The 9th Immortal: Savior Of The Vedas

The Hidden Vault

How I am going to find a dancer and traditional at that in such short notice. The worry was evident in Gauri's face as she rides her scooty to 'Rooplal Sweet Center' where she worked as a delivery girl. Between work and studies how she was supposed to find a traditional dancer. She sighs in hopelessness and park hanging the helmet on the handle.

Gauri you should be more careful before you make promises like that. Emotions, I tell you they will the death of me one day, yeah well now I can't see Ma sad either. She shook her head at herself as she walks in the sweet shop. The glass door of the shop showing all the offer for Mahashivratri. It was not your average sweet shop, it was a big tall, fancy and showroom type and the most famous shop in the town.

"I am doomed, I am so doomed" She murmured to herself and went to the backside of the shop where sweets were made and packed. The main chef or halwai already on work making the most exotic sweets in the world filling the open back yard with a sweet aroma. The sweet aroma reached Gauri's nose she smiled.

The halwai finally notice Gauri and saw the frown on her face.

"What happen Gauri bitiya?" The man asked

"Nothing Kaka, me and my luck we never get along?"

"What is it now?"

"Nothing concerning, I will find a way out of this"

"You always do" he gave reassuring smile.

"Enough of the talking! I don't pay you for talking and wasting time"

The voice boomed like a hundred glasses scattering at once. Gauri ribbed her index finger behind her right ear like willing her ears not to get damaged by the voice that comes from her boss, the owner of the shop and the world's best miser.

"You don't pay much for anything anyway" She whispers under her breath.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing" She looks back at the entrance with a fake smile.

Rooplal, the owner of this prestigious sweet shop. 'Roop' means beauty and 'lal' means read through there was nothing beautiful about that fat as elephant structure, dark skin with his glass-shattering voice and 'the miser of the year' and 'grouch of the decade attitude'. If someone asks for the half-day off he would cut the wages of the whole day. But the 'Lal' part fits perfectly he is always red with anger.

"Go now! What are you waiting for! Get your delivery of today and get going. I want my mini truck at 6 in the evening. No excuses!"

Gauri tries hard not to scowl at the man in front of her and moved.

After an hour she was ready to go. Gauri gets in the cap of the truck and gives the once over to the delivery sheet, most of the address was familiar as they were regular, they shops that work as distributors and the last one was of the church that was 3km from here Gauri knew but never went there.

Gauri was about the turn the key to start the engine but was interrupted.

"The last one is for the orphanage that is on the church grounds"

"You are doing charity?" Gauri asked surprise.

"Of course not! Don't be ridiculous, I was paid for it"

She waits for her boss to disappear inside before starting up the truck and rolled her eyes.

"Of course you were, Money Land and Prosperity it does make a man but not necessarily a good one," She said as she drives.

Never been to church before and who do you tell about the parcel anyway Gauri thought. I should have asked but then who wants to talk to that football who acts like a cannonball. Looking at the delivery sheet thinking it is for the orphanage she went through the main gate, she notices the sign that said it was behind the church.