'Crazy...' Misha slaps her head with a chuckle, knowing her filmy dramatic nature.

She knew that it would take a miracle to save them but miracles didn't happen for innocent people like them. Devils made them happen. They made everything happen and anyone who stood in their way gets hurt. Who should know that better than she did? She still feels the pain remembering her husband...he still could remember his losing image, his straight back was bent, and the wide shoulders drooping; his hair was almost completely white. He had tried to fight, tried to win and he had been accustomed to winning. But there was no way of fighting the ice-cold energy that was Rajveer Oberoi, no way of defeating the wealth and power he commanded.

It would have been better if her husband had simply bowed out long ago but Rajveer had known be would not. He had known that Sanjay Malhotra would fight to the end and he had slowly forced the breath from the firm, watching the struggle with a glacial detachment.

Sanjay Malhotra was finished in that struggle; she doesn't want her daughter now faced the same struggle. If she gets her to marry to some nice guy, her life will be settling then and then she can peacefully leave this world to be in heaven with her hubby.

But every wish comes with the cost and today she was in hurry to do that because she don't know how many days she had left with her because of the heart problem she has. She wanted to see Anna settle before something happens to her.

Her heart cries for her daughter but she masked the small smile on her face. Both mother daughter duos rushes out to go to their native place where Sanjay's father has called them.

.....

Neel rearranged his clothing after his girlfriend had practically twisted his shirt about his neck in her insistent attempt to detain him.

He then walked into the Oberoi Mansion only to get halted on his steps seeing his grandma already waiting for him.

Neel took deep breath as he hastily ran his hand across his raven hair, settling it back into place as best he could.

Savita caught sight of him as she surveyed her grandson and then frowned disappointingly at Neel's somewhat ruffled appearance.

Judging by his appearance, Savita concluded what must have happen again.

Heaving a disapproving sigh, Savita once again scrutinized her handsome, but dishevelled grandson. If Rajveer Oberoi had looked after his upbringing nicely then he would not have such a spoil lifestyle, Savita muse sourly.

Rajveer was so engrossed in establishing his business and ruining the businesses of his enemies that he had permitted Neel to run wild. There was nothing this carefree boy hadn't attempted since he had returned from New York, finishing his school four years earlier.

The child came and went as he pleased.

Indeed, Neel Oberoi was adventuress, a free spirit who insisted upon living life to its fullest, no matter what the consequences.

She breezed through the city like a devastating whirlwind, leaving no stone upturned, having numerous affairs... those bitchy girlfriends running around him.

Each time Rajveer grumbled that his son had become rebellious and unmanageable; Savita scolded him for not taking a hand in the child's upbringing.

Savita realized that he needed a strong-willed woman to curb his wild behaviour and to calm his temper.

Neel Oberoi, the hottest bachelor in Delhi, had a bit of the devil in him.

An endless string of young women came to her doorstep, for marriage, if not then just to be his girlfriend.

The child was virtually impossible to please.

This way I would remain happy. He had declared. He simply refused to take the responsibility yet of marriage.

'How many times have I told you, Grandma, don't wait for me?' He approached her.

'I have also told you many times; don't waste your life like this.' Savita argued yet again knowing although he won't listen.

'It is not that what I am doing... let me enjoy my life Grandma.'

I haven't deny you that, just change your ways son.'

'It's my life Grandma, let me live it with my own ways,' he raised his voice trying to prove his point to his grandma.

An argument ensued between grandmother and grandson again waking up whole household; Rajveer also walked down to witness the daily drama. He sighed heavily and listened his mother again putting condition before his son,

'I want to see you properly wed before I departed from this world.'

'There was no great rush since you are going nowhere.' Neel insisted. After that silence spreads in the hall for a while.

Then, with finality in his tone, Neel announced, 'I would not marry until I will be ready and I am not ready yet!'

After that heated exchange, both father son duos moved away leaving upset Savita behind, she looked at their retreating figure, and knew it's her last chance to convince Neel into marrying and change him for good... his father also won't help her in this matter, she realized seeing his silence today.

So to not to miss this golden opportunity she pretended to yelp in pain holding her chest. She looked from the corner of her eyes, both father and son rushing towards her in fear.

'Grandma...' 'Mom...' both held her from either side as she collapsed in their arms.

'Grandma... are you alright?' Neel pats her cheek.

'Mom, open your eyes please,' Rajveer rubs her wrinkle hands.

Both were equally frightened. 'I will call the doctor now...' saying so Neel was about to get up but just then Savita opened her eyes partially, 'no Neel...I have no time left, I guess.'

'No Grandma, don't say like that.' Neel was pleading.

'I am sorry, because of me it happened.' He was really guilty and feels miserable.

'I promise Grandma, I won't bother you henceforth...' his eyes moistened for he loved his grandma so much.

'I promise Grandma, I will do anything you say...' He said in flow of a moment.

'Really son?' asked Savita.

Yes Grandma...' He nods.

'Yippee!' she got up, "now you are trapped, my son." She had wide smirk on her face while both raj and Neel looked flabbergasted at her.

'So you were acting all these?' Asked Neel shocked.

'Of course and you have given me the promise to do whatever I wish.' She clarified with a childlike enthusiasm.

'But it was false act...' he argued.

'But your promise wasn't son...'

Neel sighed, 'fine.'

'Now, you are going to marry.' She declares happily.

'Not soon Grandma.' He gave her a look.

You promised me, she pouted.

He rolled his eyes, "okay but I also have one condition."

"What's that...?" she frowned so did Rajveer, curious to listen since Neel got ready for the marriage now.

"The girl will be of my choice." He said.

"But..." grandma pouted trying to protest since she knew his choices, those skinny modern girls.

"You have lost that right grandma, now when I am ready to wed." Neel reminded her own words.

Savita just sighed nodding him to continued, "I will choose the girl who I want to marry."

....

It's been a week from that day, and Grandma had not left a single day even, asking him the same question, "Have you found a woman who appeals to you? Please say yes and bring this old lady some peace."

Today wasn't different; Neel drew deep breath, trying to keep patience in front his melodramatic grandma.

"You should realise that I'm not growing any younger. My old body is decaying so swiftly that I might not be living the next day. My final wish is to see you married."

Neel's gaze soared toward the ceiling. Heaving a frustrated sigh, he said calmly, "Grandma, I hardly think of you as old," Inside the frail body you describe is a vibrant young woman who will undoubtedly outlive us all."

"No, my son, my heart is in fragile condition that aches to see you happily married," Savita contradicted.

"I do wish you would greet me with something other than asking about my marriage."

Neel grumbled, his tone harsher than he'd intended. He was already frustrated on not able to find the girl of his nightmares to teach her lesson of lifetime, on that those nightmares only getting worse day b day. Now he would find peace only when he will be able to find the girl.

"You are twenty seven years old, for God's sake! You need a woman to care for you, one who will look after you. You need to be responsible; Your father is too busy counting his money to see to your future, so I am left with no choice but to intervene."

Neel tried to hold his anger after hearing her.

However his Grandmother was right, he couldn't digest ill words against his father. He loved both of them equally. He found nothing wrong in his father's doings. Why would his grandmother have so much grudges against her own son.

After his wife's death, he had completely devoted himself to his work, having no regard for anyone but himself. His obsession for making money preoccupied him, and Savita considered it disgraceful, that he ignored his son after his wife's death.

He had never taken time for anything else, not even for his wife. Nonetheless, Savita constantly belittled his father for neglecting his son, who was sorely in need of guidance.

Neel had no issues against his father, since his father had given him much needed freedom to live his own life the way he wanted.

"Father is a very busy man," He said defensively. "And I am quite capable of taking care for myself. And I have no complaints about my life," he added with a careless shrug.

"Of course you don't!" Savita railed.

"You have been left to run wild and your father has conveniently forgotten that he needs to install some morals in his son... He was married to his business long before he wed your mother. But I will not be satisfied until you find a wife and make your own family." her strength failed her and she thumped down on the bed.

"Grandma, please don't stress yourself this much." Neel rushed to her, giving her glass of water.

"I won't when you promise to listen to me."

"That I had done, you just need to give me some time." he pleaded.

Savita nodded realizing she was going overboard; she really needs to give him some time.

"Answer my only prayer, Neel. Find a woman who can fill the emptiness in your life."

Seeing his confused look, she added, the world is thick with gold diggers Neel, I do wish you would be more careful of the company you keep."

Neel kneel down before her and clasped his grandmother's hand in his own, becoming more concerned hearing her voice getting low.

He would never forgive himself if something happens to her because of him.