The man wearing a black fitted suit with white shirt tucked inside and tie hanging around his neck walked down the outer alley of the court towards the end. His clothes defining his broad shoulders and perfect features clearly. Even from back he look magestic going straight passing the crowd in his way towards court then suddenly on his way a man stopped him.

'sir, you won the case

Congratulations!' the police officer said with a smile on his face and joining his hands in a namaste greeting him.

The man turn and looked at him as he was suddenly dragged out of his trance but without changing his expression he nod at him acknowledging his greeting and kept going forward. As he get out of the court he was surrounded by a pack of journalists outside the court's gate.

'sir... please, sir... Sir...' all the journalists tries to get his attention. 'Can you please tell us how you feel on your win' the journalists keep asking him questions. He ignored them and without giving them any answers he kept going forward down the stairs towards the road.

The journalists keep following him but he paid no attention the them his mind was again in a trance thinking about something planning something. He seems to be in a hurry but it was not shown in his elegant movement. He get to his car that was just outside the court's gate after stairs and the chauffeur opened the passenger door for him but he swiftly moved around the car and reached the driver's seat.

'Take the day off, I'll drive' he said in his cold but mesmerising voice

He opened the car's door and enter the driver's seat with journalists still surrounding his car but he drove away.

Driving his car alone thorough a free expressway, passing the lush green streets he finally reached the main gate of a property which read

' Parihar house '

Villa 2A

He pressed the button on his key and the main door opens his car enter the lane and he drove towards a vintage looking Victorian castel in middle of huge lush green garden.

He parked his car in front of the mansion and got out of it. He entered the mansion's front hall the lavish hall completely empty with not not even a soul in sight. He move around the house a little restless passing through the big dining room with a beautiful chandelier on top the whole place had this golden royal look. He put the keys on top of a table and enterd the kitchen that was on right on the dining room.

'Baba* you won again

Congratulations!' the old man in the kitchen stopped chopping and congratulates him with a smile.

He came close to the table and looked towards it with no enthusiasm he reached the table where all the groceries were placed took a look at them and nod towards him acknowledging him too. He kept looking down towards the table still thinking about something. His mind occupied completely to notice things around him.

'hmm' he said as he turn back and left the kitchen. He then move to the basement climbing down the stairs finally he opened the door of a wine cellar. He reached one of the cupboard of wine and started searching through some bottles finally he grabbed one and checked the bottle thoroughly.

In the lavish hall of the mansion he moved opposite to the sunlight coming towards him from the front gate. The sunlight made him look mysterious but at the same time he was looking majestic. On the way towards exiting the house he grabbed one wine glass from the table and walk towards the gate his back still looking majestic. With a slight smile on his face which made him look even more handsome but his smile was not all about happiness there were more to it ...it seems.

Note :-

Baba*- can be used for younger person equivalent to young master

One year back

The front door of the flat opened and a man came from inside wearing only his sweat pants and rubbing his head while yawning a little. It seems he just woke up.

A huge eagle tattoo allover his alluring right shoulder and some if his right chest reaching far to his right wrist was covering his body. His abdomen muscles were clenched showcasing his perfect body and his abs seems like they were carved elegantly. His perfect tall figure with his handsome face made the background blur.

He bent down just outside his door to pick up the newspaper and milk carton that was placed in front of him. He picked up the newspaper and started reading the front page of it while tearing the corner of the milk carton with his mouth.

He leaned towards his door, took support from the walls behind him and kept reading and drinking. Just then a sound came from his left.

'Meow, Meow' a cat approaced him. His eyes fall on the cat. He bent down to pick her up and fed the milk to cat from the cartridge. In front of him was the staircase to go up or down and in the wall right to him was the lift. Just then he heard voice from the floor above his and looked up towards the stairs in front.

'Ommmm...' the chanting and prayer to god was going on in the next floor.

A girl with skin white as milk and loosely tied braids her hair was messy. She was wearing a loose orange suit*. She was sitting down in front of the her door with a bowl of Abeer (powdered colour)that was beside her. She kept looking down making a Rangoli* with Abeer. A flower pattern Rangoli just in front of the main gate of the house.

The main door was decorated with a row of flowers and leaves. The leaves were little dried as they have been hanging above the door since yesterday. In front of her was the same staircase going more up.

She was so indulge in her work that she failed to notice the Abeer on her face which she got when she was fixing her spectacles with back of her fist before. She kept making the Rangoli.

Then a pair of feet reached her from inside the house and stopped in front of the house behind her.

'suru, you're still here?' a woman's voice came from behind her. The woman asked looking down at the girl surprisingly. The lady was wearing a greyish white saree with line pattern on the border.

Suru looked up in surprise and saw the woman who was wearing a red bindi and red bangles in her hands .

' Hurry up, dear they will be here any minute' her mother urges her to get up from the floor.

Suru rubbed her nose and got up she walked inside the house while removing colour from her hands.

'Wait' just then her mother stopped her.

Taking a part of her Sari that the mother was wearing she wiped some colour from suru's face.

'Mom' Suru said while moving her head sideways to remove the mother's face acting a little spoiled. She was cautious not to touch her with her coloured hands.

'Go' her mother gestures her to go inside.

'go now' her mother then send her in fast and went out to pick up the newspaper just outside the gate.

Suru reached the hall of her house. A simple elegantly decorated house. She passed through the cleaned red couch and white drawer shelves on the left. Her father was praying in front of the little house temple. He move the incense stick in his right hand while ringing the bell in his left.

Suru joined her hand in front of the temple standing behind her father to pay respect and then enters the room on her right where her sister was combing her hair. She closed the room's door to get dressed.

'The paper has come?' the father asked as he turn back holding some fresh banana leaves after finishing his prayers.

He sorted out the leaves and walked towards the front door where mother was.

'The boy's family are coming from the US' she said while passing him the paper.

'What if they don't like the home made food' she said looking down with a worried look on her face while the father was busy sorting out the leaves besides her.

'So? What?' the father turned his face towards her asking with a stern face which made the mother a little intimidated.

'So.... should we order some diet coke?' she said suggesting him timidly.

Father kept his stern face and turn back to look at the leaves.

'You can bring instant food in this house, When I am dead!' the father said in a dead serious voice while keeping the stern face as he kept checking the house around with his eyes.

The man downstairs was listening to the conversation between the married couple upstairs and was surprised a little by the man's reply. He looked up towards the floor above him though he couldn't see them he was imagining all sorts of figure that could fit the man.

'understand?' the father said

'okay...leave it...sorry' the mother apologized

Then he passed the bundle of banana leaves to her in the front gate where they were standing.

'Serve the house guests on fresh banana leaves*' he said while passing the leaves to her then

He started putting out those dried leaves decoration from the door

'like we do at home'

'they will appreciate it' he said

Note:- *In southern part of India it's an old tradition to serve food on big Banana leaves on special occasions.

Note:-

*Suit - It's an Indian Ethnic clothing for women with a long tunic. Suit comes in many styles and designs.

*Rangoli- It's an art pattern drawn on the floor with colours from a simple flower design to whatever you want.

' Hurry up, dear they will be here any minute' her mother urges her to get up from the floor.

Suru rubbed her nose and got up she walked inside the house while removing colour from her hands.

'Wait' just then her mother stopped her.

Taking a part of her Sari that the mother was wearing she wiped some colour from suru's face.

'Mom' Suru said while moving her head sideways to remove the mother's face acting a little spoiled. She was cautious not to touch her with her coloured hands.

'Go' her mother gestures her to go inside.

'go now' her mother then send her in fast and went out to pick up the newspaper just outside the gate.

Suru reached the hall of her house. A simple elegantly decorated house. She passed through the cleaned red couch and white drawer shelves on the left. Her father was praying in front of the little house temple. He move the incense stick in his right hand while ringing the bell in his left.

Suru joined her hand in front of the temple standing behind her father to pay respect and then enters the room on her right where her sister was combing her hair. She closed the room's door to get dressed.

'The paper has come?' the father asked as he turn back holding some fresh banana leaves after finishing his prayers.

He sorted out the leaves and walked towards the front door where mother was.

'The boy's family are coming from the US' she said while passing him the paper.

'What if they don't like the home made food' she said looking down with a worried look on her face while the father was busy sorting out the leaves besides her.

'So? What?' the father turned his face towards her asking with a stern face which made the mother a little intimidated.

'So.... should we order some diet coke?' she said suggesting him timidly.

Father kept his stern face and turn back to look at the leaves.

'You can bring instant food in this house, When I am dead!' the father said in a dead serious voice while keeping the stern face as he kept checking the house around with his eyes.

The man downstairs was listening to the conversation between the married couple upstairs and was surprised a little by the man's reply. He looked up towards the floor above him though he couldn't see them he was imagining all sorts of figure that could fit the man.

'understand?' the father said

'okay...leave it...sorry' the mother apologized

Then he passed the bundle of banana leaves to her in the front gate where they were standing.

'Serve the house guests on fresh banana leaves*' he said while passing the leaves to her then

He started putting out those dried leaves decoration from the door

'like we do at home'

'they will appreciate it' he said

Note:- *In southern part of India it's an old tradition to serve food on big Banana leaves on special occasions.