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“You don’t know with whom you are talking with! I have given 20 years of my life to earn this position and power, I will not let anyone ruin it for cheap TRP reasons. What that TRP will make your bank account earn? Tell me, and within seconds double amount will be credited in your account.” – Mr. Manichandra Trivedi said furiously. Unlike his calm and composed nature, he was too angry today. The party head had personally called him and threatened to fold and roll all his controversial stories as soon as possible.
Mr. Manichandra Trivedi knew it well that in politics your one mistake or loop hole becomes strength of your opponent and if the opposition party finds his secret truth out, within no time his party will throw him out.
“Mr. Mani, we apologize, but that story has already been aired and we can’t undo that! We will definitely put pause on all successive stories on your controversy. It has been the ethics of our channel to follow and speak out Truth and we have done the same. You should be thankful to our channel for giving you so wide story coverage. If you will replay that story on you, we have covered your success stories also. And besides, our Indian mass had tendency to forget facts soon.” – The news channel head from Kochi tried to convince Mr. Mani as well as put his best to calm him down for the last story they did.
“Truth, my foot! If I will start revealing Truth behind formation of your channel and on whose fund it runs – you will have to jump off your own building. Better we both keep our Truth within our own skin. And your channel has to broadcast an apology message for that false story of my college time love- affair. Mind well, that apology must state that the photographs you shown as proof of my affair were morphed -edited images. Your team have framed me and now same team has to prove my innocence. I am giving you 30 minutes. And your time starts now!” – Mr. Mani gave order and promptly disconnected the line, giving no time to the other person to utter a word.
Cyrus sat blank in balcony, staring at the sky. Being a person of Logic and law, he had always inferred logic behind everything that happens. Today, however, he was clueless about his own weird behaviour.
And he picked up his mobile. Quickly composed a text message – “Stranger, all of a sudden if your world changes; all of a sudden if your priorities shuffle; all of a sudden if your nature even baffle… dear stranger – what can be logic behind it? Miss. Illusion, I, Cyrus Daruwala, want to be part of this illusion, may I?”
Few moments passed by. With every tick of time, Cyrus stared more passionately at his mobile, waiting for Jennifer’s reply.
“Sweet heart, stranger, Heart has its own Logic that head can never understand! Feelings have their own rules out of your bare acts. Cherish this moment, you already have melted, merged and mingled in illusion. And this illusion is deal with this sweet partnership! ” – Jeniffer’s message blinked and Cyrus read it at once. Cyrus read it again, and again and again – till he could believe it actually. And all of a sudden, Cyrus jumped off his chair in balcony and started dancing in the rhythm of wind, stars, moon in soul sync of Jennifer.
Cyrus was still thinking about what he should reply back and his mobile buzzed again.
“Stranger darling, you romantically proved illusion ruling your heart in your poem! A lawyer turned into poet, what a change this illusion has made! So tell me, Mr. Lawyer- under which penal code – I, Jennifer (Surname under revision) will be charged? Hell yes, I am following your blog too! More closely than you are following me and my dreams.” -Jennifer’s reply surprised Cyrus, though a happy surprise it was!
Staring at his mobile, displaying Jennifer’s today’s picture, Cyrus said slowly – “Sharp, stunning, sexy, sensational! Jennifer Cyrus Daruwala – sounds perfect!”
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