ManYa - Dheere Dheere se... (Continuing)

Chapter 19 - Amaya's Outburst

Amaya nodded as she hugged her brother. She looked at Mantu as she totally forgot to see his reaction on all this drama, perhaps she didn't hear what he said in her defence, she was so engrossed in whatever happened with her. Mantu smiled lovingly as he mouthed , "I am proud of you". Amaya smiled lightly as the door bell ranged. Kirpa kaka opened the door as Mr. Sharma came inside and sat on the charpayi which was in the verandah. Amaya removed her tears as she firmly went towards him. He was the person to whom Sneha mortgaged her haveli earlier for bail penalty of Hari.

Rudra's face turned red when he saw him. He specially used this guy to confiscate the haveli by using large amount of interest and other evil plans. Amaya reached there and stood in a sarcastic way. Everyone followed her. "Namaste", said Sharma as he greeted Sneha. "Not there, here. Talk to me, I was the one who called you.", said Amaya as she looked at him sternly. He went quiet. "Yess yess, are you dealing me with right now?" "Yes any problem. Darr lag raha hai!", said Amaya as she was working on her phone. Every single one in the haveli was confused but not her. She was now clear. Maybe that slap opened her eyes. "No No ab bache se kya darna", said Sharma as he smiled hesitantly.

"That we will see who is bacha and who is not. Let's talk about the deal.", said Amaya firmly. "Yes yes why not. Tell me how many month's money you want to give in advance. Your lawyer said that you will give advance." "I don't want to give you any advance. I will pay you full money. I want my dad's haveli back. What is the total amount of money. How much was the interest! Just calculate and tell me." "Complete payment??" "Yes any problem?" "No no, just wait a minute I'll calculate.", said Sharma as he calculated on his phone. He gave them 20 lakhs against the property and he calculated. "it's x lakhs" "Acha!?", said Amaya as she raised her eyebrow. "But my calculation is nearly about this.", and she showed her phone. "Who are you fooling, huh. I have studied business from New York. I know all these petty things you do.", said Amaya as she stood in front of him with her hands in her pocket, staring him right into his eyes. "Now will you give me the papers easily or should I call the police. Oh! The number is here. See", said Amaya as she showed her phone again. "No No madam. I am a very small business man. I'm sorry. Just transfer this amount and take your papers. Our contract is done. Please spare me." "Hmmm! Check your account." "Yes your money has reached. Let me sign the papers.", said Sharma as he signed the papers with shivering hands. "Here, can I take your mom's signature?" "Wait let me read.", said Amaya as she took the file and read it thoroughly. "Hmm take it." Sharma went to Sneha and Sneha signed the papers as tears flowed from her eyes.

"Everything is done", said Sharma as he came smiling. "Toh kya kar rahe ho yahan, niklo yahan se aur haan dubara agar iss gali mein dikhe na, tou mujhe kisi ladke ki zarorat nahi hai haath paair todhne ke liye, main hi kaafi hoon.  Now get out!", said Amaya as she put her phone in her pocket. "Yes yes I'll remember.", said Sharma as he hurriedly picked up his things. He was about to go when Amaya stopped him. "Sharma! Papers kya tera bhoot dene aagaya vapis" , said Amaya as he placed the papers on the charpayi, and ran towards the gate. Amaya calmed down as she picked up the file and caressed the papers. "See dad I brought your haveli back.  Even hari chachu is coming today.. Slowly slowly I'll bring the respect and the honour you had. And then you will be proud of me like you were before. I'll prove your innocence no matter what!", thought Amaya as she removed her tears and again came in that personality and walked towards her mother.

She looked straight in her eyes as she said, "Here, the haveli is ours again. But you will not keep it na. Its brought from the same money that I earned while working on designs which you found cheap and worthless." Amaya looked at Rachita as she said, "Di you keep it. I hope you are proud of me as I am proud of myself and as dad was and is proud of me." Amaya again looked at Sneha as she continued speaking. "Just remember one thing mom, these 'people' didn't give you your haveli back. Your daughter did. Not even your own brother or your father. But today you have lost a part of your daughter. She will respect you, will fulfil her every duty, will stand by you when you need her but will never love you again. All this time when dad and I hid this thing from you, we assumed that you will be angry on the fact that we didn't share this news with you but will surely be proud of what I'm doing but alas! Even dad was wrong about you. You are not upset that I didn't tell you about me being an artist but you are upset that I am an artist. The same problem that I'm dealing since I was 10. And today again you have disrespected my art, my soul and I'll never ever forget this, not this time. The most important thing for an artist is her art, her authenticity, and respect for that art, and you hurt that. I thought after all this while you will understand what your daughter needs but you are no less than your father mom. You both are same. Murderers. Murderers of dreams, ambitions but dad saved me like always. I thought that at least now you consider me mature unlike how useless you considered me when I was small but I forgot that you never really cared. You never cared about my feelings, my ambitions and my dreams, even then and even now, you just cared about your own god damn respect and I don't know what. Log kya kahenge. But dad always cared about our happiness, our wishes, our dreams because he dared to make them his. He dared to fulfil them. But you never did mom. You never did. And that is the difference between you and dad. That is why I loved him more than you and will always do. And that's why he was a part of that journey and you never were. You never saw me dancing, never saw me being my own authentic self, never saw me painting, designing or even winning an award but he did mom, he did and he is proud of me, he himself told me this. These words still play in my head. He told me that I'm not careless, irresponsible or stupid. He told me that I have one of the finest knowledge of business. And there's a reason mom. Don't you remember I used to spend more time at office rather than at home. Think mom there must be a reason. Dad always evolved me and you always stopped me. And yes if I have been stupid then Hari chachu wouldn't have been coming. If I have been stupid then I would have not created a whole sold out collection and if I have been stupid then I never would have had such a successful career. But I think I am stupid that I fought for you from everyone when you can't even be proud of what I achieved. When you never even tried to understand me. Does these people are paying your medical bills, ahh! Ask them can they dance for 15 hours and then study for exams. Ask them, can they handle jetlags, ask them, did they stood by you when we had no one. Ask them mom. Ask them. No they never did. They don't know what it takes to dance on camera. They don't know what it takes to read all those hate comments. And you don't know what it feels like when your own mom calls your dreams fake and your talent a mere skin show.", said Amaya as she removed her tears. "Tell me where I am wearing clothes that are revealing. Tell me. Show me the video. Show me. You can't mom because dad was the one who always used to finalize my clothes and I don't think he will choose something for her daughter that is inappropriate. And yes I do live in dreams because I have the courage to fulfil them and I have always done that. I am sorry mom but I'm disappointed. I am sad that you never even trusted your own upbringing. You never trusted your own daughter. I'm disgusted.", said Amaya as she ran out of the house, crying.