THE FIRST STOREY OF WEALTH
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In this small story-drama, come explore with me The First Storey of Wealth- the first level of wealth-building.
Wealth was a confusing word in the City of Survivors.
People guarded it from being lost on costly vegetables. They stole it from others who were dependent on them and projected it as their own. They held it in life and health insurance policies hoping that their futures would be spent in hospitals.
Then they stopped others who spent on ambience, beauty and travel. Or in order to be seen as classy, they made it flow in bucketfuls, during the fat weddings of dollop-thick daughters and sons. They even believed that there was a Goddess of Wealth, who could free them from poverty.
And as a new wave of thought flew in from western lands, it seemed as though the God of Consciousness had created a system to free many from servitude. But would God would be able to teach the discipline of right sourcing and spending of wealth to his devotee Kippa? Would he help the female-minds of Pavami and Arya, know how to derive well-being from wealth.
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She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.
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