Radhika POV (Neetu's mom)

At Kashyap house(Germany):

"Neetu ..... Neetu ....... Come down fast or else we'll miss the flight" I called out for my daughter Pranita kashyap.i was standing near a window seeing outside appreciating the morning view of Berlin.I can't believe myself that i am leaving Germany for good.It reminds me the days when i came here with my 8 yrs old daughter Neetu leaving my another daughter Meenakshi with my husband shekar pursuing a better career opportunity for myself.

Flashback(Radhika and Shekar's story in Radhika's POV):

while going back to my flashback where i'm having a fight with my husband Shekhar about 'what is important' - 'family and relationships' or 'money and social status'.

---- Shekar came from wealthy family where his father, grandfather and their ancestors and he himself are all doctors who give more preference to family, love and relationships.

----Whereas me, I came from a middle class family with a minimal resources. It so happened that all my relatives and friends left me and my family to beg when we are in family and financial troubles and started to relate themselves again when I succeeded in the business and started earning lots of money , raising our social status from middle class to filthy rich. So I think that only money and social status can keep the dear ones closer.

Due to these differences me and Shekar decides to part our ways taking each of our daughters. That's how I ended up with the eldest daughter Pranita and Shekar with the youngest one Meenakshi aka Meenu.

Back to the present in Germany ........after 13 years

Now I am well known business tycoon.

Neetu hurriedly comes down calling for me saying that she cannot come with me to India as it takes three more days to get her certificates which has been postponed due to some technical reasons. Neetu asked me to go first and she'll come after she receives all her certificates within three days. I worry a lot about my Neetu when I leave her alone, not that I don't trust her but she is too innocent and naive but sometimes she proves me wrong with her attitude,individuality etc.

After 3 days - Vizag airport (Andhra Pradesh, India):

Neetu's POV

My flight has arrived. I have gone through a long distance travel from Berlin to Vizag. So i'm really very tired. After the flight I called my mother from airport

"'Mom! I have just landed" finally.

"very good . Then come home quickly. As you don't know our new house address I will text you and listen, don't talk to strangers! you are not familiar to this area!" my mom said sternly

" OK mamma! I will be at home in half an hour"

"Have you cleared your luggage from customs?" my mom asked

"No mumma!"

"Then how can you reach home so fast? " my mamma asked

"Mom you told me to come fast so I will leave my luggage here without clearance, so I can reach home as soon as possible."

"Oh God! What I have to do with this girl?" my mumma then said angrily. I don't know why mumma is angry, she was the one who asked me to come home quickly and I was just following her orders but then again, she started getting angry on me. No offence she loves me but she worries about me too much....

"Neetu you can't do like that!! Take your own time and come home properly" my mumma said and cut the call then texted address to me.

As my mumma told me, I took my own time to clear my luggage and decided to take a stroll around the airport after completing my clearance. Well... well... well... I noticed a bookshop and wanted to gift my mumma a book. While going through shelves, one book caught my interest. "How to suppress your anger". YES!! this is perfect gift for mumma. I smiled proudly for myself as if I did a great job.

After paying for the book I turned around and found a god like man on the business magazine cover.

WOW......last time I checked I'm not a person to gawk over a man, but god he is..... oh!! no words to describe about his perfection. I shook my head and was about to leave with my suitcase and other bags, I bumped into someone. I was about to kiss the floor when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist to keep me still. I said my apologies and thanks to him without looking at him but from the corner of my I looked at him, he looked like the person on the magazine I checked out earlier.

I took my luggage and finally left airport.

I caught a cab from the airport to go to my new house. I showed the address to the cab driver. The cab driver who might be 50 yrs old, asked me "Madam! Are you new to the city?"

I replied "yes uncle"

Then he asked "who are you?"

I proudly replied "I am Neetu. I am a doctor, I'm from Germany, my father is a doctor and both my grandfather and my great grandfather are also doctors. I am here to serve my country".

Cab driver dropped me at my house and he himself carried my luggage into the house voluntarily I tipped him a good amount.

Neetu's house (Sunshine colony, India):

After entering my home, I immediately shouted "Mumma I am back!"

"welcome Neetu! But how many times I have to say notto shout inside the house, it's not good manners". my mumma said to me in her usual serious tone.

Neetu: mom I have bought a gift for you

Mom: Really!!!!! Show me.(unsure what antique she bought now)

I opened my handbag and said Ta ta da..............and gave "How to suppress your anger?" to her. My mumma face became red, Is it because she like the book ?! and then she laughed. Oof my mom is really weird

Now I'm in my huge room with practically everything in purple and white combination Yes ... they are my favorite colors. I started to unpack my luggage but ......... wait ...... why is my bag not opening. Have I entered wrong password?

I tried and tried but my bag is stubborn enough to not open. My mumma entered my room "what are you doing?"

Me : Mummy! I want to open the bag but I'm unable to do so.

My mumma : ok let me try. what is your password.

Me : 444..

Even my mumma was unable to open the lock. so she asks me whether the password is correct." yes mumma! I am pretty sure, you know I will never forget anything mom don't worry I will open the lock somehow".

My mumma : how?

Me: I will try all the number combinations from 000 to 999 so the lock will eventually open

Mumma gasps and face palmed herself "Neetu are you sure that this is your bag?"

Me: that...... I am not sure.

This time mumma is really mad at me. OMG she is trying to control her anger but fails "Neetu! You can't open anyone's bag like that, first check with airport authorities, get your bag, Do you understand what I am saying?"

Neetu : yes mummy! I understood that you didn't start reading the book which I have gifted to you"

Radhika: Neetu....you are impossible!!

my mom sighed and left the room stomping towards our huge living room.

Last time I checked, the bag is same color when I left in Germany airport. How did it get changed? Oh god where is my bag? Did it got exchanged when i bumped into that man. Oof what am I going to do now?

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A/N:

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