Yakshagni - An odyssey of unbroken devotion - II

 13) Return of the Stalker

Chaitanya finished his breakfast and rushed out of the hotel to the next street where Dharma was staying in Roohi Manzil. He had been tracking Dharma's daily pattern for a week now and he knew the time of the local bus that she took every morning to her office. He strode quickly to his usual spot. There was a jogger's park opposite Dharma's bus stop and he took a seat in the park from where the bus stop was visible. He checked to see if his shades were in place, and the hood he wore concealed his face from her view.

Chaitanya's life was at a good node, where everything was happening as per his wishes. He had taken possession of his in-law's house in Bilaspur and his wife, Seema was in the hospital, getting medical treatment. From what he had learnt in the hospital; it would take many months for Seema to recover. Hence, he was free to pursue Dharma. When Chaitanya's father was alive, he used to say that Chaitanya was as stubborn as a mule. He supposed he was what his father had called because he had never let go of anything that he had wanted in his life. And now, he wanted Dharma, with a desperation that shocked him. He was willing to forego all the material acquisitions that he had gained, for Dharma.

As he waited breathlessly, he saw her arrive. In a purple tunic and black cotton trousers, she looked so appealing that it made a mockery of his conception of beauty. He spied her as she checked her mobile and then drank water from the bottle.

The vision of Dharma, like the rainbow on a pristine blue sky, made him blink in wonder. It was hard to catch sight of a rainbow but it was harder to find someone as lovely as Dharma. Even if she was unobtainable; he was going to hunt her till she became a part of his world.

All of a sudden, Dharma glanced up. Head tilted, her eyes wandered around the road and the park. They fastened on him but he had turned his face away. Although he had wanted her to acknowledge him, he knew it was not the right time to get her attention. In a week, his plan would unfold. Till then, he had to watch her from a distance.

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Dharma saw him once again in the park; the man with the hood and shades. She had noticed him in the same spot for the last couple of days. At first, she had ignored him but later, her sixth sense forewarned her. Reflecting upon her intuition, she studied him. From this distance, it was not possible to identify. Moreover, his hood and shades hid his face from her vision. The bus arrived and casting aside her suspicion, she surmised that she probably suffered from a disorder called scopophobia. Forgetting the stranger, she considered the tasks that she had to finish at work. Mrs. Singh had promised to message Dharma about the accommodations available in Mehsana.

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Maurya was once again haunted by a nightmare and he woke up in a sweat. It was the same harrowing dream where he was drowning in darkness, engulfed by gushing waves. But this time, he was not searching for anyone. Wide awake, he rose and checked his messages and emails.

There were many missed calls from Shankaran Murthy. In exasperation, he returned the call after a cup of black coffee and breakfast.

"Hello, Mr. Maurya, how are you doing?" Shankaran greeted.

"I am good! If you have called me to persuade me to come to Anuragnicheri, I am sorry it is not possible," Maurya informed the older man bluntly.

"Listen to me first. I am coming to see you tomorrow. Please be available and if you are a busy person, make an appointment for me. Message me the time and I will see you then."

"You are quite a persistent man, Mr. Murthy. I must give you that. Anyway, I am free tomorrow. You can meet me anytime in the office."

"Message me the address. I will be there," Shankaran Murthy affirmed.

************

"Done!" Shankaran Murthy declared with a smile.

"What did he say?" Dushyant asked his friend.

"Well, he said he was free tomorrow and he can meet me anytime."

"At least he is polite. Some of these young men are so abrupt with elders now."

"I agree but Maurya has always been gracious to me even when he was not so pleased about owning a run-down house."

"Where did you say Mahendran sir found him?"

"Maurya was being taken from a boat to a bus by a group of child traffickers. Sir found him in the nick of time," Shankaran repeated what Mahendran had narrated to him.

"How did sir reach the place in time? Did he get any information?"

Frowning, Shankaran answered, "That I don't know."

"Hmm, which place was this?"

"Near Mangapuram. Why so much interest in Maurya?"

"Nothing, I just wondered if sir has got anything to do with Maurya's past," Dushyant voiced his thoughts.

"I don't think so. If that had been the case, sir would not have left Maurya in Delhi."

"True! Anyway, I will be travelling next week to Chanderi. I will leave you an address, you can contact me if required."

"What an enchanting life you lead! Look at me, all the time looking at dead bodies and studying them..." a long sigh escaped Shankaran.

"But I remember you told me once that they fascinated you and the stories behind the lifeless faces persuaded you to find out their truth," Dushyant reminded Shankaran.

"Yes, that is true! It fascinates me to dig into their former existence. That is how I came to know that the human bone found in the house called Avadhi was more than a hundred years old."

"But who lived in the house? Someone in the village should know," Dushyant queried.

"I have asked everyone but no one seems to know. They say that the village had only a small number of houses, hundred years ago. And no one is aware that a woman had lived in the house. As far as they know, the house has been locked for several years. Some even say that it has a treasure buried underneath, while others whisper that it is haunted."

"Sir never revealed anything to you?"

"Never, he only handed me the letter and keys, and asked me to inform Maurya about it at a particular time."

"Typical of Mahendran sir!"

"Yes!"

"You know there is something else I discovered about the bone," Shankaran's voice dropped lower and Dushyant chuckled, "You are scaring me now Shankaran."

"There is something different about the DNA," Shankaran said thoughtfully.

"What? Don't tell me it is not human."

"Of course, it belongs to a woman. I don't know if she was poisoned or murdered but there is something odd about her."

"What do you mean?"

"I just got one piece of the bone. I am curious to check for more of them."

"Oh, that is why you are so eager to get the house opened."

"That too and also it was Mahendran sir's wish. I want to carry them out."

"Yes, I understand."

"I was an orphan and he took care of me, brought me up like a son, and ensured that I had a good life."

"He was a father figure to so many of us."

"Yes, but Dushyant, you had a family, then why did you come to him for studies?"

"Well, like I told you I was entrusted with a lifelong task. And to get an idea about it, I joined Mahendran sir's class. He had knowledge about such things."

"So, he knew you were searching for your ancestor's cenotaph?"

"Yes, he knew that I was devoted to my mission. He was the one who directed me to find a clue in the cenotaphs. You know, he does not disclose anything. He only directs you," Dushyant recalled his mentor's traits with affection.

"I agree...Anyway, I will let you know the progress I made with Maurya and you tell me about your discoveries."

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Dharma and the team would be staying in Ahmedabad and travelling to Modhera. There was Dharma and, Mitali and Nikhil, from Krishna Industries. Nikhil was also familiar with the local language. They planned to stay for three days and Dharma was asked to make appointments with the concerned authorities to seek permission for the show. Engrossed in the work, she did not realize that it was already eight when she finished her calls. Most of the staff had left and Dharma ordered take-out before leaving.

Dharma left the office, snacking on the burger. When she took a seat on the bus, she thought she saw the same hooded man near the rear of the bus. She turned to check but did not see anyone. Grimacing at her hyperactive imagination, she settled near the window to watch the passing view of the city streets. As usual, she took great pleasure in viewing the mundane way of life on the streets. It gave her a sense of peace to watch children playing unconcernedly on the streets, to see people hurrying home after work, to observe shop sellers urging their customers to buy their products and someone else haggling with a roadside vendor. When she caught a glimpse of other lives moving at a sedate pace, she felt an ephemeral assurance of the equanimity of her life. Often, Dharma had this impression about time rushing her; that she had to dash somewhere to complete a task. Nonetheless, when she watched the humdrum life getting along, it accorded her a sense of tranquillity.

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The next day, Maurya waited for Shankaran Murthy. In fact, he was curious to meet this very cultured, at least he sounded so on the phone, and persistent man. All the same, when he met Shankaran Murthy, he was surprised to learn that he was a forensic expert and an orphan like him.

"Mahendran sir was kind to me and like in your case, he took care of me," Shankaran's words broke the ice. Somehow, Maurya warmed up to the man as soon as he heard about his life with Mahendran Namboodri. He felt he had found a compatriot in Shankaran Murthy. They talked about Mahendran Namboodri and discussed Shankaran's reason for the visit.

"Maurya, I have to check if there are more bones scattered in the house and I need to verify them. For Mahendran sir's sake, you have to open the door of Avadhi. If not to take possession of the house, at least to uphold sir's wish, come to the village."

"I will come but I have only one problem," Maurya answered sheepishly.

"What is it?"

"Mahendran sir has mentioned in his letter that I should visit Avadhi only with my soulmate."

"So? Is that a problem? Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I have a fiancée."

"Problem solved. Take her along with you," Shankaran advised.

Sighing, Maurya uttered those words finally, "She is not my soulmate."

Shankaran's eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and sympathy. His glance seemed to question, "Then why did you get engaged?" but Shankaran did not ask.

"You may not realize that she is your soulmate now but you have chosen her to be your lifelong partner. Hence, I don't think there will be a problem."

"It is not that simple," Maurya extracted Mahendran's letter from the folder and showed it to Shankaran.

"Please read it..."

Shankaran's expression went through a transformation after reading it, a thread of fear in his eyes. Shankaran repeated a line from the letter," One wrong step and you will wind up in the jaws of hell...Good gracious!"

"I know right?" Maurya smiled at Shankaran's reaction.

Shankaran read aloud, "Only your true love will guide you in the right direction to accomplish your task," he glanced at Maurya and quizzed, "And you think that your fiancée is not your true love?"

Maurya nodded, revealing his innermost thoughts to Shankaran, "Frankly speaking, I don't know what true love is. How do you perceive true love when you are not even sure that it is what you want," he paused and asked, "Does a human not follow his needs? Then where is this demand for true love?"

Shankaran chuckled, "Today's youth have no concept of love. You people get engaged to post pretty pictures on social media."

Maurya grinned, "A) I am not a teenager, and B) I did not get engaged to post pictures." He pondered how Shankaran would react if he told him the truth behind his decision to propose to Rashika.

"You may not but most others do that," Shankaran smirked.

"What about you? Didn't Mahendran sir ask you to find a soulmate?" Maurya asked curiously. Shankaran Murthy was handsome in a classical sense. He mulled if Shankaran had ever found an appropriate partner.

"I never looked for a partner. I was happy being single. And to answer your question, no! Sir never insisted on me finding a partner. And sir must have been certain that you would find yours. Hence, he gave that instruction to you."

Maurya shrugged, not believing any of the stuff that Shankaran was saying.

"Anyway, you have to come to Anuragnicheri sometime. I suggest you bring your fiancée and get the job done. Then, at least you can dispose of the house and move forward in life."

"Let me get back to you. But you will certainly see me soon," Maurya promised, not certain what he was going to do.

After talking to Maurya in person, Shankaran was satisfied that the young man would keep his word.

"My driver will drop you back at your hotel."

Maurya accompanied Shankaran to the exit door.

"See you soon Maurya. And remember to bring your soulmate to the village," Shankaran teased, adding, "You know who is a soulmate, right?" Maurya gave a dry amused glance at Shankaran who continued, "Someone with whom you feel comfortable, someone who understands you...."

"Got it. I think most of the staff in the office feel comfortable with me and understand me. So, I guess, that explains it..."

Shankaran's face beamed with humour, "According to theosophy, a subject I have learnt and I presume that I am an expert at; when two souls seek each other to fulfil a karmic debt, they will come together for the ultimate." He paused to discern Maurya's face, "And mark my words, there will be undeniable attraction and union of hearts. You will be drawn to her helplessly," Unaware that his words had made an impact on Maurya, Shankaran nodded as the car pulled up to the patio of the entrance.

Shankaran's words stirred a recognition of similar feelings in Maurya. Staring at the taillights of the car, Maurya acknowledged the depth of his attraction for the first time. He recalled the night when she had saved him from danger. Was he helplessly drawn to her?

He pivoted on his heels, only to stop short on seeing the woman who occupied his thoughts.

Yakshagni - An odyssey of unbroken devotion - II

 12) A Glimpse of Modhera

"Modhera? Where is that?" Maurya demanded.

"It is in Mehsana, Gujarat," Dharma displayed the pictures of the town on the screen, each slide showing the grandeur of the Sun temple.

"And here is the flight of steps from where the models will enter the ramp," Dharma moved to the next slide and continued, "This is the step-well, and a narrow platform around it allows us space for a catwalk. It is also a perfect venue for still photographs for the annual calendar."

"Will we get permission for such a show?" Tapan asked

"It is a protected monument, but they do conduct annual dance festivals," Dharma replied, waiting for Maurya's response.

"Even if the styles of my designs are trendy, their prints are traditional. It is a fusion and to showcase such outfits, it will be ideal if we offer a glimpse of it in the backdrop of a monument that belongs to another time. It will give us an exotic label," Dharma explained, trying to gain the confidence of others around her.

"I think it is an excellent idea," Akhil Sampat, the marketing executive who had appreciated her silently at the last meeting, praised her proposal.

"Yes, it will be a good opportunity for Index Fashions to gain some publicity," Sonia approved and Dharma conferred her a grateful look.

"I agree but what about the expenditure?" Tapan inquired

"We will have to work out the specifics," Maurya answered, gazing at the pictures on the screen. Dharma heaved a sigh of relief, at least he hadn't dismissed her proposal.

"But Maurya, how is it possible to invite guests and models to some godforsaken village? It will ruin our show," Clearly, Rashika disapproved and Dharma did not expect anything else from her.

"I agree, it will cost us too much to conduct our show in some unheard of place, plus, if we don't sell, we will accrue huge losses," Lekha, like always, reiterated Rashika's point.

"As it is, Index does not sell much, so, it hardly matters," Tapan's sardonic response drew much amusement around the table although Rashika and Lekha were definitely not pleased about it. Tapan continued, "To gain some, we have to lose some. And if we stand to gain more, why not try it?"

"I think Dharma's proposal will pave a new path for Index Fashion. If we cover the event adequately in the press, then it will be a drawing card for us," Sonia's viewpoint elicited more opinions, most of them in agreement with the idea.

"Mitali, work out the cost for the whole show and give me the details by next week. Dharma, provide details of the apparel, cost, and execution as early as possible. Find out the ideal time to have the show there. A team from Index and Krishna must visit the town and collect information about the permits and availability. Dharma, I want you to accompany the teams," Maurya directed.

Dharma nodded, excitement rising at the thought of visiting a new place, especially an architectural legacy like Modhera.

The meeting ended and Maurya, followed by Rashika left the room. Others streamed out gradually.

"Hey, congrats!" Tapan offered his hand and Dharma's vibrant smile took him by surprise.

"Thank you for the support. I hope I will be able to pull this off successfully."

"Of course, you will!"

"I will bug you if I need any clarification," Dharma said, sliding the bag over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the warning. I think I will go on a long holiday."

Dharma jabbed his arm with her phone, and together, they exited the room.

"Bye Tapan, see you later."

"Care for a cup of coffee?"

"In your room? Thanks! I will pass," Dharma's response evinced his indignation.

"Dharma!" he shrieked airily, and Dharma chuckled at his antics. "That was rude. I will keep in mind your disrespect," his mock outrage drew Dharma's laughter.

"Disrespect?" she teased

"Yes, my studio is my shrine."

"Right, I am sorry."

"No need. I was kidding," Tapan slid his arms around her shoulder in a warm hug and they parted.

In the car, Dharma thanked Sonia profusely for her support. Even if Dharma was aware that Sonia had taken advantage of the situation to settle her own score with Lekha, she was grateful that Sonia had stood by her till the end.  She learnt later that Sonia had been as naïve and enthusiastic as Dharma when she had joined the firm but Lekha had peeled away her innocence, baring her to a world where sincere friendships had no place. Consequently, Sonia had hardened herself.

"And you know Dharma when Index Fashion changed hands and Maurya became the chief, I was the happiest person. I could see that he was more open to new ideas and people. Rashika changed all that and once again, I was thrown back to the same situation."

Dharma listened quietly, hoping that she would not have to face what Sonia had in her career.

"But somewhere along the years, I learnt to voice my opinion and I am glad that I did today. I know Maurya would listen to me. I realize that we connect at a different level," Sonia's revealing words stirred Dharma's doubts. She shot a glance at the other woman and noticed the dreamy expression.

When she tried to sleep that night, she thought of Maurya, Rashika, Lekha, and Sonia and how their interpersonal relationships affected their work.

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Maurya stared at the gossamer night through the large window and reflected on the day's activities. Amidst the clutter of images from the day, he recollected the architectural beauty of the monument that Dharma had displayed on the screen. Somehow, the pictures stayed with him. He browsed for the place called Modhera. When the pictures appeared on the screen, he was once again intrigued by the monument. There was something about the pillars and domes that piqued his curiosity. The dazzling and awe-inspiring structure took his breath away and tempted him to visit the place. When a strange yearning arose in him, he was startled to realize that he wanted to go to Modhera with Dharma.

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The next day, there was a slanging match between Lekha and Sonia in the office. Their argument echoed around the building. Besides, Rashika was not present in the office that day. Dharma plugged her earphones and blocked the discord. She had no interest in listening to the war of words between Sonia and Lekha. However, it was a much-needed fight and Dharma hoped that they would resolve their differences by the end of the row. The bulk production of export orders arrived and Dharma was busy checking, re-checking, and then preparing counterfoil for the buyers. The documents for the shipment had to be drawn and hence Dharma worked in tandem with the respective departments. It took her an entire day to dispatch the cartons. By the end of the day, she had no time to work on the upcoming Index Fashions show. Meanwhile, Dharma was invited personally to a party that Tapan was throwing to celebrate his show's success. Dharma pondered if she should show up. Tapan had been very helpful to her and not attending the party would be impolite on her part. She also learnt that he had invited only a select staff from the office. Pooja was one of them and they decided to attend the party together.

Tapan lived in an independent house. Dharma, who had known about the party the previous day, had worn a jacket over a black top, for work. She removed the jacket before joining the party. In pastel green trousers and a black silk top, Dharma looked stunning.

Tapan welcomed them warmly. Other than the staff members from Krishna Industries, there were a few well-known designers and some talented artists. Tapan introduced Dharma to his friends. She mingled with ease. Some of them were pretentious but Dharma did not mind. She enjoyed discussing the latest trends and fashion. Drinks flowed freely and the snacks tasted delicious. Helping Tapan as a host, was a gorgeous model whom Tapan had known since school. Together, they took care of the guests. Kedar and Vishu Marco made a brief appearance but left quite early. Akhil Sampat, the marketing executive from Krishna Industries hovered around Dharma most of the time, hoping to catch her attention.

When she helped herself to a plate of snacks, he approached her, "Hi Dharma, remember we met earlier?"

"I do," she smiled at him.

"How long have you worked for Index? The last meeting was the first time I saw you."

"It is almost three months now. Have you worked here long?"

"Oh, I joined as soon as I stepped out of college. Maurya has been my mentor and guide."

"Oh!"

"But I haven't come across anyone who spoke to him as boldly as you did at the last meeting," Akhil gushed, surrounding her with a whiff of the overpowering scent of the cologne he wore.

"Really, I suppose I must thank my stars for the honour," she replied, meaning it in light humour.

Akhil burst out laughing, arresting everyone's attention in the room. Dharma mused if she had been really that funny.

"Sorry! You are so funny," he explained and Dharma gave a dry smile, picking a piece of Hariyali Kebabs and tasting it delicately. It was then that she saw Maurya at the end of the room. She tensed, swallowing the piece of food with difficulty. Akhil was narrating an anecdote from his school days but her attention stayed on Maurya. He had changed from his formal clothes and now, wore a light cream linen shirt and white cotton trousers. Dharma's eyes wandered around the room, trying to find another man as suave as Maurya. She failed to find one, chiding herself for the futile exercise.

Listening to Akhil was like hearing a tap of water flow continuously without any pause. The tediousness of his topic and the monotony of his modulation bored Dharma but politeness was second nature to her, and she indulged him, hoping that someone would rescue her.

Her guardian angel was none other than Maurya himself. As soon as Akhil saw him, he stopped his monologue and greeted his boss.

Nodding, Maurya asked, "Enjoying?" including Dharma in his amused glance.

"Yes sir, your glass is empty. Shall I get you something?" Akhil asked devotedly.

Maurya cast a glance at his glass and asked Akhil to get his favourite blend of whisky. When Akhil hurried to please his boss, Maurya grinned at Dharma, "You must thank me for rescuing you. Akhil gets carried away at times."

"He worships you," Dharma answered self-consciously. She saw Tapan and Pooja stealing curious glances at them.

Maurya shrugged, regarding the gathering with a distracted glance.

"How did you come up with a place like Modhera? Have you been there?" he asked with interest.

Her eyes clashed with his, "No, never been there but it popped up on my screen some days ago and I was enchanted by its rich architecture. Then, a few days ago, a friend of mine mentioned this place casually."

"It is a very engrossing monument," Maurya commented, his attention drawn to her magnificent eyes like a magnet.

"Yes, it was built during the reign of Bhima I of the Chalukya Dynasty around the year 1026."

"What? Is it that old?" Maurya asked in astonishment.

"It was built as a temple for the Sun Lord. The main chamber is designed in such a way that the first rays of the rising sun light up the image of Surya during solar equinox days and on the summer solstice day, the sun shines directly above the temple at noon casting no shadow."

"Whew, amazing!" Maurya exclaimed, watching her face light up with excitement.

"There are almost hundred and eight tiny shrines for various gods and demi-gods around the step well," Dharma added.

"Is there regular worship now?"

"No, regular worship stopped long ago when the main temple was destroyed and the idols were mutilated by invaders. You can learn many more stories from a priest who stays close to the vicinity. He has been taking care of the temple."

"How do you know all these?" an attentive Maurya queried.

"The one and only..." she named a popular search engine and a genuine smile appeared on his face, arresting Dharma's attention. He looked younger when he smiled like that, thought Dharma.

"Sir," Akhil returned with Maurya's favourite blend.

Someone else approached Maurya and drew his attention. Excusing herself, Dharma escaped from Akhil's cloying presence.

When she returned to the hostel, Dharma rehashed her conversation with Maurya like a broken record. 

Yakshagni - An odyssey of unbroken devotion - II

 11) The Descendant

Shankaran Murthy's unresolved dilemma directed him to seek the advice of his old friend Dushyant Bhadera. Maurya Anurag Verma, the owner of the house, 'Avadhi' was not willing to visit Anuragnicheri, and Shankaran had no wish to open the dilapidated house when Mahendran Namboodri had forbidden him. Hence, he travelled from Anuragnicheri to the small town of Orchha to meet his friend. Dushyant and Shankaran had studied together under Mahendran Namboodri. They had taken great joy in studying subjects like Esoteric Philosophy, Theosophy, and ancient civilizations and they used to pester their master with questions. A fortnight earlier, when Shankaran received a letter from Dushyant, he surmised that his long-lost friend would be the ideal person to take advice from regarding Avadhi and its owner, however, his friend lived in a remote location without any of the modern technology and to reach him, Shankaran had to undertake a long-distance train journey.

When the train stopped at Jhansi, Shankaran alighted quickly as it would not stop for more than a minute. Shankaran made use of the retiring room at the station. He bathed, freshened up, and after a cup of tea and breakfast, he felt more prepared to face the two-hour journey to Orchha by road. Instead of a bus, he took a taxi to the small town. The journey was quite interesting as the landscape was dotted with remains of old monuments. Shankaran sensed that the region still retained the remnants of bygone empires.

When the taxi dropped him a few kilometres away from Dushyant's house, Shankaran viewed the quiet lane and the village houses with interest. The exposed bricks of the houses looked rustic and the gates had ornamental frames. He stepped inside the courtyard of Dushyant’s house tentatively. The tall and dashing Dushyant rushed out of his house.

"Shankaran, my dear friend, welcome to Orchha!" A delighted Dushyant led his friend to the main quarters. Inside the austere house, Shankaran took a seat on the woven tapestry that was spread on the rough and uneven floor.

"Where were you all these years Dushyant? You just disappeared. I was so happy when I got your letter after so many years."

"I moved around to many places. Like I told you I had a mission and I had to complete it."

"Mahendran sir was looking for you for a long time."

"I know, I wanted to contact him but I moved to so many places that I lost track of time and place. When I reached Orchha, I contacted you and learnt that he was no more. I hope his end was peaceful."

"Yes, he had a peaceful end. He had taken care of a boy whom he had rescued from a gang of child traffickers and he handed the boy a promising future. So, he was happy and rested."

"Good, he was always kind to people," Dushyant said thoughtfully

"What are you doing in this place?"

"You know Orchha was built by a Bundela Rajput, and Rajputs usually build cenotaphs so I came here looking for the cluster of cenotaphs. I am studying them," Dushyant replied, settling down on the floor.

"Why are you studying these particular ones?"

"Not just these. I have been studying cenotaphs in many places. Through them, I am trying to find a link to an old dynasty."

"Why? Are you a descendant of the dynasty?"

"I don't know. But I have been entrusted with a job hence I have been travelling all over the country. Enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I have been in a quandary ever since Mahendran sir handed me a key to an old house."

"What house?" Shankaran explained the story of Avadhi and its owner.

"Meet him personally then. Where does this young man stay?" Dushyant inquired.

"New Delhi."

"Since you have travelled all the way from Anuragnicheri to Orchha, you could also go to Delhi. It is not too far from here."

"I suppose I should."

"When you meet him in person and explain, he would understand the gravity of the situation. What is this owner's name?"

"Maurya Anurag Verma..."

"And he is the one Mahendran sir rescued?"

"Yes, he was very fond of the boy," Shankaran said, reminiscing the times when he had met Mahendran Namboodri to enquire about his health. "He was very fond of you too. He asked me often if I had heard any news about you," Shankaran added.

Inhaling a deep breath, Dushyant explained, "He knew I was in search of something very important and hence he didn't want to disturb me. If he had wanted, he could have found me through his secret network."

"Oh, he had a huge network. I often wondered how he managed to control such a network from his house in central Kerala."

"I believe he was gifted with special powers."

"Yes, he could even talk to spirits."

Recalling their mentor with affection, they chatted about him for a while. Shankaran's eyes fell on the maps drawn on the wall, impelling him to ask curiously, "So why are you searching cenotaphs? What can you possibly find?"

"Cenotaphs or Chhatri are memorials built for royalty. Rajputs, Marathas, and Mughals used to build them. In Orchha, there is a cluster of them built in the vicinity of the fort. I am studying each one of them to find if one of the dead royals had a connection to the Bhadra dynasty."

"What is so special about the dynasty?"

"The Bhadras used to be the revered rulers of an ancient kingdom called Alaka. They were prosperous and thriving but over time, the dynasty declined due to corruption and other vices. The kingdom also shrunk because neighbouring rulers fought with them constantly and invaded many parts of Alaka. Over the years, only the capital city Alakapuri remained with them. It became a very tiny kingdom but it existed for a long time. And subsequently, I guess Shunga and Khadga dynasties took over."

"Then how come you are the descendent?"

"Khadga dynasty named their rulers Bhadera. And so, I was told by my ancestors that since the name is similar to Bhadras, the same dynasty could have continued."

"So Dushyant Bhadera hails from the kingdom of Alaka," Shankaran made his observation aloud.

Dushyant chuckled, "Put like that, it sounds good."

"So why are you so keen to dig into your roots?"

"There has been a secret passed from generation to generation in our family. The practice is that one member of a generation is honoured with the task of finding the secret and he dedicates his life to it. But I have to tell you that none of my ancestors have found anything related except that, there is a link somewhere in one of the cenotaphs,"

"So that is the reason you are probing these cenotaphs..."

"Yes, I think Mahendran sir knew that I was searching for it. I believe it is why he let me go without any questions."

"If you don't mind, may I ask what the secret is?"

"I don't mind telling you because I know you will not disclose it to anyone."

"Of course, I promise I won't but if you don't want to tell me, it is ok."

"No no… I will tell you. It is believed that in ancient Alaka, some of the wise men had knowledge about time - travel."

"What?"

"Yes, one of the kings escaped into another time period. I am trying to learn the identity of that king because some significant message is inscribed on his cenotaph."

"Oh, that is very interesting but it is a tough task."

"I know, that is why none of my ancestors have found it so far."

"So, this Khadga or Shunga dynasty existed till when?"

"I am here. Doesn't that count?"

Shankaran laughed, "Yes, but you are not sure if you really belong to this dynasty,"

"Right, I don't. I believe this dynasty existed till around the 7th Century. There is another thought-provoking story about Alaka. During the rule of Bhadras, Alaka began to decline because they had burnt down a flourishing forest. The inhabitants of the forest had cursed the kingdom."

"Oh? Fascinating! I still can't believe that our ancients believed in time-travel. I thought it was only a modern science fiction notion."

"No, not only time-travel, but they also knew about a wormhole that had existed in the kingdom."

"Good lord, this is tempting me to stay here and learn the truth."

"Most welcome! I have made some food. Let us have a meal and discuss this further."

************

Dharma worked hard on her sketches and had them ready before the meeting. Taking inspiration from Tapan's designs, Dharma was quite excited to display her work but she had doubts about Rashika and Lekha allowing her to present her sketches. So, she showed her sketches to Sonia who liked them.

At the sight of Dharma, Lekha rapped, "I hope you won't make unnecessary remarks about our designs at the meeting today."

"I won't make unnecessary remarks but I will surely speak out necessary points."

Lekha's eyes flared with anger but she had no retort so they waited in tense silence for Rashika, Maurya, and others.

When Maurya walked into the conference room, Dharma tried not to stare at Maurya even though her eyes were drawn to him constantly. Irked, Dharma forced herself to concentrate on the notes that she was taking. The meeting began with Rashika addressing everyone about how she and Lekha worked on the theme and location. Dharma was delighted when Tapan rushed in to join the meeting. Running his eyes around the table, he waved at Dharma.

When Rashika finished, Lekha began to display the sketches and narrate the details. Dharma noted that they hadn't changed their designs or theme.

Tapan raised his hand after three designs were shown but Maurya asked him to wait till the end of the presentation. Tapan's appearance unnerved Lekha and she fumbled. When the last design was shown, Rashika took over, "So, they were designed with motifs inspired from the Mughal era and the location is like we told you, the old lake behind our head office. I believe it would be ideal for this particular theme."

Maurya listened quietly and asked Rashika, "Any other presentation from your other designers?"

Without hesitation, Rashika replied, "No..."

"So Tapan what do you think?" Maurya quizzed.

"They are not out of the box."

"We are not going for out of the box either. It is the first show of Index Fashions and we don't want to jeopardise our old clients. Hence, we are going for tried and tested designs," Rashika answered Tapan with obvious irritation.

Tapan shrugged not saying much. Maurya reminded him, "Tapan, if you have credible reasons, express them aloud. This meeting is held precisely for that reason, so that we can alter the designs or location," looking around the table, he added, "If others have an opinion, you can speak them out," his glance touched Dharma briefly.

"Even if they are tried and tested, Index has never produced apparels of these kinds. So, it is new for you and if it is a new line you are going for, then I suggest you go for something that has a touch of Index Fashion," Tapan suggested what Dharma was thinking all along. "To go suddenly for something that has all Mughal motifs is not advisable." Tapan declared further.

"So, what is that touch that Index Fashion has?" Lekha asked stupidly. Tapan who had been polite because he was addressing Rashika, turned to Lekha now with scorn, "You should know what Index Fashion has been selling all along. You were their designer, weren't you?"

His words brought a flush of colour to Lekha's face and Dharma felt sorry for her. Rashika eyed Tapan, "What do you suggest Tapan? We should not carry forward these designs?"

"No! To be frank, they are outdated. You need to come up with something trendier and chic."

"Maurya, I thought you liked the designs?" Rashika uttered sulkily.

"I have my experts here. We should listen to their recommendations," Maurya remarked, angering Rashika more. She slumped down on the chair and sputtered, "Ok, so you tell us what we should do. Scrap the show?"

"Dharma, do you have something to show?" Maurya asked, taking her by surprise. Everyone turned to look at her. Dharma's eyes flew to Rashika, hoping that Maurya's fiancée would be smarter and use the opportunity to her advantage but Rashika only stared at her with something akin to belligerence. Unexpectedly, Sonia used the chance to get into the good books of Maurya.

"Yes, Dharma has come up with an excellent collection but Lekha had refused to look at them."

Wow! That was an astonishing volte-face from Sonia. Dharma concluded later that Sonia had been waiting for an opportunity like that to pay back Lekha.

"Then show them to us. What are you waiting for?" Maurya commanded and Dharma took out her tab to present the assortment of designs. Her narration was simple and to the point, unlike Lekha who had waxed eloquently about Mughal motifs.

She had prepared eight designs and when she finished, she caught Maurya's glance. He turned to Tapan questioningly.

Tapan's simple answer touched Dharma, "I approve. There is freshness and authenticity in the designs. I think it would sell..."

Dharma intended her next statement as the clincher, "As for the venue, I suggest that we show our line in Modhera, around the old stepwell."

Yakshagni - An odyssey of unbroken devotion - II

 10) The Inspiration

After stepping out of her hostel, Dharma began to dislike the subdued morning in no time. She loved sunny mornings when the sun's rays waltzed with one another to shimmer on the metropolis and its residents. At present, the rays struggled to emerge out of the hanging clouds and the city seemed swathed in a wearisome peppery stupor. The yellow headlights of the city bus pierced through the fog to announce its arrival.

Mrs. Singh was back to work and Dharma was delighted to see her. Although they had conversed over the phone many times, Dharma had not been able to visit her at her house. She was admonished by Mrs. Singh for the same, and after Dharma explained about Kamya's accident, Mrs. Singh wished for a speedy recovery for Kamya.

"You know Dharma, my husband has decided to take me out for a vacation. I won't be here for a week."

"Oh, where is he taking you?"

"His friends live in Mehsana so they invited us over."

"I have heard of the place somewhere," Dharma mused aloud

"Oh, it is quite a famous and old city near Ahmedabad and there are plenty of temples, old step-wells, and a Rajmahal to see."

"Sounds interesting!" Dharma acknowledged, thinking of the old lake behind the head office of Krishna Industries.

"Yeah, do you know there is also an ancient Sun Temple near Mehsana?"

"Sun temple? I thought only Konark had Sun temple."

"Oh, there are many Sun temples in India, some of them were destroyed by invading armies and some lay in ruins. They have Sun temples even in Egypt and China."

"Oh!"

"Yes, and this temple in Modhera was built in the tenth or eleventh century by the Chalukya dynasty."

And so, it dawned on Dharma, "Oh yes, now I remember seeing the glorious architecture on my laptop. It fascinated me."

"They even conduct annual dance festivals," Mrs. Singh furnished more details of the place.

The moment Dharma was at her desk, the first thing that she did was browse the internet for Modhera.

"Hey Dharma, you are coming to the show today na?" the pattern-maker asked her.

"What?" a distracted Dharma glanced at Pooja.

"You don't remember? It is Alka Balani's show. We planned to go together," Pooja reminded her.

"Oh yes, of course, we will go, what time?"

"We will leave around three. The show begins at four."

"Sure! I will finish some work by then."

There was only skeletal staff in the office. Most of them, including Rashika, Lekha, and Sonia were attending the shows of the fashion week. Turning back to the screen, she absorbed the image of the Sun temple and the surrounding monuments, which presented Dharma with an idea that renewed her aesthetic talent.

Although Rashika had stated that Lekha would continue to show bridal wear in Mughal theme, Dharma was sceptical about Maurya granting permission for the display. At the last meeting, she had somehow taken note of his uncertain speculation over Lekha's enthusiastic narration of the show's theme and location. Dharma had misgivings about the designs getting approval from him. Hence, she continued to sketch designs and prepare a theme for the show. She wanted to be on guard for the next meeting and didn't want to expose the same ignorance that had upset her previously.

The morning's contemplation also made her aware of something that confounded her. She realized that she was unusually attuned to Maurya's moods and thoughts. During her growing-up years, she had been well adapted to her friends' temperaments, but with Maurya, there was another level of familiarization. She hadn't even known him for long but she could discern to a great level what his thoughts or moods were from his impassive face as if she were the only one to whom he deemed fit to express his state of mind. Drawing a deep breath, she berated herself for being so naïve as to consider herself clever enough to understand a complex man like Maurya. She concluded that he, probably, gave much the same impression to everyone he met.

Loading her designs onto the file, she worked on a presentation with relevant details for the upcoming show of Index Fashions. She would keep it ready if Rashika and Lekha's designs were rejected.

***************

Dharma was bowled over by the oomph and sparkle that were expressed unmistakeably in the designs of Alka Balani. The models that the designer had chosen displayed the right blend of sophistication and coyness. There were catcalls and cheering every time a model sashayed on the ramp. An apparent air of effervescence encompassed the auditorium.

Since all the seats were already occupied, Dharma and Pooja positioned themselves at the end of the row of seats in the auditorium. Like them, those who arrived late hovered near the door.

Someone tapped on Dharma's shoulder and when she swung around, she was surprised to see the thin-framed Tapan.

"Hey girls, enjoying?"

"Yes absolutely! I love her designs," Dharma answered in a rush, overwhelmed by the ingenuity of Alka's creations.

"I agree, hers is the only original creation here."

"When are you showing your designs?"

"Day after! You will come right?" he asked cordially, eyeing Pooja.

Pooja nodded fervently, gawking at Tapan with unabashed devotion. Tapan looked pleased with Pooja's blatant adoration. After working at Index Fashions for more than a couple of months, Dharma had figured that Tapan was considered something of a fashion wizard in the office. He was an acclaimed designer and his creations invariably captured the interest of the fashion paparazzi. When Dharma joined the office, she had not recognized Tapan and had taken him to be a maverick designer. Even when she had visited his outlandish office, she had not identified him to be the TP that the press often referred to. It was only recently that she had come to know about his reputation and that too only from Sonia. She had explained that after having Lekha as their only designer, it was a delightful surprise to the staff to have a popular designer like Tapan in their midst.

Now as Pooja beamed at him, Dharma replied, "Of course! I won't miss it. Finally, it will give me a chance to search for an omission in the celebrated TP's creation."

Tapan chortled with delight, "I knew the minute I saw you that you had evil intentions..."

"But naturally! What do you expect from a witch in disguise?"

Enjoying the direction of their conversation, Tapan's eyes dilated with brazen pleasure, "Is that what Lekha calls you now?"

Grinning, Dharma said, "Ah not in so many words but it is what I believe."

Pooja's eyes darted from Dharma to Tapan and back. She barely understood what they were speaking about but her pretty face turned red every time Tapan deigned to accord her a smile.

"Don't worry! Maurya would put her in place." His voice turned to a conspiring whisper as he asked, "So what do you think of Rashika?"

Dharma glanced at Pooja uneasily, not wanting to gossip in front of her. Clearly, Tapan enjoyed gossiping and he indulged in it with no holds barred.

"She is good. And that is all you are going to get from me," Dharma warned lightly.

Taking the cue from her, Tapan changed the subject. By the end of Alka Balani's show, Tapan had invited Pooja on a date.

They were the first ones to exit at the end of the show. Tapan took them to the coffee shop in the lobby. They stood chatting when Dharma was again hailed by a familiar voice. Swinging around, she saw Vishu Marco and Kedar.

"Dharma.... it is so nice to see you girl," hugging her close to him, Vishu exclaimed, "I guess, you have started to make a mark in the fashion world..."

"No way! I am still absorbing and learning. I have a long way to go," Dharma returned, observing that Vishu and Kedar were attired in coordinated colours.

"She is fibbing. Our chief has already taken a penchant for her," Tapan's words brought a faint colour to Dharma's face. She shot a look at Tapan but he seemed unruffled by her chagrin. Dharma was not sure if he had uttered them intentionally or unintentionally.

"What rubbish! I haven't yet displayed my designs. I am just a novice right now," Dharma averted the subject to Vishu's paintings and they began to chat about his works.

On their drive back, Tapan asked curiously, "How do you know Vishu and Kedar?"

"I met Kedar at one of our shows and he introduced me to Vishu," Dharma was unwilling to reveal her modelling for Vishu's painting. "Is Kedar modelling for your show?"

"Yep..." Tapan turned his attention to Pooja, flirting and barraging her with compliments. Dharma who was sitting at the back paid scant attention to Tapan or his conversation with Pooja. She was deep in thought over Tapan's comment regarding Maurya and his penchant for her. She was angry at Tapan for uttering such loose statements but if she expressed her annoyance, he would only get more curious. So, she sat quietly, watching the view outside.

Once or twice, Tapan caught her eyes through the rear-view mirror but her deadpan face forbade him from any suggestive wisecracks.

*************

All the staff members attended Tapan's fashion show. It was sponsored and organized by Krishna Industries.  The venue was a poolside of an indoor sports stadium. The pool was lit with hurricane lamps that were fitted around the swimming pool to present an ethereal aura. One side of the U-shaped stadium was reserved for VIPs and media. A pink carpet was draped on all sides of the pool. Someone asked Dharma and others to assist Tapan, who seemed flustered and grouchy. Dharma helped the models with their costumes. Amidst the chaos, Dharma saw Maurya having a pep talk with Tapan. The black trousers and the crisp ginger-brown blazer looked very attractive on Maurya. Dharma found the black silk shirt that he wore inside his blazer wolfish. While Dharma was lost in admiring him, Kedar tugged her arm and grabbed her attention. Thus, she missed Maurya spying on them or running his eyes over her outfit.

Dharma was dressed in white ankle-length narrow pants and a dark blue top. The darker blue fancy shrug completed her outfit. It was the only garment she owned that was expensive. Normally, she reserved it for special occasions.

When she went back to her seat, the show had just begun with the introduction of special guests. Dharma saw Rashika in a flimsy green sari. She looked gorgeous and was sitting beside Maurya proudly.

Dharma directed her attention to the show. Tapan had outdone himself by producing fashion based on medieval travellers. The fabrics displayed were a combination of textures but the contours and prints were bright and enduring, ideal for travel. Crayon bright, charcoal, and tea rose were the shades that stood out. With a timeless quality about the sleeves, necklines, and bodice, Tapan had created a line that took inspiration from the exploration and travel that had been abundant in the medieval period. He had given the theme a contemporary twist. Neither ruffled collars nor elaborate skirts could be seen. Glamorous and edgy with a touch of elusiveness, was the definition that came to mind. There were loud gasps and sighs at each model's entrance. The show stoppers wore a frosted ivory skirt suit and a men's suit, tailored in the same fabric. Kedar sauntered flamboyantly in the suit followed by a palanquin in which the model in the skirt suit sat demurely. The significance of the tableau was that even in a skirt suit, and hemmed in a seat in a craft, one could feel comfortable, fold their legs and relax. The skirt would not come in the way because it catered to such travelling; expensive, swift, and yet, it was drop-dead gorgeous. The palanquin was set on the floor and a model stepped out daintily. She took Kedar's hand, and together, they strutted around the pool. They waited for Tapan to appear and when he did, they lifted his hands high in acknowledgement. There was a standing ovation and all the models jostled around the designer. Waving and saluting, Tapan made a quick exit, the models following him in a row.

Even after reaching her office, Dharma could not stop thinking about Tapan and his art. It was truly, a revelation to her. She now wanted to make designs that matched Tapan's bold freshness. He had spun a tale about medieval travellers and wove it brilliantly with modern-day journeys. Dharma wished she possessed his prowess and acumen.

No wonder Maurya tolerated Tapan's eccentricities. Compared to Tapan's designs, she found her sketches lacklustre. Discarding them, she began to sketch once again. She yearned to see the pride and admiration in Maurya's eyes that she had witnessed when Tapan's show stopper was unveiled. It was not possible to compete with Tapan but she promised herself that she would create designs that would take Maurya's breath away. Tapan was an inspiration to her but Maurya was her drive.

************

When Chaitanya came out of the mental hospital in Bilaspur, he was furious with Seema's parents for hiding the truth about Seema's earlier therapy. If he had known that she had psychological issues, he would never have married her. Who would want to marry an insane woman? He felt cheated but he now had a weapon to wrangle out of the relationship without losing anything. His father-in-law had pleaded with him to not abandon his daughter. He had promised to let Chaitanya and Seema live in the sprawling bungalow in Bilaspur. Seema's parents would be moving to a much smaller flat on the outskirts of the town and the older man asked Chaitanya to take residence in the bungalow at once. Alone in the large house with Seema still in the hospital, Chaitanya began to plot the chase and trap of Dharma. He had followed Kamya to New Delhi and had located the hostel Dharma was staying in. Now, it was up to him to lay the trap. While Seema was busy bellowing to one and all that Dharma was the one destroying her marriage, Chaitanya was hell-bent on overcoming Dharma's rebuff and ensnaring her.

Yakshagni - An odyssey of unbroken devotion - II

 9) An All - Consuming Love

"Maurya, stay here for the night," Brahim's request made Dharma uneasy.  She didn't want her friends to be on such casual terms with her boss, especially with a man as complex as Maurya.

"I don't think so Brahim. I would be troubling you too much."

"No of course not! Moreover, it is not advisable to drive so late, especially after drinks," Brahim insisted and Kamya seconded him.

"Well, if you insist, then I will take up your offer."

"Oh great, you can use my..." before Brahim could complete the sentence, Maurya cut short him, "I will take this couch. You don't have to give up your room for me."

"But..."

"No Brahim, I will stay only if you allow me this couch."

"Ok, you are welcome to use it..."

They hung around for some more time, chatting about various topics. Then Kamya who was almost on the verge of falling asleep excused herself. Some moments later, Brahim took off. Dharma and Maurya were the only ones left and Dharma cleared the room. She declined Maurya's help when she began to wash utensils. After cleaning the kitchen, when she passed the living room, she saw Maurya stretched on the couch. She hesitated, then wishing him goodnight, she moved to the bedroom that she and Kamya were sharing.

"Hand me a pillow..." Maurya demanded.  She searched for an extra pillow in the bedroom. Both Brahim and Kamya were asleep so she couldn't ask them. There wasn't an extra pillow.  Exchanging her pillow with a cushion, she took her pillow to Maurya. But before she handed him the pillow, she had one last question. He had an arm over his eyes but he hadn't yet slept.

"Why are you avoiding Rashika?" mustering the courage, she asked him finally.

He shifted his arm to glance at her. She was standing a few feet away from the couch with the pillow.

"None of your business. Now, pass me that pillow," he commanded. Flinging the pillow at Maurya who snatched it before it hit the floor, Dharma stalked back to the bedroom. Heading to the bathroom, she muttered about men who thought no end of themselves.

When she flopped on the bed, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Tossing and turning on the couch, Maurya pushed the pillow under his head. The whiff of fragrance that enveloped the pillow, invaded him with its familiar potency. It impelled him to bury his face deeper into the pillow, prompting him to fall into an undisturbed sleep.

**********

When Dharma woke up the next morning, Maurya had already left. There was no sign of him in the living room. Brahim and Kamya were still asleep. Dharma made herself a cup of tea and settled on the balcony, basking in the warmth of the morning.  She was in no hurry because it was a Sunday and she would leave for the hostel after Brahim and Kamya woke up.

Last night was like a dream to her. She had not believed that Maurya would mingle with her friends with such ease. He had been a patient listener as Kamya narrated her ordeal. To Brahim, he had enthusiastically explained the vagaries of certain brands of cars and phones. Dharma had been the one to whom he spoke the least. However, it still irked her that he hadn't confessed the real reason for camping with her friends.

***************

Maurya switched on his phone and saw many missed calls from Rashika. In no hurry to reach her, he washed and had breakfast at his flat. He then headed to the farmhouse where Rashika was spending the weekend with her friends. Refusing to think about the previous night, Maurya concentrated on the work that had to be finished in the coming week. Driving through the gate of the sprawling farmhouse that Rashika's friend Arjun owned, Maurya parked his car next to Rashika's BMW. Striding to the main entrance, Maurya observed that last night's buoyant high mood had spilled over to the morning as he saw a couple of guys sprawled on the poolside with drinks.

The manservant who opened the door led him to a bright living room where the French windows gave easy access to the pool and the garden surrounding it.

"Saab is sleeping," the man announced tentatively.

"No problem! Can you tell Rashika that Maurya is here?" after a pause, he quizzed, "I hope you know who Rashika is."

"Yes, I know. I will tell her.”

Maurya paid attention to the house. The room was done up in pleasing colours, with careful consideration given to space and light. A maid offered him freshly made orange juice. Sipping the juice, he sauntered to the poolside and made himself comfortable on a deck chair. The pool was deep but not deep enough to dive.

"Why didn't you come last night?"

Maurya turned around slowly and saw a petulant Rashika, striking a defiant pose. Dressed in a long wrap-around with a halter neck, her shoulders were bare. Her hair was left open and her grey eyes avoided him.

"I told you I had a dinner appointment. Didn't you enjoy the weekend?" Maurya asked, rising from the deck chair and studying Rashika keenly. He was curious to know if his ploy worked.

Rashika nodded, staring at the pool. Arjun followed Rashika and greeted Maurya. In a crisp T-shirt and shorts, Arjun stood very close to Rashika, his eyes straying on her constantly.

"We were waiting for you long last night but you ditched Rashika at the last moment."

"Ditched?" Maurya asked sceptically and a faint colour crept up on Arjun's face. He stammered, "You know what I mean. Rashi was really upset that you didn't come."

"I am sure she must have been adequately comforted," Maurya's words urged Rashika to stare at him pointedly.

"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

Maurya shrugged, "How could you miss me when you were surrounded by such wonderful friends? I wouldn't have..." he drawled.

Moving closer to Maurya, she murmured, "Arya, I missed you so much." She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. Maurya darted a look at Arjun who seemed visibly uncomfortable. He had turned his face away and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair.

"I am sure you did," Maurya's words dripped with sarcasm.

"What matters is you are here now." She turned towards Arjun and directed, "Arjun, we will resume the game after the others are up. Then we will show Maurya the video we shot yesterday."

"Sorry, I can't join you," Maurya apologized, noting the relief on Arjun's face.

"What do you mean you can't Arya? You are here and that is what matters," Rashika demanded, pouting at him.

"I am here to let you know my unavailability in person. I have a meeting today and I can't miss it."

"It is Sunday Arya. If it is an important meeting, papa will attend," Rashika implored.

"No, I have to be there in person."

"Ok, then I will come with you," Rashika decided aloud.

"No, you stay here as planned," Maurya advised. He could see that Rashika was in two minds. Rashika and Arjun's exchange of glances confirmed to Maurya what he had hoped for all along.

"Don't worry Rashika. I won't mind if you are enjoying but you will have to excuse me," Maurya responded. Nodding at Arjun, he left quickly, not allowing a chance to Rashika to change her mind.

Driving back to the office, he wished that Rashika would follow her heart's desires. Watching the fog clear, he willed that his conscience too afforded him such clarity. The guard at the building greeted him cheerfully and he marched to his office, glad to be left alone with thoughts as convoluted as they could be.

Over the years, Maurya had worked diligently for Krishna Industries, hoping that Vasukinath would hand over the control of Krishna Industries to him. However, when Rashika had confessed that her father was searching for a groom, it had dawned on him that Vasukinath would always first look after the interests of his daughter, and only then would he consider Maurya for any major stakeholding in the company. It had occurred to Maurya then that Vasukinath's prospective son-in-law would be the first choice for the chairmanship and not Maurya. Honestly, he had also liked Rashika then. Hence, he had proposed to her at once but following the engagement, Rashika had grown unnecessarily possessive, curbing his freedom and encroaching on his privacy. The relationship had started to feel oppressive. He wanted to break off the engagement. But it would also mean disappointing Vasukinath Krishna. He didn't think that his mentor would forgive him for breaking the engagement.

And Maurya was not willing to surrender his hold on the company that he had built up with such devotion and determination. It was around the same time that he had recognized Arjun's infatuation with Rashika. Maurya did not mind it, in fact, it provided him with a crafty idea. If Rashika broke the engagement, then Maurya could bargain with Vasukinath for a major stake in Krishna Industries. Thus, he had begun to manoeuvre Rashika towards Arjun. When Rashika suggested the weekend idea of spending time at Arjun's farmhouse, Maurya had no plans of joining her. Nonetheless, it gave him a perfect chance to give shape to his plot. So, he had made himself absent over the weekend hoping that Rashika would succumb to Arjun's charms.

Without his presence, he had hoped that Arjun and Rashika would grow closer. From this morning's interaction, he had discerned that his plan was working. Something was definitely brewing between Arjun and Rashika but to what extent, he had to wait and see.

What had surprised him though, was Dharma's calculated guess about his manipulation. He was indeed steering Rashika the way he wanted. And he hoped that his conscience would forgive him if she found love and happiness with Arjun.

Nevertheless, under no circumstance was Maurya going to abandon his position in the company and the rewards that he had accumulated over the years through his hard work.  Even if he had to tolerate Rashika in his life, he would but he would not give up his control of the company. Krishna Industries was on the verge of acquiring two more companies, the execution of which would give him an indisputable edge over others in the industry. And he would be damned if he lost the chance just because he didn't love his fiancée.

Taking a break from his meandering thoughts, he recollected the contentment and pleasure that he had derived from being with Dharma's friends last night. The simple and sweet gathering had made him realize the absence of true friends in his life. It was the first time that he felt that he had been accepted for himself. Brahim or Kamya hadn't expected anything in return from him. He wished he had made a place for such genuine relationships in his life. Alas, he had been too busy chasing his goals.

Unlike him, Dharma accorded more importance to people in her life. Truth be told, he was envious of Dharma for having such caring people in her life. At once, he texted a thank you to all three of them.

***********

Arjun pestered Rashika to meet him on Monday evening. Rashika reluctantly met him at a café that was far away from her house or office.

"Thank god you came Rashi. I was missing you so much!"

"Are you crazy Arjun? How dare you harass me with so many texts and calls?"

"As if you didn't enjoy them! You answered every one of my texts Rashi," Arjun reminded her.

"If I hadn't replied, you would not have stopped. So why did you call me here?"

"To tell you that I miss you," he grabbed her hands and continued, "Rashi, this weekend was the best one I had. It was so wonderful to have you all by myself."

"Stop it, Arjun! You know it was a mistake. It should not have happened at all.”

"But it did happen. I love you, Rashi. How long are you going to pretend that you love that arrogant dork that your father appointed as your keeper?"

"Pretend? I am not pretending," Rashika burst out.

"Is that why you cheated on him?"

"That was a momentary lapse, Arjun. Don't you see he is the one I am going to spend my entire life with," Rashika extracted a tissue from the box on the table and blew her nose.

Arjun frowned at her. "Rashi, listen to yourself! You sound pathetic. As a friend, I am advising you to put a break on your engagement. He does not deserve you. If he had realized your importance in his life, he wouldn't leave you with me. I am sure he knows that I love you," Arjun's impassioned plea fell on deaf ears.

"Stop it! If I don't get Maurya, my life is not worth a dime. Do you hear me, Arjun?"

Rashika's proclamation stunned Arjun. She worried him. He didn't think that Rashika would be able to hold on to Maurya for long. But if she didn't, he hoped that she would not lose her mind.