December 17, 1994
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A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you!
Yeh Hui Na Baath!
Kyun - Chapter 4:
"Hello Priyu Beti, Kaisi Ho?" Anu said nervously across the line from New York.
"Hi Mama, I'm great. I arrived here safely, and I'm taking a taxi to find my hotel.
"Accha beta, call me every weekend. Your dad is asleep after working - you know how he is."
"I know mom. Okay, I'm reaching my hotel. I'll call you later - bye."
Priyanca opened the door to her taxi, and took out all of her belongings. She stared at the hotel, The London Inn. A deep brown brick building stood in front of her, with lights surrounding a large soft carpet, leading to the entrance. Priyanca slowly strode across the carpet, and went inside the building. Inside she saw a posh display of plush sofa's, armchairs, plasama tv's, glass tables, and a multitude of ornate chandelairs.
"Hello Maam, Welcome to the London Inn. My name is Jane, and you can address me anytime you need. Room for one, right? Right this way."
Priyanca was quickly led to her one-bedroom hotel room, which was as posh as the lounge area in the main entrance. A large hand-crafted ornate bed was against a pink wall-papered wall, surrounded by dazzling lamps at each side. A desk with a comfortable-looking armchair was in the corner, and a coffee table with an assortment of foods in another. Across from her bed was a well-sized television. The room was finished off with a large and spacious bathroom.
"Hai Ram, how will dad pay for all of this, I wish he had booked me into a much simpler room. Alas, only the best for my daughter is his policy."
"Will that be all maam?" Jane asked with a sweet smile on her face.
"Umm...yes. Thank you so much for all you have done for me." Priyanca said, almost embarrassed.
"No, no maam, Thank You."
"Oh God, it's so hot in here. Let me open the windows." Priyanca thought to herself.
As Priyanca opened the windows, she noticed the window-sill was decorated with elaborate vases, each filled with a couple roses.
"How beautiful. This is the life. Ha, just wait until I go to my new apartment. It'll be nothing compared to this. " Priyanca thought to herself with a laugh.
"Oh Meine To Manga Tha Saheli Jaisa Saiyaan, Saheli Jaisa Saiyaan." Priyanca sang out loud, acting like a full of energy 5 year old.
As Priyanca danced around the room, she was care-free, and free-spirited. Something she hadn't been in years. Minutes passed, and Priyanca grew tired. She lugged the chair to the window, and gazed outside at the beautiful view.
"Maam, here are your towels." a staff-member said.
Awoken from her day-dream, Priyanca turned around in hurry, knocking over one of the vases. She watched it fall, and land on the head of a young man.
"Oh My God, what have I done?"
"Leave the towels on my bed, I have to go." Priyanca told the staff-member.
Priyanca ran down the flights of stairs as the elevators were occupied, and sprinted outside to see a crowd surrounding the man. She pushed and shoved, until she stood right beside the man. His face was facing the concrete sidewalk. As Priyanca lifted up his head ever-so-slightly, she saw the face belonged to a man she once met. A man who rudely told her off. A man who she had came to hate after their first meeting. A man, named Sakshham Oberoi.
-End of Chapter 4-