Mysterious Oberoi

5

"You had packed a year's clothes," I rolled my eyes staring at the number of suitcases packed. "I am not going to carry so many bags," I muttered discarding her hours of hard work.

She stared at me for a minute. "It's just three bags," narrowing her eyes at my exaggeration. "And don't forget we are attending, Shlok Oberoi's wedding. You might need anything at any moment." She expressed her eagerness to attend the most awaited event of the year. "Many eyes are going to be on us." Concluding the reason behind so many dresses.

She wasn't entirely wrong after the revelation about Anaya Kapoor ending up with Shlok Oberoi and my video getting viral. We had unknowingly grabbed a lot of attention from the media as well as their fans. I was rather shocked on knowing Mr Oberio's popularity. I never considered a businessman to gain such a frame in the eyes of the public. The audience was much interested in the life of the glamorous world. The world of film, slowly sports were gaining attention but the business world was far from the limelight. What had brought so much publicity to Mr Oberio? Was a kind of mystery to me.

"Diya!" I called her as I found her examining my wardrobe to find any useful clothes still left. I shook my head seeing my empty wardrobe. I wasn't exaggerating when I mentioned I could survive a year with packed clothes. "You hadn't disclosed the reason behind Mr Oberio's such popularity." At my interrogation, she turned to glance at me.

"I will suggest that you read some articles on him. If you don't want to make fool of yourself in front of the vast audience." I narrowed my eyes at her mocking response. "Don't look at me like that! You need to know certain aspects of your client if he is as popular as him."

"Are you going to answer my confusion or just lecture me about how unaware I am about your crush's existence?" She rolled her eyes at my sarcastic self.

"It isn't a popularity but rather admiration and curiousness to know how he had achieved so much in his life." She muttered, I gestured for her to continue as it hadn't erased my confusion. "Oberoi Enterprises, a company of technology. That wasn't gifted to him by his father as the case in many... but years of hard work had made him achieve it. Shlok Oberoi comes first in the list of the most-richest humans in India and fourth in the world list. You can depict why such craze is around him. And his private self adds more to others' curiosity. Unlike many rich people out there, his story of success is still unknown to the audience. So, the craze revolves around his every step."

I nodded listening to a part of the mysterious guy. Shlok Oberoi! A millionaire, going to marry a fashion queen. Nothing extraordinary! But a certain part is kept hidden from the world. The existence of his child and his previous marriage. There was definitely much to unfold on my trip to Kerala.

"Aachal!" Came a rugged voice as Ma rushed inside with a bag full of clothes. Not again! She strolled her eyes around the room resting on the number of suitcases on the floor. "Alas! You are done with packing." She sounded sad. "You had forgotten warm clothes," she spoke eyeing the bag in her hand.

"I am sure, Diya had packed a bunch of them," I said eyeing my empty wardrobe.

"But you still need more!" I was going to argue but Ma didn't provide me with an opportunity to voice a word. "Don't forget you aren't alone but have a kid to look after." That had been standard dialogue from the past few days. As that statement was uttered there was no ground for argument. I knew if it was in her hand she might have not agreed to the trip. She would have locked me in the room and kept an eye on my activity. To assure herself that I was taking care of myself and the baby shaping inside me.

I wanted to do the same! After the doctor's sudden declaration, I wanted to assure the safety of my child at an extreme level. But a huge part of me wanted to walk away from loneliness as engrossing in work was helping me cope with the loss. There wasn't much time available to drive in grief. I was stressing myself with work but it was my defence mechanism from the mental stress provided by Mayur. It had come as a sudden shock that my brain wasn't in a state to accept.