The stranger was an extremely handsome man, tall above six feet in height , fair complexion , dark brown eyes and jet black hair with a lean athletic body. He seemed to be in his mid thirties and the black suit he wore screamed of money and designer.
Raima replied” For your kind information, I have no plans of committing suicide not now and not ever. I believe suicide may be a fashion amongst your set of people but us middle class people believe in struggles and hard work and such a thought does not cross our mind. Thanks for the concern. Now if you may give me some space so that I may cross the road and reach my office as I need to work hard to live a decent life not like some people born with a silver spoon who don’t need to even lift a finger to get any work done.” Giving this short speech and leaving Dev astounded Raima went her way.
Dev Kumar a self made billionare had never been spoken to in such a manner before. Dev had started working at the tender age of fifteen doing odd jobs like throwing newspapers and working part time with Mc Donald . With a full fee scholarship he had completed his masters in business administration with top honours at Harvard University . After that he had worked hard at The Mumbai News Reporter working as an assistant to the various officers and then gradually rising to the ranks of top official himself.