do not want to show any gratitude towards any person, family, God who has given me affection; Love, and Care.

I believe the gratitude expressed to them, who expect it from you. If you did not, they may be unhappy...

Please allow me to stay under their obligation.

Introduction

B

lackmail is an interesting story of a

person, which may reflect in day-to-day life. In the era of misuse of social media in September 2018, it was maligned by a few women on successful men.

It is a popular picture painted by media about men that, they are always in the mood to seduce woman, which is wrong.

It is pictorial of a woman that she is always gullible not aware of while dealing with her sexuality, without any mental distortions.

It is necessary to see the psychosexual behavior of humans from different perspectives.

The psychosexual mentality of a woman, its effect on her marriage life. Those topics presented here with an entertaining story.

The storytime is from the late eighties to the whole of the nineties until September 2018.

During this, the context of technological changes comes in the story that allows readers to enjoy, a particular era of the nineties.

Not only has this, the government and administration’s view on farmers’ suicide been depicted in a very horrific manner. There are some discussions regarding solutions also.

The depiction of a married couple, the day-today sexual health of husband-wife discussed here. This discussion is gorgeous, not obscene.

In Indian culture, it is a brave task to keep the routine personal life of a husband and wife in front of society. The author has succeeded in it.

An integral part of society and the problem is 'prostitution' it is also poignant descriptions here. This shows the profoundness of the author. Not limiting in descriptive style, the writer gives a philosophical touch here.

Generally, there is a perception that Mumbai, the city is engaged in a 'cut-throat' competition, not caring about others.

In reality, this is not the truth. The common people help each other in Mumbai, so people here promoted in small businesses. Mumbai has a different 'work culture’.

Perhaps this is the reason, that once a person comes to Mumbai, he settles down here.

There are two beautiful examples of this, first, when local trains had bomb blast in Mumbai

and the second was heavy rainfall in Mumbai.

Despite being in trouble, no child or woman was seduced.

Untoward exploitation did not happen. At that time, not a single FIR registered at any police station. On the second day, the city started running again.

In this story to get help from another person and to help others, shoes this zeal.

A very short description of, husband's personal 'sex life' while, wife carrying a child, is much appreciated.

Indian society has a strong foundation of ‘idealism’. After the 1980s, it transformed into individualism. This change illustrated by the author at the social, global, and political backgrounds. This is amazing!

This author's' narrative style' is so fast that readers do not get a chance to stop and linger behind.

Due to the language style being extremely communal, the reader feels that this event is taking place in his life, live. The use of highly ornate words avoided deliberately here.

The characters and events of this story shown in such a way, that in the future, it can be transformed into film, drama, or TV. Serial.

Therefore, the psychological development expressed through dialogues.

This is the source of inspiration. For all those people who want to start a business with zero.

They also want to get a huge success.

This writer claims that this will bring immense change in your marriage life and enrich you; which is the Truth. There is some secret behind this.

The author himself is a psychologist. He has changed the lives of thousands of people through a positive approach.

Being a painter himself, every picture in this

book inscribed on his own.

As a philosopher, he has studied many religions in comparative form.

Along with Hindu mythology, holy bible, holy Quran, Jainism, Buddhism, Zoroastrianism, Sikhijam, Sindhijam, Bohomism study of many cultures made him a differently thoughtful writer.

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Blackmail

A

luxurious Black Mercedes in front of

Andheri police station was waiting for someone. Since from the morning, chauffeur Dilip, waiting for his master in a white uniform.

That was one of the hottest afternoons of the season, in raw prisoner cell; sweating Ajaybhai was eagerly waiting for someone.

Ajaybhai was a very big business person. AC car, AC house, AC office.

In short, he was among such a wealthy person,

who does not know, when the weather changes. He was the employer of Twelve thousand people in the country and abroad.

Ajaybhai was too busy, However; one phone call has disrupted his life.

Scorching sunshine, closed room, thief ... ... the police officers, roaming alcoholics...

Ajaybhai was watching it silently from a corner. In life, he faced many difficulties. He always keeps himself immovable and unbreakable. In any tough and adverse circumstances A taxi parked in front of the police station and Advocate Mishra ji quickly inserted a five hundred Rupees note in the hands of a taxi man, 'stop‌ keep the change'.

Mishraji rushed to the inspector's Table, put some paper in front of him. The inspector gone through the papers and said loudly, "Jadhav, take out Ajaybhai". Ajaybhai a

powerful tycoon, today, he treated like a thief.

Constable took Ajaybhai to the inspector.

Inspector Sharma swings his hand in the air, that was the gesture for Ajaybhai to sit...

Disappointed Ajay sat on a wooden chair.

Sharmaji noticed the tension on his face and said to ease the stressful atmosphere, "Sorry Sir, it was my duty, in the media; 'V-Tu' had created a ruckus. We got pressure from head office, that’s… for scrutiny ... you understand it, sir”. Inspector Sharma offered a cutting Mumbaiyya tea glass towards Ajaybhai with prevenance.

With a soft sigh, Ajaybhai signed a paper showing an artificial smile on his face. Shake hands with Inspector Sharma. Advocate Mishraji said, "Sir, the driver is waiting from the morning, please come!". Ajaybhai responded with a soft voice 'Hoon'. Mishra ji noticed pain in Ajaybhai's voice. He quickly came out of the police station.

Ajaybhai Singhania was a famous international business tycoon. He was the ‘food provider’ of thousands of families as an employer through the business of import-export.

He was a philanthropist also.

Since from the morning, driver Dilip was waiting for his master, he ran to open the door, for Ajaybhai.

Ajaybhai used to sit in the left of the rear seat.. used to lift a bottle of water with the left hand, to take two sips. Mishra ji was aware of this habit. Therefore, he ran to the other side and sat behind the driver.

Ajaybhai holds his iPhone for a second and stretched his hand towards Dilip. Dilip was aware of his master’s habit. iPhone from master means to switch it off.

Before starting the car, Ajaybhai used to instruct where to go. The car was almost soundproof. There was a dead silence. Dilip

switched off the mobile. Through the rear mirror at the top, he looked into eyes with Mishra ji.

Mishra ji asked politely, "Sir, will you go home, or hotel Five Star?"

Ajay was lost in his self... He said, "Dilip, drop Mishraji at his office after taking me home."

Some aspects of Ajaybhai's temperament were very subtle However, humane. His behavior with his employees was full of love.

He could ask Mishra ji to get a taxi; However, Ajaybhai did not hesitate to send his two million worth car for Mishra ji to drop at his office.

The car started. She turned from Andheri Bandra towards Worli Sea Link. Rare traffic was on the road due to noon. Ajaybhai’s Mercedes was crushing the road from Worli sea link, at the top speed.

Due to the cold at sea, a light mist was near the water level. Her eyes were trying to see through the fog at the seaside of Dadar, he lost in the past...

Broken heart, Many stories..

A

jay and Shobha were watching the

sunset at Dadar Chow patty. Bhel (Indian street food snack) hawker was roaming around with his high aluminum bucket on the head. His eyes catch this couple. In his crisp voice he expresses his existence, 'Sir, madam bhel bhel .. dry bhel five rupees for two, five rupees for two'...

Shobha pointed out the hawker. Street children were playing on the front sand. Some children were busy riding on the camel. It was the era of the nineties seashore was very

quiet. There were a few ice cream hawkers ... and some couples involved in courtship.

At the horizon, the anglers’ boats and its shimmering light was reflecting in the water.

Slowly darkening the sky after crimson red ...

Shobha took two Bhels from the hawker asked Ajay to share one. Ajay accepted it quietly. It was his daily practice. Ajay had only a few bucks to get a bus ticket.

Ajay was the peon at one import-export firm where Shobha was the stenotypist in the same office. Shobha's father was a municipal teacher.

Somehow, the family was able to make both ends meet. To match the expenses in the city of Mumbai, Shobha’s mother was running a private mess. Ajay was one of the members of the mess.

A little acquaintance turned into a friendship.

The friendship did not turn into deep love.

Shobha's family was staying on the third floor in Dadar's one of the old 'Chali' (Old type of apartments in India). Ajay was sleeping in an 8-hour shift in the dormitory on the ground floor.

The dormitory was a ten by ten very old room.

In which six men sleep on the ground under the bed and six, on the bed. Twelve people sleep in a day and twelve people sleep in the night.

That was the cheapest place for working youth an inexpensive city called Mumbai. It has fifty rupees charge per month to sleep under the bed and a hundred rupees on the bed. Since Ajay was earning four hundred and fifty rupees per month, to sleep on the bed was a lavish luxury for him.

This was unaffordable for him. He was not even in a position to spend five rupees on street food like ‘bhel’.

Today there was a big issue discussed. Ajay began to eat bhel silently and did not even look at Shobha. Shobha clings closer to him.

The sun had set. Humidity and cold in the air had increased.

He felt a warm breath on his neck. Ajay noticed the heat of Shobha’s body, it was a little more today.

Shobha grabbed his right arm and shook him.

"Tell me ..." Ajay breathed deeply and said, "Shobha, you are right! Marrying me will ruin your life.

The love I feel. What was that? What was that all”? Shobha touches Ajay’s shoulder by her soft cheeks," Look Ajay love is different and marriage is different.

Without responsibilities, meeting in a garden for courtship, romance along the seashore, talking only good and romantic things is one aspect of life, and running a house is another

aspect. There doesn't need to be love between husband and wife.

This is happening for thousands of years. If a woman allows her husband to have sex, then in return, has to give her property, money, and comfort.

She gives birth to her husband's children again she needs money for the upbringing of those children.

Even in Stone Age, a woman living in a cave used to handle the cave, against which husband would have to share part of the hunt, food. In return, she gave sex and happiness to her husband. " After a pin-drop silent, she found a newspaper from purse raised in front of Ajay and she continued, "Look, nothing has changed even today. Read the ads of 'Matrimony' ...

Girls are looking for a man who has his own house, a good salary, a four-wheeler, a good

bank balance.

No girl has mentioned that she is looking for a good beautiful boy, even if he is earning nothing. And see what men want.. Beautiful, perfect figure girl, attractive skin complexion ... No one wants a highly intellectual girl, even if she has black skin tone, with ninety-kilo weight, with front teeth...

Please answer my question, if I were with blackface, knife-like teeth, the small nose would you have selected me as a lover?

Never!

Even today, the physical beauty of a woman is her ability to carry a child, to maintain a home.

The man‌the income! This shows that nothing has changed and nothing will change.

Try to understand some basic things. For a moment think, we both got married, so where will we stay? On a footpath or in a rented house... Then dragging the house will erase

my beauty. Your passion will decrease.

As soon as my beauty form reduced, your interest in me will end up. You will do the overtime to make both ends meet. Where will be the time for romance? " The sun was now shattered into ashes; few blood-red rays’ strokes were lingering behind, which were in hurry to return their home, to shut down themselves in darkness.

The sea birds were returning to their nests with chirping panic, However, loud voice They were flying in a tweet. Everyone had a home where everyone wanted to return. The sea waves were striking their heads on the stone to die.

Sea waves were making melancholy chubuk, chubuk noise adding the horror to make this evening uglier.

Away from the crowd of Mumbai .. The light of the beach hotels of Bandra was reflecting in the water. Unstable light was eating Ajay's heart. He looked at Shobha's face; cold air was blowing through her hair.

Her face was no longer visible properly in the dark.

Ajay asked slowly with a throbbing heart, "Did you promise someone to marry?"

While asking this question, Ajay could hear his heartbeat.

In response, Shobha holds his arm tightly and started rubbing her cheeks on his shoulders, she just sounded hum. Ajay caressed her head with his left palm and asked, "Who is he?"

In response, he replied, "Firm Owner, Motilal!"

Ajay shocked, and asked, "However, I have heard that Motilal has lost his wife in a car

accident, left a fourteen-year son behind "

Shobha carelessly replied, "Yes, I know. The day before yesterday I stayed for overtime, after seven o’clock in the evening. Suddenly, Motilal hugged me tightly and kissed me.

I protested a bit, however, at that time, I was feeling good. He asked me to follow into the cabin. I followed.

I was also enjoying whatever was happening. I demanded a certainty of marriage, Property, Car, Gold, lavish lifestyle everything.

He promised that I get whatever I want. In return, I have to take care of his house and a teenage child. " She stopped to breathe. Then sit back a little away from Ajay. She wrapped pallu (a long free part of Indian wear ‘saree’ ) over both the shoulders and said, "I talked to Papa. He was

very happy ".

After a little bit of peace, she said, "However, Ajay, our friendship will be there. If you ever need money, ask for it. " Very cold wind-wave blown. Ajay experienced it within his flesh from top to toe. For the first time in his life, he felt that he is deadly poor.

He disturbed by Shobha has thought procedure. Some people make big life decisions very casually... It was astonishing.

Last month, the head clerk, Johnny called Ajay to his table and handed over fifty rupees note.

Whispered, “I will come late after lunch. If the boss asks, told him I will return within ten minutes�.

Ajay asked, "However, where are you going for an hour?" "I am getting married!" Ajay thought Johnny must have been joking.

However, after two hours when Johnny came, all the signs of the bride were on his face and dress.

Ajay was looking at this aspect of life for the first time.

When he remembered this smile spread on his face in the dark. Which probably could not be noticed by Shobha. While standing up he said, "Shobha, it is getting dark. Let's go... " She stood up with the help of Ajay. She twitches her clothes.

Ajay was feeling hungrier than feeling bad.

They went together to Shobha's house. In the light of flicking forty volts bulb, four-five people were eating food inside. The slowmoving ceiling fan was over the head making some chock up noise. The smell of food and smoke spread in the room.

Ajay should wait to eat. He pulled out the from the pocket and started chewing grains by

relaxing to the wooden guardrail in the gallery. The soft grains and tongue have lost the taste either.

The appetite of the stomach was dominating over the taste. A song was playing in the adjacent room on Vividh Bharti radio... Vo tere pyar kaa gham ek bahana tha sanam (You betray with me and given lame excuses ... a classic Hindi sad song) Ajay was watching from the gallery, some children wanted to help the wounded puppy.

However, the puppy understood that human children would give him more pain.

The puppy was barking at them and trying to bite them either.

The light was flicking in every single room.

Somewhere, there was a fight between husband and wife.

Somewhere two women were quarreling. A

drunkard was screaming and crying in his sorrow.

In the dark, some young boys and girls were whispering in the corner. Whispering laughter was following in between.

Everyone's life was flowing in its way. Nobody was caring about anyone. Ajay's started thinking by standing and putting weight on a single leg‌

A Surprising Change….

H

uman emotions left behind in a race of

earning money ....

Before the sixties and seventies, era every lover wanted their love to transform into a marriage. Rather, people used to love only with marriage intention.

If they cannot get married, either then they commit suicide, or they would have gone crazy… the reason was, the society influenced by “idealism”.

After the eighties, the lovers didn't need to be husband or wife. Instead of “idealism”, Practical “Individualism” was dominating the society.

The stories of the cinema were changing too.

Everywhere life philosophy was changing.

Money became “God”. A God, who was not scaring people about sin. Rather, it was helping and happy to do the wrong things.

It was happening all over the world ...

After the eighties, a new wave swept the whole world. The wave was American culture.

Russia and America, after the Second World War, were the two great powers. However, Comrade Mikhail Gorbachev initiated the revolution of 'Perestroika and Glasnost'. As a

result, Russia broke down, and only one supreme power survived the whole world; America

The American culture gradually began to swallow other great cultures of the world, like a python dragon. Two world wars made many countries economically and politically poor and unstable.

Because of which scholars, artists, technicians, scientists took shelter in the United States. So the United States became more prosperous. As a result, the whole world starts to look at America as heaven.

Whatever came from the United States in the era of eighties, everyone accepted it with reverence. In which good things have spread and worst.

American hippie culture left its impact very badly on the world of other cultures.

It influenced Hindustani culture also.

Everything changed into American style, the Clothes, hairstyles, home furniture, everything..

It was part of the culture for thousands of years with the new God, called “Money”!

By then, a common person respects the elders more than money. Until then love was important. However, after the eighteenth decade, personal interests were more important than emotions.

Humans start to convert as a self-oriented ‘selfish’ creature.

Ideas of sacrifice for others turned as a foolish deed. Brothers became enemies while getting a father’s property.

Great social workers, teachers who taught the students by cutting belly exist no longer.

Corrupt politicians and underworld reached

the extremes, these schools of thoughts stabbed the “idealism�.

Numerous educated girls like understood their selfish interests.

The importance parameters.

of

money

Shobha

has

new

We have lost the lovers from the era of fifties sixties who after the failure in love created excellent masterpieces.

They mold their romantic energy into creating art forms like songs, music, literature.

After the eighties, the basics of human society changed and great compositions ceased.

Shobha was the representative of this change.

A radical change took place in the personal lives of women, by contraceptive pills.

The woman was unable to enjoy love and sex with the fear of pregnancy. However, now she

started to enjoy love and sex without pregnancy fear. She broke all the limits and started to ask for her happiness through orgasm.

Instead of 'giving' pleasure to man, she started “to ask� for pleasure from a man. A great change!

Life took speed.

More fast vehicles.

To fulfill one requirement there are plenty of products. Similarly, many girls in the life of a boy, and many boys in the life of a girl became a common casual thing.

A hundred years ago, there was only one cloth for a woman to wear. Which might get once in a couple of years. Now the new clothing of women introduced 'five clothes'. It could easily be purchased every month.

Men are obliged to wear four clothes at the place of two garments.

Due to the abundance of things, the emotional attachment with the objects and the humans started decreasing.

Now it is instant to get man or woman to love, to break, or to get another partner. No one has time to cry, because life has got speed .. more speed...

"Come on, Ajay, now it’s your turn to take dinner” Shobha’s mother shouted because Ajay lost him in his thoughts. He came out of the flood of thoughts. He ate at the maximum.

It was Eleven o'clock at night. He was feeling restless. He sat outside the room, on an old bench.

He was looking at people living like animals inside. All came to Mumbai to earn money.

Everyone was a living machine. Those were martyrs of their families, toiling very hard at

any cost.

They work the very hard whole year and then visit the village on a month's holiday. Then they have extended honeymoon with the wife.

Within a month, they finish quota of a year.

Many men from villages come to Mumbai in search of bread and butter.

One matured desert strong man was snoring heard in the room. His abdomen was rising up and down, Ajay was laughing at this scene.

Yesterday he was telling, 'Ajaybhai there are hundreds of villages in our desert where only women are dwelling. All men go to the city.

If any man visits the village, he can enjoy many women. Besides, it does not seem to be anything wrong. Do women have no feelings?

Nothing is wrong’.

Culture, rituals, ethics are left behind in the race to get money.

The clock struck two at night. One or two vehicles were passing by with noise.

There was an old mansion on the opposite side, which was empty. Due to random bushes and trees around it created a more frightening scene.

Due to the wind, the shadow of the tree was moving. The beggars, the drug addicts were sleeping near the mansion.

The local train was passing by with some intervals having some rhythmic presence at midnight.

With that sound some drunkards at footpath singing loudly with abuses and fighting among them.

The dog's season has begun. Ten twelve dogs were behind a lady dog (bitch) Some furry with wounds, some wounded, moaning, some barking. Young dogs, old dogs, male dogs, lame dogs all were fighting to get the bitch.

After the stomach's appetite, sex hunger in dogs and humans is the same.

The only difference is that dogs did not know how to buy sex with money.

Dogs fight to plant his seeds. And humans sell or buy sex to enjoy ...

Two mysterious women were near the tree beneath the municipal light. Few libertines might be interested in them. Perhaps in the dark, it was courtesan business.

Ajay was watching it from a broken bench outside the room. The patrolling police carriage vehicle came. There was a sound like zapaa zap dhapaa dhap. The carriage arrested both women and took away‌ Moreover, there was a deep silence.

The cold air made Ajay dozy on the bench.

His brain was thinking about half-illumination.

Only the men are responsible to create

prostitute is a great superstition in society.

The women who wish to enjoy free sex, who willingly want to go with many men, women who do not want to work hard to live, or who hate her own body, who find this body as a shop and by their own will wants to go under prostitution, what about them?.

The body offered to trade by those women who want to do so. Otherwise, there is no shortage of employment in the city to earn respectful money.

Some men look normal, However, they distorted within inside, like that some women look normal, However, they are contorted from inside. 'Porn' is not limited only to the men; we have to accept this reality.

The law held responsible for men for trollop women. It is time to see another part of the picture.

Women do have feelings of sensual desires.

Moreover, not believing this means a challenge to her existence as a human being.

Can anyone refuse the fact that the head of any brothel is a woman? Who keeps men as a pimp with her.

Many Parlous, Clubs, Five Star Hotels, High Societies, have hidden hooker business. This is beyond earning money.

Alcohol and prostitution are as old as human culture.

In every age, the self-declared culture moral police concern of these subjects.

While thinking about prostitutes and society, he did not know when he fell asleep.

In the morning, he wakes up with traffic noise.

He looked at the wristwatch it was eight A.M. He ordered a cutting tea to the tea maker, and ate two loaves with it. He just sprinkles some water on the face and fresh an up.

At the nearby station, he waited for the bus.

In a while, 422 number double Decker bus came. People were hanging outside. Still, fivesix brave men ran against the bus ... and they got into the bus. This is the beauty of the city of Mumbai. Here is a place for everyone. Just one must be brave.

There was no change in Shobha's behavior in the office. It was difficult for Ajay to understand her.

Somewhere he had read ...

A man needs many women to fulfill one need, whereas a woman needs different men to meet different needs‌

Woman's strength

A

jay left the job.

Shobha was doing overtime every day with Motilal. She cleverly collected ten times more money by overtime. Shobha's father was happy with a sudden increase in income.

However, he emphasized that now Motilal should marry Shobha.

Time flies... Three years passed.

Even after the marriage, Shobha used to come

to the office every day. She knew everything in the office. There was no point to sit idle at home.

Now there was a strange change in her life.

She used to work in an office for more time than regular; she stopped to get any salary or overtime. Just at the place of Steno, everyone used to say "Madam Seth".

Now she was working at the office and handling the house of the Boss with a teenage child. Now she was working exactly double for the boss.

Earlier, her labor was worth getting money, however, now her work named 'duty'.

Suddenly the value of her labor, turn to zero.

In India, women can earn money, however, she does not allow them to keep or spend money at their desire. Therefore, she has given a sari, which does not have a pocket.

She used to ask for money from her father at

home, now she has to ask for money from her husband. However, papa immediately offers money. He never asked about it.

However, now the husband asks a hundred questions. Later on, she has to settle the account with her husband too.

There was no freedom to Shobha. If she tries to discuss this topic with anyone people laugh at her with remark why you need money?

Now you are the wife of a millionaire. Shobha knows, 'Yes, such a mistress who cannot even purchase a slipper at her own.’ On the first Diwali, (The biggest Indian festival in winter) she came to the mother’s home.

She often asks herself, who made this practice all over the world, that a girl has to go to husbands home leaving parents, after the marriage?

She was crying with her mother until late at night. Mother allowed her to cry.

Mother reveals life secret, "Look, a woman is a multi-dimensional person. She is a friend, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter-in-law, and a mistress also. Learn to manage it. Do not feel it’s a burden.

The power of the woman is different. Try to recognize your strengths.

Marriage, for women, means stability, family, and responsibility.

For men, marriage means only sex. So make it your strength. Slowly you will learn it. Then the husband will come in your control.

Shobha asked, "Mother, both of us work in the same office. Still, when he comes home, he sits in front of the TV. Do nothing.

However, I have to stand up in the kitchen again, until eleven o'clock at night. After cleaning the kitchen, when I go to bed, the husband asks services as a wife. What to do I am broken! "

Mother laughs at her "Dear, do you think that in this world you are an only woman who has got such a husband?

Every husband in this world is like this. You must have seen Husband watching TV, actually surfing channels restlessly.

You may feel that he is doing nothing. And if you tell him some domestic work, then he gets suddenly burst out in anger.

Shobha said loudly, "Yes mother, exactly."

"Listen, we ladies can clean or cut vegetables while watching TV. We expect husband should do the same thing while watching TV he should help in domestic work, However, he actually cannot.

Nature has not made males for multiple works at a time. He literally cannot work while watching TV. Let me explain. This has been happening for

thousands of years. Since the Stone Age, Men used to go hunting all day in the forest, under the sun, in the rain.

Under any conditions. In any season.

Sometimes successful, sometimes wounded, sometimes unsuccessful, sometimes nothing for many days...

After returning home (cave) in the evening, he would give hunt and food in the female’s hand and then sits in front of fire outside the cave, quietly.

However, mind it, he was not silent within himself.

Thoughts were gushing in his mind. Ideas, strategies, planning for tomorrow, future thoughts‌ He was collecting energy, for tomorrow.

Now TV has taken place of that fire. If he is surfing channels fast, means he is more

restless. Do not disturb him for half an hour.

If you disturb him while surfing, he will break on you up in the bed.

Due to stress a man may smoke, drink as if that he performs sex. His energy dismissed makes him tired, and allows him to sleep peacefully.

The deeper sleep guarantees more energy, less sleep more disturbances.

Nature has given the responsibility of carrying the human race, to males than females.

Because of which he will always think about sex. Nothing is wrong in it.

If a man has intercourse with one thousand women then one thousand children can be born. However, a woman can produce a maximum of sixteen children.

That is why a woman libido gets limitations as soon as she becomes a mother.

After becoming a mother, women's sex need gets emancipated, now she starts the fight with her husband by not co-operating with him while having sex.

Did you know when a woman becomes fleshly lustful? Not at the age of sixteen...

After the age of forty!

Kids now have grown up, they independent, not mama oriented.

are

All in-laws get older or might be dead. Her name is on a property, sizable own bank balance.

Now the need for a husband is finished.

A man should never keep the sole name of his wife on a property, always should be a joint name and bank account. If any woman got property on her sole name, she may treat her husband as a beggar.

In the past, there were joint families and

woman name not recognized on properties.

Therefore, she had endured the oppression, being dependent on food and shelter. " Shobha was listening with great attention.

Mom continued... “Listen, man can concentrate on one thing at a time. If he got a phone call while watching T.V. He will reduce the volume of the TV and then only he can respond to phone calls. While a woman can talk on the phone while watching TV. She can cut vegetables at the same time and if a crow is sitting in the window, she will blow it away.

Yes, a woman does not get a salary for her services. However, add your name on the property, take a car loan by your name, and make jewelry.

If you calculate salary... Suppose, fifty thousand rupees then get ornaments of rupees one lakh in a year. Just change the way

of calculation ".

Shobha declared that she is planning for a child. Mother asked if she is ready to sacrifice five years of her life.

Shobha asked, "For what?"

Mother said, "From the time you get pregnant, till delivery and afterward the child is dependent on the mother till it goes to primary school.

Five years will shoot at jet speed with the child’s care.

And ultimately you will achieve nothing…"

Mother saw somewhere far away in the dark, took a deep breath, and lost in herself.

Shobha was listening quietly… and someone lights up serial firecrackers. The fireworks of the firecrackers were bursting with cracks and cracks.

A huge grey thick smoke balloon spread in the atmosphere. Mother wiped her eyes with Saree pallu. However, Shobha doubt that the mother was weeping under the guise of smoke.

In between mom fetch chakli and karanji (special Indian regional sweets made at the festival of light called Diwali.) and placed it in front of Shobha.

Shobha understood that mother is going to open many secret stories of her life today.

Shobha saw colorful designs on the black sky by pyrotechnics. Exquisite‌ Extremely Amazing ... Shobha remembered childhood when she used to play with fireworks with friends. In her childhood in Diwali, it used to be very cold.

However, now it was quite warm.

Mother sat near the window. A small old bed was just below the window. It used for sitting

and emergency beds for guests.

Shobha knew that whenever her mother lost in retro, she chooses a sit in the window and observe “the square piece of the sky� for hours.

Before marriage, every girl's sky is eternal.

However, after the marriage, her sky shrinks to just a square piece.

After the marriage, the girl loses her own life.

Shobha's mother, Devika, was married thirty years ago and shifted to a ten by ten room.

Since then, she turned as a machine like a Robot.

Devika was a very promising girl in school.

Devika’s father spells no bounds when a municipal teacher from Mumbai asked him about his interest in Devika.

The unfortunate father was not aware that..his daughter spent childhood days in a

big seven-room mansion-like house. The village of hundred houses was her playground.

That girl, Devika was supposed to imprison in Mumbai, for a lifetime.

Only this jail's name was 'the room'!

The jailer was called 'Husband'.

All friends fascinated by thoughts about the Mumbai visit. They plan to visit Mumbai with Devika to watch movies in the theater, having delicious food at the hotel, will see high-rise buildings, roam around in the garden. Have fun at the seashore...

However, in Mumbai friends saw; Small rooms, dark narrow lanes .. small toilets.

Villagers were habitual to get fresh under the open sky.

In Mumbai chawl it has common toilets with knocking at the door and people standing in queue for their turn ... it was a lot of trouble.

.. All disappointed friends returned. However, Devika was helpless she did not have any choice. She has to adjust himself.

She stayed lonely in the room throughout the day. It was difficult to pass time; sometimes she read or just lies on the bed. Or keep gazing to the square piece of the sky, for hours and hours together. A cute talkative girl forced in life prison, reluctant to speak with anyone.

A man called husbands, routine defined. He comes late in the evening. He orders for tea and gets fresh up.

Then set out for a stroll around with a friend, until late. If Devika tries to say something, he responds nothing.

He used to sleep immediately after dinner.

With whom should Devika talk? In the beginning, it was difficult for her to get adjusted.

Then gradually she understood that her husband is a schoolteacher! He must be speaking throughout the day.

So his ‘words quota’ might be exhausted.

Therefore, he might not be able to speak at home.

A man, average, speaks seventeen hundred words throughout the day. A woman speaks sixty to seventy thousand words.

This is one of the reasons some women have great difficulty while communicating with husbands. 'He' does not speak much.

After the news of conceiving, Devika's husband laughs sincerely. After the birth of a girl child Shobha, his laughter vanished in thin air.

He believed a girl child is a burden. One day she goes to another home. Perhaps the same thinking is there in many Indian homes.

Shobha came closer to her mother and asked, "Mother you were telling something." Devika replied, "Yes, as soon as you get pregnant your husband will turn to your foe.

Things will be normal for about four months then the mess will start�.

"How?" Shobha asked a question with a child’s innocence.

Devika took a deep breath and said, "Husband does not care what is in your womb. He just wants a woman ... in the bed. After the fourth month, mating stops completely. Then, in the fifth month, he will be successful in controlling his libido.

However, in the sixth, the seventh month he will go crazy.

Due to the responsibility of you and the fetus to be born he will not visit any prostitute.

In the seventh eighth month, husbands start

quarrels, turns violent. In the ninth month, he will calm down. Until then he understands the importance of the safety of mother and child.

Anyway, in the ninth month, your condition will be very miserable. Eager waiting is supposed to be at the end. However, meanwhile, some husbands try from the backside without caring for anything. " Devika looked far away somewhere in the dark, her face was filled with painful sadness.

She held her breath tightly. She pressed her lips tightly. As if she was hiding something with a heavy heart.

Shobha was restless at the mother’s gesture.

As women, both wanted to share grief among themselves. However, the invisible obstacle of a relation called mother and daughter create hesitation.

A scream came out from her mother’s tight lips, covered her face with pallu, and started

crying badly. Shobha leans forward and hugs her mother. Now Shobha was the mother and Devika was her child.

Both started sobbing loudly. Then Devika came out of grief. Both calm down.

Shobha realized that this might be the story of every woman. Devika got up. She had blown her nose and clear tears. Asked Shobha, "Would you like to have some tea?" Shobha replied, "Let's make a strong tea together" Again, both became friends. Suddenly the distance of age, relation vaporized. Sniffing the aroma of tea, Papa said, "Hey ladies, give me also a cup of tea".

By giving tea to Papa, both again came to the window and sat again.

Mother asked the formal question, "How is your husband's practice? How is your son’s study?"

Suddenly Shobha remembered something.

Bouncing herself she murmured to herself, "oh, I forgot something ...". She pulled out a bag, which was under the bed.

She handed over some new and some old sarees (Indian women wear) to mother. She also added a new shirt and towel for the father and some "showpieces".

Mother said, "My child, I understood e clothes. I did not understand these "showpieces"? " Shobha said," Mother, my husband brings some new things to our flat, so what to do with these old things? Therefore...".

Papa listens to the dialogue. He entered, "So you thought, parents house is a garbage store.

Throw the garbage here and you will be happy with the thought that you have given ‘something’ to parents. The husband will be happy to see garbage is removed... " Shobha

was surprised at him.

Mother tries to handle the situation, “Look Shobha, now you stop giving us gifts! We have a small room. Your showpiece will look beautiful in your Flat only. " Papa got furious, “Go and donate it to any old age home. Then one day send us at old age home. " She put things back in the bag and try to decorate words to release the serious atmosphere, “Papa, it’s a wrong perception that a daughter-in-law or a son or a daughter is a villain who sends old person at old age home.

Older also have some bad qualities that many times they have to send forcefully to the old age home.

With the new generation, they could not adjust. They irritate, fight, and keep on tickling fights. They try to have dictatorship at home.

They do not understand that time is changed.

They believe, not a single person than himself is perfect.

An elderly person of our neighborhood had sent to the old age home because he found unwanted pictures of ‘playboy’ and ‘women’ under his bed. He behaved horrible; with a four-year-old niece. Tell me ... ".

Papa said, "Maybe you are right. An old age home is a great place. Yes, I should have kept you in the hostel when you were studying in the fifth standard.

However, we were not selfish.

Beyond everything, there is a sense of responsibility ". Shobha understood that the father took her joke seriously. He started vibrating with a gush of emotions.

Shobha took out Kashmiri shawl from the bag and kept on the father’s right shoulder.

The fragrance of new cloth has fascinated the father. Her eyes smiled, as shawl's warmth was very sweet. He went to sleep.

Shobha kept a pink scarf in her mother's hand. Mother's eyes were shining. To use these expensive clothes for her was like a dream for life.

Shobha gives some money to her mother.

Mother was uncomfortable at money. Shobha quote, "If it was your son, wouldn’t you accept it?" Devika hesitates a little. However, accepted it and went into the kitchen.

She came with a brass box and kept money carefully in it. Then she went back to the kitchen with a box. Shobha was waiting for her mother. However, even after a long pause, she did not come back.

Therefore, Shobha peeps in the kitchen. Her father was trying to snatch the money from

her mother.

Shobha asked, "What are you doing Papa?"

Father burst out in anger, "I do not want sonin-law’s money, we do not want to get insulted by you either. There is no need to make us realize our poverty.

I know you are rich, do not show your wealth to us. Why you came to us putting gold ornaments? Why did you do this, to show that I was unable to purchase jewelry for your mother? Get out of this house”.

The mother was trying to shut him up and was trying to snatch money from him. ”Do not feel bad about this, it's just like this ..." The mother tried to patch up the scene.

However, Shobha moved in heart, father’s arrow-like words pierced her brain. She went on the bed and cried a lot.

She got up at five o'clock found her mother

completely fresh!

Yesterday’s burning night did not leave ashes mark on her face. With great affection she awakened Shobha and said smiling, "Come on, my child gets up, new Diwali has brought new life to us ...".

A change...

S

hobha's son completed four years, now

he was too naughty.

New color TV entered in the market, so in Shobha’s house with hundreds of cable channels on it. Now children were addicted to cartoons on TV. Instead of eating, kids were

more interested in cartoons. Shobha and every young mother were running after kids to feed them.

Many habits including food for thousand years are going to change now.

Grandmothers, mothers had cooked the food by boiling in water according to tradition. New packed food started flooding in the market ...

Junk Food, packed food accompanied by Cold drinks; Millions of dollars spent on the research of the taste.

The new generation liked and got addicted fast to this junk food.

Mother’s traditional boiled food proved tastelessness in front of junk food.

The worst effect of junk food is now affecting western society. It’s not obesity or deceases... it’s about the stress in family relations. Indians

know ‘the way of the human heart passes through the stomach’.

Means a homemade delicious food is the guarantee of love and affection within the family.

Unfortunately, Americans do not know this.

When a child gets factory-made junk food, one of the strong bonding agents is lost in between mother and a child.

When a child was getting Mom made food, he took his Mom as a superwoman with respectful special bonding.

Factory-made junk food has converted the young generation into a robot-like machine, which has no emotions with mother.

One day when parents get very old, they become useless so thrown away ruthlessly in 'old age home'.

Motilal has given video games to the eldest son. For twenty-four hours, he was either shooting a duck or killing soldiers.

Due to this, the eldest son became completely dreaded. He always talks about hitting and killing. He became violent stubborn.

Around seventh years a child realizes his mom has no respect in the family she has no brain because his dad and the elderly members of the house say so.

Around twelfth years he realizes Papa does not understand and handle new gadgets, like smartphones, he thinks himself smarter than his Papa.

After the sixteenth years, he starts to feel school teachers are fools.

With the feeling of a grown-up, a child became very careless.

Electronic Entertainment separated humans from each other.

The young generation became ferocious. The result of this all over the world middle-class families youngsters go attracted to the underwear world.

Games played on the ground to streamline the energy of the youth, now there are no playgrounds in the cities. Now youth closed in rooms, with a violent virtual world, so youth energy is trying to escape by adventurist mafia-style, criminals, or a politician.

Time was moving fast. The Indian governments were also falling ... and their policies were changing too.

Suddenly there was a recession in the market.

Family expenses were increasing. There was a sudden drop down in Motilal's health.

Inflation began to rise.

How He started the business From the scratches

A

jay left the job at Motilal i.e. now

belongs to Shobha's.

He was thinking to go to his native place, however, was unable to make it. He left the dormitory in Shobha’s 'Chawl'.

He was under depression. Throughout the day, he kept wandering around.

He was traveling in the local train without a

ticket. Then Ticket Collector put him behind the bars.

He was happy behind the bars because there he was able to get food two times.

Then after several incidences, the rail staff observes his trick. Then they stop him to arrest, as the Ticket Collector staff also has targets for 'penalty recovery'. By arresting people like Ajay, their records may spoil.

This way Ajay's bread earning way was blocked.

One afternoon he was at Matunga railway station sitting in a gloom. Bearded, scrawny, dirty shirt, scattered hair...

A train stopped. Some people descend. One of them was Ajay's desert man, a roommate. A hefty character ... stood up in front of Ajay.

He said, "Brother, where are you?"

He felt pity for Ajay. He marks up and said, "Come follow me". Like a machine, Ajay followed him. At a distance of Matunga station, they reached a small tea stall.

Soon as they sat on the table, he shouted, "Two Cutting tea with Vada Pav (a popular Mumbai snack)".

The boy runs to fulfill the order by keeping other work aside. Ajay thought within himself, 'Man, he must be a don of this area'. Ajay got new energy after gulping hot tea and Vada Pav. This hefty man got up and sat at the counter to see the accounts. Ajay was watching everything from a corner.

After two hours he again said, 'Come'.

After a short walk, they entered in a lunch home. At that place, also this man was

behaving like Don! He asks Ajay to eat whatever he wants. At around 3 o'clock the customers reduced. After finishing all the work, he came an sit in front of Ajay.

"Brother, will work with me?" Ajay was shocked by his words.

"Listen, our community helps each other to establish and grow business. Any rich man from the community opens a hotel or shop in Mumbai, in which he keeps servants and assistance from our village community.

A few years later the servant becomes the owner himself by learning intricacies of the business. Our community lends money on one percent interest. Repayment is through earnings.

My younger brother and I opened these two hotels together.

However, the problem is my brother got seriously wounded due to boiling oil last week.

He hospitalized in Sion Hospital. Now I have the responsibility of two hotels.

A tea stall is small, However, the customer flow is more...

This lunch home is big However, customers are there in the afternoon, only for two to three hours.

Please handle this lunch home. There are four boys at work. They are illiterate and new to the city. However, they are faithful.

You just give me the amount of my loan and keep the rest for you. If I fail to repay the loan, I may be in a soup at, village community.

All the working boys sleep here at night. You can also sleep here. I may sometimes join you. " Ajay thank God for this offer. Now the bread

and butter were gifted by God along with a free place to sleep.

Ajay was a hard-working person who accepted the offer.

This opportunity has made a solid impact on Ajay’s life. Suddenly he turned from a toiling person to a minor However, the owner.

Ajay was very happy at this point in life.

His brain started working fast. He printed a beautiful menu card. From Churchgate Fashion Street he bought a new sky blue shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes.

He was looking like a successful man in new clothes.

He has a masculine personality with five feet six inches height little dark complexion, However, with a handsome face. He always felt that he is not born for minor acts in life.

He did not get a school degree However, he

had tremendous will power. He strengthened his weakness.

He started his life as a worker. The worker is the one who only works physically, never uses the brain.

He was the peon. Then he promoted as the main ‘supervisor’. The supervisor is the one who only obeys the orders and get work done from workers.

He saw Chartered Accountants, Engineers, are Middle-class intellectuals. Who use their knowledge for others! However, they have a lack of self-motivation. He saw a selfmotivated person with tremendous will power could only become the owner of the business.

The process of becoming a master for intellectuals is very slow. Their will power always defeated my logical mind. They are poor decision-makers.

They can solve difficult problems based on

knowledge. However, they ask illiterate mom or less educated wife whether to quit the job and start their own business or not! Fear of failure continues them to be employees throughout life.

The process of becoming the owner of labor is immediate. The laborer has nothing to lose even if he fails.

Middle-class intellectual families worry too much about failure. Therefore, they prefer a safe cage and compelled to eat without risks.

The responsibilities in the job situation are limited.

The intellectuals listen taunting and mental torcher from the boss, they try to change boss by changing jobs, but in vain. Only the face of the boss changes else things remain the same.

They keep dreaming to become a boss one day.

Life vanishes in thin air.

Self-created master with strong will power has the power to influence the world.

This era started in Ajay's life.

The foundation of business is not a 'capital', however, a risk taken with determinant confidence.

Ajay’s was like BLACKMAIL. He started systematic marketing by visiting nearby offices. He started the coupon system.

If someone buys coupons in bulk, able to get a discount of twenty percent... This formula proved a smash hit.

The kitchen was dirty and black at the rear end. He shifted it at the front so that customers can see the quality of ingredients used.

Rather than a typical counter, he developed a system. At every order, two bills created. The waiter has to deposit a bill in the kitchen and

accept payment with counterfoil himself.

As a result, traditional labor was saved.

Extra space created.

More than the taste, he started paying more attention to cleaning and waiters' manners, which liked by everyone.

In the era of nineties, South Indian Shetty people landed in Mumbai's food industry with their South Indian breakfast. Those restaurants were very popular.

The factor behind their success was cleanliness, uniformed waiters, clean kitchens, and attractive interior.

Even the neon signboards attract general public attention. 'Ram Bharose Hindu Hotel' concept replaced, by south Indian restaurants.

Ajay just copied their step.

He knew, to get success, follow the successful person’s footprints.

Due to all efforts, customers began to flow inside.

Cleaning did at every night. Ajay used to sleep late at night. The tiredness of the day transformed into a sweet and sound sleep.

He did not have a minute’s break from work, as a result, he did not remember the moments enjoyed with Shobha.

That was a lazy Sunday afternoon; in a slack mood, he was feeling dozy in a chair.

The restaurant closed for the public. Workers were enjoying their weekly off.

He was watching, a forlorn old mother, her young girl, and helpless ten-year-old boy crossed footpath and sat in front of his restaurant, on the road.

Mother wrapped in a tattered old sari. Hair was scattered due to a lack of attention.

Perhaps they were lost in a giant city called

Mumbai. The girl was slim However, with a sharp nose and bright eyes.

The sloppy dress was against her modesty, which unclogged her shame; her attempt to cover herself was making the girl even more miserable.

The boy was trying to hide in a torn ‘pallu’ of a scared mother.

That lazy afternoon of Sunday was carrying very low traffic on the hot street. The hot steam from the road was coming up.

Helpless mother spread her hands and asked, "Babu (sir) can we get some water for thirsty throats ".

Ajay fetched some water. They all pounce on water.

Ajay's heart trembled with compassion be seeing this. The child entreats, "Babuji (sir), we are walking for four days running dizzy, craving for food."

Mother shouted at him in that condition also, "why begging, I am still alive. Do not beg for bread. " Ajay had seen and tested many. He had seen hundreds of customers and beggars until date.

However, his sixth sense reported him as they might belong to some decent family.

Sister also reprimand in fluent English, "Can’t you stay hungry for a day? Let me manage something".

Ajay was shocked at her command of language.

Either his eyes were swindler, or his ears were

cheating. His curiosity about these people, speaking in English increased. What might have happened with this family? What might have gone wrong?

What circumstances push them in such a condition?

The girl struck some water on her face and got fresh.

Her complexion was fair, the water droplets on her black hair were shining like diamonds in the heat of the afternoon. She asked Ajay directly, "can you offer me any work?

Cleaning, washing dishes, cooking ... anything ".

Her voice has a strange pain However, a glimpse of self-esteem.

Ajay fetch lumps of bread and some stale food.

The girl stood up sharply, "We are not

beggars.. ". Ajay turned towards mother and said in a very slow voice, "Mother, I am a businessman too. I am not giving it free. It is a loan from me. When you earn, pay for it with interest ".

The old woman looked at him and smiled faintly, helplessly. At that time, some tears roam around her cheeks and went into the hot land; which evaporated within a fraction. She took bread and placed it in front of her son.

Then she offered one to her daughter.

Ajay knew that stomach hunger makes a person a violent demon.

Offering bread to a hungry person is a great virtue.

All three were deadly mad after food. After finishing, they sat in the shade, on the ground.

They thank Ajay with folded hands. ( An Indian ‘thanking’ way.) It could read in their eyes, that they have discovered a God.

Ajay pointed out and all three sat on a 'bench'. The old woman's gain some confidence.

She started speaking, "You are a very noble and kind-hearted person! God bless you. " She lost in her thoughts. Like a machine, she grabbed a rotten pallu (saree cloth) in the right hand and put it on dry eyes. There was still slight humidity in her eyes. She mumbles herself "His father is no more ..."

"Freaky insane... hanged himself... Before two months ... Always mention‌ this time cottonseeds planted and if it does not rain then I will die.

We are farmers, we do not have income whole year-round. Urban people are salaried.

We the farmers visit moneylenders every month and take fix loan. To earn both ends meet. Due to compound interest, the amount of debt increases almost ten times.

Then we get a crop, crop gives money ... the whole amount has to give to a moneylender.

Then we have to borrow again... and again and more.

Inflation continues to grow.

We had a diesel pump to lift water from well.

The price of diesel shoot up the sky... sold pump in scratches.

We put an electric pump… However, no electricity for fourteen hours...

Once it was insects attack… The manufacturer, immediately, started hoarding. The chemicals disappeared from the drug store… and then the company started to sell it in the black market and earn four times more profit.

Big peasants took deep bore wells for water.

In the greed of water, they boar deeper and deeper... Soak the entire water under the land.

The blood-sucking monsters to the Mother Earth... they are demon robbers ... ". Her breath was fast as she was upset with anxiety.

The girl said consolation voice, "Forget it mom, and please do not mention it."

Without giving attention to the girl, she said, "Nana kaka the neighbor warned ‘This time the government has got cotton seeds from abroad, which is useless. Plow something else, however, not cotton... My husband did not pay attention to him and sowed the same seed, as it was cheaper than other seeds.

See the fun of God, the rain was better than other seasons. However, the cottonseed turned out to be 'barren'. .. he lost his courage ".

Suddenly she became silent, maybe the movie of her life was flashing through the mind.

Then she continued like paranoid, "one fine morning ... he said... I am going‌I thought he

must be going to the farm ...However, he has gone far away…". Now she left ‘pallu’ and caught the head with both hands.

"Nanu ran madly to me. With lunatic loud voice ‘Sister, sister Kisan hanged himself.

Hanged .. I pulled down the corpse by my hands…. Cold... like ice!

I was penniless to buy wood to burn his cadaver. I buried him. Why should I cry? "She continued with scratching head by both the hands.

"Sarpanch, a village leader insisted me to come to Mumbai. He planned to apply for state government aid of one lakh (a hundred thousand rupees.) I came with both the children. Being a drunkard, he disappeared in the crowd.

Government Officers at Ministry ruthlessly told every day more than two hundred farmers hang themself.

Everyone comes to us. Why should we listen to you? You beautiful peasant ladies have extramarital affair and husband hangs himself… and you try to denigrate the government ".

She looked at Ajay she said, "Babu, every day two hundred farmers are getting hanged and the politicians and bureaucrats... no one cares.

They are earning a handsome salary increase in inflation means an increase in their salary.

Bureaucrats never understand our pain” Her body was trembling due to the excitement. Her grating voice became sharper.

Her throat dried due to extreme heat.

She adds further in jarring voice, "One bastard officer said my wife is gone for delivery. Send your girl to serve me. I will get all the money for you. Such a Pimp…

Kids’ grandfather was a much-respected man in our canton. He was a God-man. He built

many temples. For thousands of people in the temple, he used to give food free ... and this pimp is asking a girl to be a mascot. " The mother's eyes were sparkling with anger.

The girl hugged the old woman. The mother started crying with pain and grief... The child came and wipe out the mother's tears. Said, "Don’t worry mom I am here!"

By listening to this, Ajay found his throat choked up with emotions. At this early stage, he was matured, before time.

The girl turned to Ajay and said, "Shall we die after the dead? I explained to my mother ...

'Mother, all Men are very weak, they immediately accept defeat at life.

Why he commit suicide? Even if, has debt.

Does any woman commit suicide due to debt?

Never! A woman shows courage after the suicide of a husband. She manages to feed kids. She pulls life forward ".

Stunned Ajay was listening to the story of an unknown girl.

"I told officer, your stony-hearted government is offering ‘prize money’ at death, of one lakh Rupees. To get this ‘prize’ farmer decides to martyr for family. Stop this policy. King of Hell gives reward for suicide. " Now Ajay started respecting this unknown girl with her thought procedure. He listened to a scholar girl. It was the first time for him.

"How ‘ninny hammers’ the farmer is if he is not getting expected compensation from middleman he throws out tomatoes, onions, milk on road.

He believes Mahatma Gandhiji's philosophical path of call for non-cooperation, will be as effective as British raj. However, He forgets this government is not British... this government belongs to filthy rich farmers of co-operative movement and businesspersons.

No one here understands the pain of a farmer.

What does He get by throwing farm produce?

Nothing. The government has no policy to make compulsion on intermediaries and traders to pay the minimum price to farmers.

I told father, forget government, and forget traders do not throw produce. Let us arrange a tempo, go to town, and sell it our self. Who can stop us, no one.. “she stopped suddenly.

"Everything ends with death..."

Ajay was thinking something. Said, "Hey old lady, I'm alone in this Metro. I have stumbled much. If you give me support, if you share your labor in the business, then I will also get support.

I will hire a room. I will pay the rent. However, every day you have to prepare food for me. I am tired of the restaurant’s food. I forget the taste of home food.

Do not go for dirty work of ‘housekeeping’.

Every day, I will manage vegetables from the Byculla market. Sell it in Bandra on the head.

By the evening, two hundred rupees will be four hundred.

I will arrange a job for your girl at Dadar, where I was working previously. For your son, home tuition could arrange. You people have to toil hard than average.

In two to four months, everything will be ok.

What do you think?” There were thousands of questions in the eyes of a Girl.

Ajay continued, “I am helping you, because once upon a time an angel-like good man helped me too. Tonight you guys sleep here ".

At four o’clock in the morning, Ajay awakened Kaushalya Bai. At the railway station which train arrives where, what is up, down, central, western, harbor line, while

explaining it they reached Byculla.

He bought a big 'paati' (basket) and bought vegetables at very cheap rates.

Kaushalyabai was a peasant woman. She has a habit to balance vegetables on the head. Only she had a problem while boarding on the local train.

Around about five o’clock, they catch a train to return to Bandra.

In the cargo, there were only a few hawkers with fish, vegetables, and small bags.

She put his basket on up carriage, sat near the window.

With a cold blow of air, his brain calmed down. The shining lights in the darkness were tired burning throughout the night. Slowly the sunlight was spreading over the city. The city was awakening. Slowly it was catching up speed.

Kausalabai went to sell vegetables in the Bandra west; Ajay went to the slum near the railway station near Bandra East. He hires a room with the help of a friend.

Mumbai's slum is not as shown in Raj Kapoor's film 'Awara'. It’s now a good colony.

The thing is that rich people create slums in Mumbai. Builders help to create slum on unclaimed land. Then they set fire on it, and take a project for developers to earn in multi-

millions.

Politicians also help for such colonies, because they get a vote bank.

Apart from these, the middle class manufacturer help to such colonies as they get electricity, water-free with cheap labor.

Domestic industries started to employ residents. The products then re-branded and sold in the market.

In the era of Eighty and Ninety, this type of cottage industry was developed in Vikroli and Ghatkopar area of Mumbai by a reputed company. Which causes a very big slum!

These houses are solid and equipped with every comfort. Only this is a densely populated area.

Kaushalya Bai's family were arranged in such a house. At that time twelve hundred families were coming to Mumbai every day.

North Indian, Gujarati, Rajasthani, Punjabi families were coming in search of livelihood in Mumbai.

The Khalistani political instability in Punjab, the shortage of water in Rajasthan, the lack of basic infrastructure in M.P, U.P. Bihar (states of north India) was forcing people to move to Mumbai. The Gujarati families were looking at business opportunities due to globalization in Mumbai.

The ability to feed everyone is the ability of a mother called ‘Mumbai.’

Around ten o’clock Ajay bought a dress for Rajani from Dadar's footpath. Pavement things are good. Do not underestimate it by the name of the ‘Footpath'. In Mumbai, this is an industry of billions.

There is a reason behind the low cost of footpath items. Because they made in slums without taxes, without electricity bills and it

sold without the showroom.

Many showrooms keep those footpath items.

Those customers who think purchasing anything from the pavement is below dignity they buy the same item from the showroom with four times more price. 'Actually, both the items are the same'.

However, while purchasing on footpath one must have bargaining skills. Here two hundred rupees item told as seven hundred at first glance.

However, Rajani got a bath and changed clothes by paying seven rupees in 'Sulabh Shauchalay’ (Pay and use Toilets and bathrooms in India in the nineties) near the railway station.

Ajay was still having the image of a beggar looking girl in his mind. Suddenly, he was unable to believe in his eyes by looking beauty of Rajani, for two minutes.

After many years he was coming to Motilal's office. After years, he was supposed to meet Shobha. However, today he wants to meet Shobha for a good cause. He did not want anything for himself. Today he was trying to help a destitute girl.

The lanes were the same, only the faces were changed. Very soon, they found themselves in the office.

Peon recognized him, however, prevented him from going inside. Ajay asked to write asleep about the purpose of the visit.

Rajani fills up the slip. Rajani and Ajay were waiting in the reception.

After a while, they were allowed to get inside.

Shobha was waiting for him in the fourth cabin.

The ‘air-conditioned’ air in the cabin was very cold. Shobha was looking gorgeous in a stylish expensive saree. After becoming a mother,

her weight was increased. The face has taken a round shape.

Heavy bracelets in hand and four rings in her fingers were showing a glimpse of her richness.

The yellow sleeveless blouse and sari of the same color were highlighting her blonde skin complexion brighter.

She got stylish haircuts up to the neck. Last month when he went to Singapore with Seth Motilal, she applied the special treatment to hair and nails.

She was a perfect example of a rich woman.

There were many clients in the office. The staff doubled.

A familiar fragrance welcomed him as he entered her cabin. The interior of the cabin was very attractive. Own picture with son was placed on the table.

Ajay entered the cabin and the springoperated glass door was closing up. Pushing the door again, Rajani entered.

Ajay sat in the front chair and gave a hand sign to Rajani, "Please sit here Rajani."

Shobha thought Ajay would be alone, However, after seeing Rajani she was upset.

Inside she was angry also.

With an artificial smile, she welcomed both.

She asked about the girl. if she is the wife?

When did they got married...

Ajay smiled, said, "Shobha, I never asked anything from you However, this poor girl needs a job. Please offer her any job. I will be highly obliged. She met me yesterday only.

Shobha was playing wither gold chain in the neck with fingers. She was looking at Rajani in detail.

Ajay was looking at Shobha's face. A deep

silence shadowed.

Ajay asked Shobha, "How is your Mother?

How is her lunch home going?"

In reply, she said nothing. However, pressed the bell. Peon came. She instructed, "From today onwards this madam will work in this office. Take an appointment letter from Motilalaji.

Ask him what work to allot her. Remember; do not disturb me for the next half an hour. Do not send anyone inside my cabin ".

Rajani was very happy. With the wors 'Thank you, Madam, Thank You', went away with Peon. Shobha arose from the chair to take water and sat where Rajani seated.

She holds Ajay’s hand and put it on her chest and asked, "Ajay, I want to listen from you… you still love me! You cannot live without me…

I was yours, Ajay, forever.

Do you remember how much you loved me?

We will restart everything. I was always yours�.

Ajay pulled the hand back and said, "Now you are married, you are a mother, your name is Mrs. Motilal, now you are not the office clerk, you are the business owner."

Stalked Shobha tried to hug him in a chair.

Due to the excitement, she was breathing fast.

The chest was moving up and down. She was trying to kiss him. Ajay smelled the next episode. He got up from the chair to go.

As soon as Ajay got up, Shobha grabbed him in her arms from behind and caught him tightly, pressing her breast on him. Then come forward and hugged Ajay from the front. Ajay was not ready for aggression from Shobha like this. There was a knock on the door.

The next moment within a second Shobha sat in her chair. Asked, "Who is this?" The voice

was, "This is Rajani ma’m". Ajay was still standing up, he unlocked and opened the door.

Rajani entered with a paper, "Madam, Sar immediately gave an appointment letter.

Thanks a lot." Shobha throws a meaningful look at Rajani and asked, "Sir took an interview or not?".

Rajani replied, "No. He was looking at me for a while. By then, Peon gave him your message, then he asked steno to type an appointment letter. Thank You, Madam".

Shobha whispered to herself, 'This Motilal will never improve'.

Shobha asked Ajay, "What are you doing nowadays?"

Ajay started talking about the hotel business.

Every man likes to talk about his work. Shobha was not interested in it. She stopped him and

asked, "When will you meet again?"

Ajay said, "Thank you for Rajani's work, she will come every day. I am not sure about myself I am too busy." Shobha, not paid attention to Rajani's presence, looked into Ajay's eyes and said, "Come home, my husband is going to Dubai for two weeks".

Ajay quickly moved his eyes, exclaimed to Rajani, "Let's go."

They reached the railway station, without any words. They only moved fast through Dadar’s crawling footpath crowd.

Rajani was delighted by the job she was not interested in Ajay neither in his relationship with Shobha. A new dawn of her life was calling her...

Slowly, the friendship of Rajani and Ajay began to grow.

Ajay had many favors, so he may visit

Kaushalyabai’s home at any time. Ajay never takes advantage of it.

Now at every corner of the city, there were PCO booths. A red coin box telephone was also at Ajay’s restaurant. So he used to talk with Rajani if needed.

Rajani had command of the English language.

She was the lady of substance. Her presentation was also better than Shobha.

It was just five months and Motilal prepared Rajani’s passport. He was insisting her to join him for a conference in London. Due to littlie prosperity and good eating, Rajani was looking very charming and beautiful.

Shobha reveals the secret behind Rajani’s passport that her husband is willing for her.

Then she created a ruckus. Shobha called Rajani in her cabin.

As soon as Rajani came into the cabin, Shobha slapped her with a flutter. Exhaustive hot

words were by Shobha for an hour. Rajani was crying like anything.

The entire staff was watching it. Rajani did not understand, what is going on? She thought that Shobha might be upset at the overseas planning of Motilal.

However, the secret was different. Shobha was repeatedly asking her about Ajay's relationship with her. Rajani repeated her words that 'he is my furor. He is my mentor.

Nothing more than that.'

Shobha was unable to believe it. She was sure that Rajani has snatched Ajay from her.

Shobha’s plan behind offering a job to Rajani was that she could have an extramarital affair with Ajay. However, that did not happen.

Humiliated Rajani left the office for a day. She reached Ajay's hotel in the afternoon. Ajay was shocked to see her.

He smelled Shobha must have misbehaved

with Rajani. Crumbled Rajani sat in front of Ajay. The same quote, "She not only slapped on my face, However, also on my bread and butter. What will happen to my family?"

Ajay took five coins of one rupee in his hand, inserted a single coin in a slot, and pressed the number.

Shobha picked up the phone from the other end, "Ajay speaking". Shobha shouted, 'Why are you calling, for the sake of Rajani?' It was so loud that even Rajani heard it. Ajay was only listening and Shobha was shouting from there. Ajay had only five coins in his hand.

With toon, toot, toon signal… phone cut. Ajay put the receiver and looked somewhere far away.

He smiled at Rajani, and said, "Let's celebrate your job loss. We, Will, go to Maratha Mandir Theatre (local theatre name) to watch ‘Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge’ (smash hit

Bollywood movie of the nineties.)" Rajani was numb. In a short while, both were in a stately theater called Maratha Mandir at Mumbai Central.

It was half-past seven to reach home. Mother was worried about Rajani. As soon as she came home, Mother served a hot cup of tea.

Without speaking a single word, she swallowed tea. Her body got some energy.

She began to feel slightly fresh. Slowly she quotes, "Mother I have to find another job, I am fired".

Mother got fainted at her words. It just took five months. Life's cart was coming on the track. The household expense managed somehow by this. The loan taken for the utensils and household items was yet to pay... that night no one took food.

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t 8 o'clock in the morning, the red

phone box of Ajay's hotel started ringing. With surprise, Ajay picked up the receiver.

Motilal was asking for Rajani. In her C.V. she mentioned this number for contact.

Motilal left a message, 'Where is the sample of Tomato Ketchup for export order of Abu Dhabi? Is it sent or not?’ Ajay's mind started moving around the idea.

This is a time to hit.

He immediately took the local train to Bandra to meet Rajani. His thoughts were also moving with the sound of the train. He reached Rajani's room as if flying in the sky.

Since it, as morning Rajani 's mother kept tea on the stove. Ajay sat on a broken plastic mat.

He asked Rajani, "Is the tomato ketchup sample sent to Abu Dhabi or not?" Rajani wondered. She asked, "Why you are concern about my office work?"

Ajay was excited and asked, "Tell me fast."

Rajani replied, "No! It does not send yet.

Shobha Madam told that after collecting seven-eight different samples it should be sent to Abu Dhabi."

Ajay got more excited," Good, very good! Do you have Abu Dhabi clients' names, number, and address? "Rajani said," let me check."

Rajani searched in her purse. The office diary

was with her.

Ajay grabs the diary, "This is not a diary Rajani, it is the master key of our destiny". Rajani was simply gazing at him.

"Look, I know how to make tomato ketchup, I'll take a bottle of glass from a scratcher, will clean it with Dettol (Indian popular antiseptic liquid) will put the ketchup in it to seal."

"However, that lid is of a special kind, isn't it?"

"I know, with a small machine we can do it.

The machine costs only seven hundred rupees."

"That is okay However, you have no license, no registration no manufacturing unit? No export license." Ajay smiled, "I have an answer to every single question.

I will make a beautiful label from D.T.P. shop. I will put any duplicate registration number for a time being. And will send the samples.

By the time that sample gets approved, and first-order it will take two-three months. Until then I will manage from registration to export license, everything!

Every government paper‌ with money on the top.. does not crawl, it runs. " "However, tell me, why ‘your’ samples will get approved? Why do you feel you will get the order?"

"There are two reasons for this; the world's best delicious tomato ketchup recipe is only with me. No one knows the secret of color and taste. Second, I will take a big risk. I will sell it at twenty percent less price than the market. " Rajani said, "Are you mad? Will you sell it at loss? " "That is exactly my trick, to win the race of competition.

From the quote they will receive, my quote will be in minus, and quality will be worldclass! People spend on advertisements to create branding.

Let’s assume I am doing that expense in the minus quote... understand! The export papers‌ Madam, you are the first executive of my company. Did you understand? " "I understood the first order However, how will you compete to the second-order in the minus quote?"

"I know it. at import-export contracts, one clause is mentioned that if the country has a war, a natural disaster, or sudden hike in raw materials increases due to local governing agency policies, then the price of the end product can be increased.

For the second-order, I will take benefit of this clause and will expose the real and exact bills of my raw material.

Then I will ask the real price for my product. I will not go into the deficit again. I know people will go crazy for the taste of my ketchup. They cannot terminate the next contract, because finding a new vendor often adds expenses to the company. You know it is a long processor. And I will demand the real price in the market.

I suppose I fail to get a new contract. Still, I can develop a brand name in India as Abu Dhabi Exporter. No one will ask me how much I have earned. However, everyone can see I export!

Today I do not have anything. Reaching to the export will take years for me."

By that time Mother served some tea and ‘Kanda poha’(popular Indian homemade snacks) in front of them. Ajay eats it fast and sets out for the next plan with the words 'I will

be back in the evening, wait for me at dinner'.

From Bandra, he went straight to Andheri station. In the East, there were many Xerox cum DTP operators. After spending two hours he had a beautiful sticker which was supposed to be pasted on the bottle.

Then he set out to Nal Bazar (One of Mumbai’s area) Purchase a lid-machine. While on the way back, he purchased branded company empty glass bottles.

He purchased five kilograms of good quality tomato and good quality ingredients and reached the hotel.

He gave a bottle to clean up and tomatoes to boil in the kitchen...

The whole product was ready at 5 p.m.

Artistically he packed it and sent a courier to Abu Dhabi client.

Ajay then told Rajani to call Motilal and

narrate what Shobha did with her. Rajani did accordingly.

Ajay wanted Motilal's attention to stuck in domestic disputes.

So that sampling and everything should come in his favor.

In the third month half the truth, half a lie with heavy paperwork, trial order of half a million was released by Ajay’s name. However, the problem was that Ajay did not have an account in the bank.

To open an account he went to the bank. The bank manager studied all the export trial order papers. The manager was happy and put some papers in front of Ajay to sign.

Ajay was not a too educated person so it took a lot of time to sign papers.

The manager said, "Ajay you have no proper high school degree still you think fast than

others. What would happen if you were a high school graduate?" Ajay laughed loudly, "Sir if I would know English and accounting I might have been collecting one rupee at Sulabh Shauchalay (the public lavatory) in front of your branch. " The manager exclaimed, "Interesting! How?" "Sir, a few years ago I came to Mumbai, I was looking for some work. I was staying on the footpath. Being disturbed, I asked a boy at the toilet for a money collection job when people use the lavatory. He took me to his boss. It was an NGO, running this public facility. It decided that I would get two hundred rupees and a special facility to use the toilet at free of cost.

Then one form kept in front of me and asked to read and sign on it. I was unable to do so.

So I am in front of you with half a million trial order ".

The bank manager extended his hand for a shaking hand.

According to Ajay's planning, the incidents were taking shape one by one.

Near about after seven months, the desert man’s brother cured. So he asked Ajay to arrange his bread and butter somewhere else.

By then, the export-oriented food business has started in Rajani's small room.

Ajay has saved some money from the hotel business. Rajani also had some small savings.

Kaushalyabai’s vegetable business routine was also settled.

And a day came… Ajay got full order. It was of Ten lakh rupees. (One million Rupees).

After three trial orders, the company took a systematic survey about the ketchup, in Abu Dhabi. The company found that people are crazy about their taste.

Ajay was sitting on the ground by placing the order of Ten lakh.

After a while, Kausalabai also joined him. She asked, "Why are you looking in anxiety?"

Ajay took out a paper and put it in front of her." This slum is going to demolish. Now where we will produce material? This is the notice of municipality ".

Kaushalya Bai also came under the stress.

Rajani entered and asked the reason for tension. Ajay holds notice in front of her eyes.

Rajani was worried also. People make houses and convert them into homes is a long procedure connected with their emotions.

One fine morning ruthlessly government demolishes it because for the government it is only a structure. However, many have a childhood in it, for many, it is whole the world.

In such cases, the government should not allow building houses first. Rajani was thinking.

Then said loudly, "I think should move to Virar, or Thane Kalyan side, we will take a flat on rent and a small place for the factory. I have some rupees from which the deposit can be arranged".

Ajay liked this idea. Next Ajay went to Virar, Bhayander, and estimated the rent. Then he

went to Kalyan, Diva Ambernath to get the idea. He found Dombivli is the cheapest and the best. ( all names are the local suburbs of Mumbai city) Flat arranged. Seven women appointed at work. Ajay's working style was extremely professional, even if the unit was small.

One day after the dinner while watching TV comfortably Kaushalbai asked Ajay, " Son, we live with you as a dependent, we have passed through miserable time, now I want you and Rajani should get married, so I can go to the village and look after my house. Many months have passed. " Ajay said, "Please ask Rajani too".

Rajani responded from the kitchen, "I am approved. I am ready. Tomorrow I will go and apply at the court and the marriage will get register after thirty days".

Ajay wondered and asked, "Wow, you have

too much information on the weddings?"

Rajani said, "Yes, women have to take care of domestic affairs. Men can do one thing at a time. " Ajay said, “That is ok. However, we have to invite friends, relatives, in Mumbai and at the village also, there will be sizable expenditure."

Rajani came out wiping her hand and said, “There is no need to spend money in marriage. Marriage is the private matter of a man and a woman. It is not a public matter.

It is a misconception, that wealthy people spend more in marriages.

Those are weak. I do not understand, people collect every penny for a lifetime and blow it in four days...

They take the loan, to show artificial richness" Ajay was listening to something different...

"You know, soon as daughter celebrates tenth birthday, the father starts dreaming about her marriage. No other thought. Unnecessary expenses in the marriage ceremony have made Middle-class families poorer. " "Tell me, how big procession is a sign of weakness? Not being wealthy”? Ajay asked.

Rajani told "For this, you have to know the history of ‘marriage system’ from Anthropology.

There was no marriage system during troglodyte time.

There was only a rule of nature, two male has to fight, and one who kills the other can take the female. This was nature’s idea to carry powerful genes in the next generation, which was the same for every species; However, humans invented the arms.

Then a man, being skilled in the art of war, starts to exorcize hundreds of women in his

custody.

They diminished society's balance.

Wise and profound knowledgeable people created the idea of religion at that time the marriage system also forced to recognize as a religious ritual.

The rule was chalked out that a man and a woman when get married to its religious activities. Then after to get elope with some other individual or exorcize any one's wife or husband is a sin.

Both husband and wife are responsible for their kids and society.

In the beginning, people were not aware of the new rule.

Therefore, the idea came forward to have a procession of a married couple. The frail man asked to stand in a bullock cart, without covering the upper part of his body, half-

naked! So that people could see how shaky the man is.

To inform, Dhol- Naagada- Tasha (Traditional Indian instruments made of animal skins) used to play. A weaker person, the bigger procession!

Villagers have to return from the farm to see the procession, and then it was difficult to cook dinner. Because it was taking a lot of time to cook food on wood. So the practice started, arranging food by cooking pulses, rice, and raw vegetables offered by participants in one place.

This led people to offer gifts to the poor couple. The new couple gifted by utensils and the household items.

At the second thought, a stout stubborn person kept the power to protect his wife. He did not need to go for a procession. I believe you are not weak‌ masculine and powerful!

Understand!"

Impressed by her thoughts, Ajay said, "True, if the practice of spending unnecessarily in marriages under the illusion of richness gets stopped, then many families will be saved from debt.

Saved money can be used as a capital for new business.

Many times children go to class VIII, until then, parents cannot cover EMI of their marriage loan.

You are right; we'll save our money. " The happiest person was Kausalabai. She cooked possible special dishes.

She decorated the house.

If any friends visit home, register the marriage decision shocks them.

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fter the marriage, he changed the

entire look of Rajani.

He cut her hair with a stylish look. He applied pure Golden hair color, with his hands, at home.

Rajani's was fare and she got golden hair. So she was gorgeously looking like a mermaid.

Her face beautifully tied; the figure of her

body, extremely tied. A kid like a smile was always on her lips, that innocence, refined her beauty. Her personality had a fascinating attraction. People get stunned at her beauty.

Ajay used to take bath after returning home, in the evening. Which rejuvenate him to convert his energies as a romantic filmy hero!

He used to keep business tensions outside the house.

With hot water, he used to wipe out sweat and fatigue from life. Then he used to wear washed cotton clothes. Throughout the day, he keeps himself tidy and energetic with elastic hosiery underwear. However, at home, he used to wear loose cotton clothes.

He used to apply some scented powder on his body, and apply some special scent. At that time, Rajani used to busy in the kitchen.

Then like a romantic hero, he hugs her from behind with a kiss on the right cheek. Which

excite Rajani.

There were only two members in the home.

Rajani's brother was sent to the hostel to study, and the mother went to the village.

Both talk some romantic positive words to each other. In which the main topic was about the childhood memories of both. Some positive business things also shared.

Arguably Ajay never talks about the negative part of the business or the past poverty days.

For family planning, Rajani used to take contraception pills. After sex, Ajay would go to sleep, however, in the vagina, semen gave a sticky and cold feel for hours. So she was unable to sleep properly results in next day restlessness.

One evening Ajay saw a gynecologist prescription on the sofa. He worriedly asked Rajani, she told about fungal infections. He immediately set out to meet the doctor

himself.

He discussed many things about sexual health with the doctor, in detail.

It was told to him that it is necessary to keep a cotton cloth in the bedroom, which can use to clean semen from the vagina after sexual intercourse.

Pills should stop, because permanent obesity may occur, instead detention should accept.

He asked the doctor, " It is a popular belief that the use of condoms reduces the feeling of orgasm is it the truth?"

The doctor said, "No actually condoms have dots with lubricant. So while intercourse a woman does not feel pains, because of lubricant on it. It may not create a natural lubricant in the vagina.

Due to dryness, a woman feels pains while

intercourse. Many times, it creates wounds inside. Due to detention, a wife gets good sleep because the sticky semen is thrown out.

So the next day she is fresh again '.

Urine and semen remain in the upper loose skin of the penis. While bathing pulls the skin behind and wash the reddish top of pennies with foam. Do not apply direct soap on it.

Both the partners should shave pubic hairs two times in a week. There might be scum due to sweat under the pubic hair '.

Ajay used to shave face every day. Every day he used to clean the armpit hair. All these small things made him a fresh, adorable Man of a woman.

He had no addiction of Cigarette, Tobacco, Gutkha(an Indian version of sweet tobacco).

Because he knew women hate only one thing, bad smell of the mouth of a man.

Rajani also used to change clothes after bathing in the evening. Throughout the day sweat, spices, and edible oil made her smell like a sheep. She used to apply scented talcum powder and female perfume.

Both of them were fresh before entering the bedroom.

It has seen that many married couples are very dirty. Then Romance remains a dirty process after marriage, especially after one or two issues.

Ajay loved many postures on the bed. Rajani also gives a lot of support. As a result, their daily romance lasts up to two hours. Still, no exhaustion feels by any one partner. A complete orgasm. A complete mental peace.

Ajay was fond of Osho's (a great revolutionary Indian Philosopher who changed the perceptions regarding sex in the society) philosophy.

Ajay used to listen, Osho’s discourse in the ‘cassette player’. By which he understood the meaning of 'sex health and life'.

By performing yoga, Ajay was able to hold ejaculation as long time as possible.

He used to keep slow music; the old Hindi songs in the bedroom and used to imagine himself and Rajani at the hero heroine. Due to meditation and concentration, he could prolong ejaculation.

Rajani also understood the art of femininity.

She used to lighten the nipples lightly on Ajay's chest with her delicate fingers. She used to pull it gently. While intercourse many times she lifts her neck. She sucks Ajay’s nipples with warm lips, pressed them with teeth. This act gave Ajay absolute pleasure.

A foolish wife chatters at the time of intercourse. Some women demand something

while intercourse from the husband.

Some women stiff their bodies like a deadbody. Some do not allow to remove all the clothes and do not co-operate.

Where Rajani, knowing the trick, as soon as she enters the bedroom she took off clothes and enter under the blanket.

Ajay could die for Rajani a thousand times because of her sensuality.

He was always worried about putting his weight on his wife at intercourse. After many experiments on different postures, he found the best solution.

When the wife was sleeping in the position of half-past Twelve, he takes quarter past Nine positions, just like in the clock.

Then the wife asked to fold both legs into the knee. Then turn him on the left-hand side, then slowly pushes the penis inside the

vagina.

He brought a wonderful jelly. This used while making love.

The skin of the chest nipples becomes dry.

While sucking also sensitive skin is damaged, or saliva gets dried on the skin and then starts to smell bad.

Therefore, he used body cream. However, the cream has viscosity. Now he had brought this water content jelly.

He used to apply this gel on his wife's nipples.

Then after intercourse in nine-twelve position on the clitoris and large labia at the upper vagina, pressing and mashing with fingertips slightly below the clitoris.

The wife also helped him and she told her husband how she feels better by touching which point. The synchronization between the two was amazing.

She used to caress the husband's chest with her right hand. Thereby, penis levitation continues. He never needed to use Shilajit (Ancient Indian medicine like Viagra) or Viagra.

Once he did oral sex with Rajani. She overjoyed with complete orgasm. Honestly, she told her husband that the first time she got the orgasm.

Now before entering the bedroom every day, she started to clean her inner parts and anal parts with few Dettol (Indian antiseptic) drops in water.

Then dry it with a cotton cloth. She was worried about husband infection in the excitement of the organism.

The water gel had a mild sweet taste and a pleasant aroma. Ajay apply it on her vagina, and then comes on four feet at her right side in English number ‘sixty-nine’ ‘69’ like position. Then with a tongue gives tinkling

strokes to the clitoris and labia.

At the same time, the middle finger of the right hand inserted into the vagina, and he used to move finger slightly up.

Finger can feel granular skin. Rubbing granular skin from the inside is the place of the ultimate pleasure of a woman.

Inside the vagina, a ‘G’ point is like a lump...

Once it is touched wife may become sexually violent which the husband enjoys. Initially, Ajay felt that she was screaming with pain, However, Rajani said, “that is the ‘G’ point.”

By touching the clitoris with teeth and tongue, and reaching g-point, gives the wife a feeling of extreme supernatural orgasm. That was the basic reason behind Rajani’s peace of mind and happiness.

Any woman becomes aggressive and violent only when her husband fails to satisfy her to

give an orgasm.

Ajay used to take care of his wife more when she has periods. The woman is malaise due to hormonal changes. He knew it.

Traditionally, the woman is considered as ‘Untouchable’ in her periods.

However, in those days, Ajay took special care of his wife. Pressing the head, churning the stomach, rubbing oil on the soles.. that too with great pleasure.

There was a new product launched called Sanitary Napkins in the market. He bought it from the medical shop.

While purchasing, many women at the counter asked him, ‘is it comfortable?’

Even he took interest while purchasing the inner wears of his wife. He helps her to select net sets, designs, and colors.

Scented knickers, fluorescent knickers, led light bra, how to select the right size of bra, etc., he has much more knowledge than the shopkeeper does. He has bought sets of knickers in periods, regular use, and outdoors.

This subject was making other women jealous about Rajani, said, 'You're lucky your husband joins you at your shopping. He keeps knowledge of many things.

Both got training in Acupressure and massage.

So their romance was always fresh.

She was not the complaining machine. Some women keep watching to find the opportunity to complain about something to her husband.

Some women start to complain, as the husband starts to have dinner. Truly, she was a ‘nymph on the earth’ from the royal heaven.

Slowly they purchase needed things in the house. Soon Rajani expressed willingness to eat sour. Ajay hugged her for ten minutes. He

was thrilled with the idea of becoming a father.

Rajani said, "Dear, you will have to go to exile after three months, and then I will test your love." Ajay did not understand anything.

Rajani was not only a beautiful woman ... she was the Apsara (nymph) of IndraLok (the heaven). Ajay thought that Inderdev (The supreme of heaven, according to Hindu mythology)would also jealous of him because one of his nymphs are going to be the mother of his child... Ajay was thrilled.

A boy child blessed by nature to Rajani. The child was growing like the rising moon. The business was also flourishing.

Several years passed.

Hunting ...

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ow Ajay celebrate his fifty-fourth

birthday. He was one of the philanthropists.

He adopted many orphan and poor children.

He rehabilitated many widows. He built good houses for tribal. He arranged collective marriages for poor girls every year.

Ajay gifted with superb business sense. He did not regret his low education. He often used to say that today's Indian education creates slaves. The true knowledge of life was in the ancient education system. Today's Ph.D. in Economics cannot create wealth by using Ph.D. Knowledge. This is a bitter truth.

That doctorate person has to be a teacher only. Serve to that school whose trusty might be two standard passes. MBA, engineers all are the slaves, serving to industries which owner is less educated. Damn However, but the bitter truth.

Perhaps one of the reasons is that higher education, shook confidence, then he wants a safer income then he accepts job situation.

Less educated people make unreal and bold decisions.

In return, they get more success. Perhaps this is why the world's rich people are either a school dropout or very less educated people.

It was Ajay's plus point to take quick decisions and risks.

The year 2018 By completing his foreign trip on Twentieth August, he had reached the inauguration of the abandoned women's ashram (dormitory).

He honored with great respect. Ajay's royal personality in the three-piece suit was the idle form of every woman's dream man. Success and peace He had come to offer saris to abandoned women. The name announced the woman came, took the sari, went to her place, and sat down. This was going on...

The name announced ... Shobha Motilal Seth!

Ajay did not believe in his ears.

Shobha. A woman. Who turned down Ajay's love for money! Is that she? Ajay became emotional at her. He found that his throat

chocked up. He was unable to control himself.

Something was happening in the stomach.

Shobha took a sari without any feeling, with a stony face, and sat back in the herd of women.

Ajay told organizers that he could not give a speech, as he is not feeling good.

He quickly moved out in his luxurious Mercedes.

At around eight o'clock at night, his iPhone rang. After seven and a half in the evening, he never received a phone call. However, today he picked up the phone.

The voice came from the front, "Shobha speaking, do you remember me?" Ajay had a sixth sense feeling that Shobha may call him.

He answered, "Yes".

"I need your help right now, I want to meet you".

Ajay said, "Look, I will go back to London

tomorrow and will return after two weeks. " Shobha cut the phone by saying, "I will wait."

Then Ajay got busy with routine. After one month Shobha called again. He called Shobha to Hotel Leela Kempski. Shobha put heavy makeup on her face. Both were sitting in the coffee shop of the hotel. Shobha narrated her story by crying a lot.

How did Motilal get fouled, his heart attack and business drowned, the debt, etc..

She expected that Ajay will become emotional with her‌ However, it did not happen.

In the meantime, his mobile was ringing. He could not 'relate' to Shobha’s story.

Suddenly Shobha explodes, "Ajay, give me two crore rupees right now". Ajay could feel the poison of a serpent in her eyes and threat in the voice. "If not, I will sue a rape case on you.. that you rape me twenty-five years ago".

Ajay thought she must be joking.

He said, "Shobha, I did not even touch you at that time. You were there to cross all the limits".

Shobha said in a vicious tone, "Did you hear the name of" V- Tu "?

Ajay asked, "What is that?"

"It is the public's court. It Hollywood. Arrived in Bollywood

smashed

(Mumbai city is known as Bombay previously.

So Mumbai film industry is known as Bollywood ) too.

Now it is the turn of the businessperson. In social media, I will make a statement that the famous philanthropist Business Tycoon who has business overseas has rapped me many times in my youth ".

Ajay could not believe that Shobha would blackmail him in such away. The question was

not of money, However, the question was of understanding her. Some people do emotion’s business.

Ajay was holding emotions in the profession, However, here Shobha... She was selling emotions and it has made a profession.

Ajay said, “if you are blackmailing me then I will have to talk to my lawyer.”

Ajay called Mishra ji.

Shobha also put her cell phone on ears and utter, "Shoot up the video on-air".

Ajay was speaking for thirty-five minutes to Mishra ji. Shobha called the waiter and asked to raise the voice of the news channel.

Breaking news was going on. The famous businessman Ajay Singhania, raped a woman called Shobha, before twenty-five years.. she was raped again and again... when he was a peon in Motilal and Sons firm ...

Ajay smell he is trapped badly. He called the driver, to come on the porch. Shobha called the waiter calmly "check-out please".

As soon as Ajay came out, the media persons surrounded him. They were prepared for the last hour. No journalist allowed him to speak, hundreds of questions asked by many journalists.

The news reporter was immediately saying itself, 'See how savage bestial called Ajay is running from the camera. He is the womanizer. By exploiting, the woman now claims to be the furor of women. Look at him he is running ...� and in the background, Ajay car shot‌.

Ajay understood that this is a thoughtprovoked move.

Advocate Mishraji was telling, "Sir, this is one international blackmailing agency. Who prepare scoops in India, with the foolish

reporters.

Our media is very un-mature. While preparing the report, they become judges. They declare a verdict. They use the wrong language.

These people have huge success in America.

We had some information about it. We had the idea that anything could happen at any time. Every organization in India is ready for that, sir.

Sir, we will not leave these reports. I have set twelve lawyers team to collect proof of TV and newspaper reporters we have their numbers.

Legal notices have been 'WhatsApp’ them.

Notice has sent to news channels for spreading false news. Until the news ends, we have filed defamation claims. Every notice sent by email.

Shobha's interview already recorded. I have sent some local gundas to catch that reporter.

They will open his mouth to know the truth.

That will also record. That clip will run on my friend's TV channel.

In the reporter’s staff, there is something fishy with some of the other women workers. We have given an offer of one lakh to those women, cover the face, tell the truth about that reporter, and channel promoter. The recording is going on sir.

Our law has some flaws, so it is used by V-Tu for blackmail. These blackmailing mafias are targeting famous males from Hollywood and now Bollywood.

Sir, do you remember that Shobha had a maiden named Malti. She called me up that If we give her ten thousand rupees, then she is ready, to tell the truth. ... that 'when Shobha was pregnant, she told her to sleep with Motilal and this rape continued for a year with the consent of

Shobha. I have transferred about twenty-five thousand in her account.

She has registered FIR against Shobha and Motilal family in Oshiwara Police Station.

I have arranged two mature lawyers to meet the Chief Minister and the Home Secretary who will give positive statements about our firm and you sir. Our friendly media will show it constantly.

However, still, Shobha and her pimp have registered FIR against you, we will go to the police station and I will arrange the bail. " Mishraji was reporting in a single breath.

"However, how did these Hollywood film personalities got trapped?

"Sir, the film business is emotions business.

When artificial emotions ended and real emotions started, no one knows... When the false bed scene is finished and when the true

bed scene started, no one knows.

Those unmarried side actresses after the age of fifties becomes alcoholic and drug addict.

Many times, they earn money by ‘other’ ways abroad.

When they want any kind of role, then apart from the acting talent, they took off the clothes to any extent in the film. Extreme level bed scene shooted...

Shares the bed too. It is not a difficult task to prove those false emotions as a truth!

Where we expect ideal society, the law portrays a picture of men as aggressive tyrannical, and women portrayed as and poor helpless creature.

Perhaps the society was like that at the time of making the constitution, However, now society is changed.

Every other girl in the city goes to college to

get a higher education. Every third girl works in an office. Whenever women and men come together, there might be little fun.

Even at weddings, social programs there is small fun with each other‌ like to touch each other smartly, to say double meaning dialogues, to communicate through eyes which are enjoyed by men and women also.

It's everyone's right to enjoy life. The woman is also a human being. They also feel that little niggardly fun should be there.

Especially, after she crosses forty years of age.

And when maturity is formed.

This happens in the Sophisticated Offices and the sugarcane field. This happens in a lavish party in the bungalow and the slum also.

Women often agree at that time at that moment.

The reason for this is that when a fluid called testosterone starts to flow in her brain, she

found the male in front is attractive.

Man's body does not attract her, his position; status in society, his star-ism, his spiritual knowledge attracts her.

That is why many religious gurus, cine stars, cricketer, businessmen, and politicians are always surrounded by women. The successful man never asks those women to come to him, he never uses his power against them.

The reality is, all the men are rich, and more than fifty or sixty years old. All the women are forty-five plus. Only those men are targeted from whom it is possible to get millions of rupees.

Those well known very bad character males However, now penniless are not attacked by these women. Nor a young girl attack to another young boy.. surprising.

The woman does not want an adult man to fulfill her desires, However, she wishes to use

his position, status, money for her success.

Every male attracts towards woman's body.

This is a natural phenomenon. If a woman announces the desire to meet a man alone, and if the man did not get excited, then it is against nature.

A woman knows this weakness of male. If a woman has a 'desire' for a man, then there is no proof of it. However, if her desire converts into the 'mating' it’s the proof.

'Mating' can be proved in the court, however, a woman was in love, and the final conversion of love happen in 'meting', cannot be proven in the court as it is invisible.

The woman is ready to do anything 'at that time'. However, men think about sex only.

Later if a woman regrets, and she claims it is rape then the law considers it as a rape.

By default of Nature, despite being a good

memory, the male never remembers details about 'mating'.

Women 'remember' everything in detail, and men got trapped.

If such incidence is tossed after a few years, the male is going to get trapped. There were no electronic social media while writing the law.

Otherwise, a line could be written in that, if something wrong has happened then ask for justice by knocking on the court door. No woman has any right to defame anyone in social media.

Because over time, if the charges in the court are not proved, then who will compensate the losses of any respected person?

The responsibility for women must also be marked. Can anyone compensate losses in career due to false accusations in his career?

Even, not by the woman herself! " While talking on mobile, Andheri police

station came.

Ajay's brain also saw the advertisement's opportunity in it. He remembered hundreds of people killed during Kasab's attack (Mumbai was attacked by Pakistani militant) Hundreds of families affected. Still, pictures of burning a popular five-star Hotel continued in the media for twenty-four hours. Even today Kasab's attack is shown as only a corner burns at the popular five star Hotel.

Nobody remembers those poor common people who died. The popular five-star Hotel got publicity without spending a penny. The business increased...

By parking a car on the premises of the police station, he called up his media manager and said, "Whatever statement released by our organization on TV, the company logo should be seen on the staff uniform.

Keep the big banners behind. When my name

scrolls down then also our company's brand name must be highlighted.

The news will spread in a couple of days in the world. We will get negative publicity. Then my interviews were taken, and will air it without money. We will go to reality shows and our brand will become even stronger "...

Rajani was watching the news on TV...

She called Ajay."When you will come home?"

"We will have tomorrow's lunch together!"

Rajani watches the news ... However, she did not get disturbed.

She had Rock Solid trust in her husband's character. And even more on his wisdom.

In such storms, he stands like a Rock. She knew the storm would shatter not Ajay.

That's why she asked only a single question, ‘when will you come home ..?’

*************** The doorbell rang.

The servant opened the door.

Ajay enters as usual with a smiling face.

Warm food was ready for him‌ Rajani was looking very cool and quiet today !!!

End

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