VEDIC VOWS - BOOK 1 THE MOHINI

Chapter - 3 THE TRIP [PART2]

Any blackmail has a source of guilt or shame, so a little bit of family history to highlight my source of it.

My parents are singletons and each with a single parent; my mother her father and my father his mother. Theirs was an arranged marriage; as ironic it is, in many of these marriages the daughter-in–law and mother-in-law relationship was always one of contention; the major break up came in two instances, first was when my mother then a budding criminal lawyer gave way to pressure of her seniors to bring about a great investment with the change in lawyers of the admin department of her mother-in-law’s concern that was at present held by another team for years.  With her reticence and her pride it was a loss of face for my mother who instead of being let down gently was torn down in front of the whole board and was corrected and ridiculed by my grandmother. My mother then gave up her post and started to freelance. My father had no say because he refused the position in the concern and became a government officer.  

The second was, when my sister was born; not knowing the sex of the child and hoping for a grandson, my mother’s father wanted the child to be named Moksh*. The baby being a girl, the name was modified to Moksha. This angered my grandmother who had other name chosen for the child, and was mollified only when she was assured exclusive naming right of the second child. Personally my mother decided not to have another child to snub her mother-in-law; but one steamy night and ruptured condom later, here I am; my grandmother played favoritism and left everything to me as I resembled her without considering my sister; so thus the lines were drawn. Fate did not deal kindly, and my grandmother during her last hours was forced to spend it with her daughter-in-law whom she had detested. My father’s flight was delayed and hence she never saw her son as she wished, when she breathed her last. Funnily enough, as I was a minor then, the guardianship was left to my father who then allocated the work to my mother. With her on the upper hand, she simply left it under the supervision of Mr. shasthri who was sacked by my grandmother. We had no need of that money; my parents were quite rich in their own right. But she could not move the lawyers who were still loyal to my grandmother and stipulated to continue.  

All this would not have come to my knowledge if Mr. shasthri had not, on the fifteenth of January 2012, apart from being a lecherous groper, was found fornicating with his newly appointed assistant secretary in his office cabin by his secretary Miss. Sandhya Nayak whom he dismissed on the spot and vilely insulted and gave a memo to the young but dynamic Rajnath Phani, Manager Interim, who stood his ground in support of Miss. Sandhya. Shocked and backed by the legal team, Phani hit upon the idea to speak to me about the situation as my mother never listened to anyone else than Mr. shasthri.

When I came to this knowledge, I acted on two fronts; publicly, I made a rendezvous with my grandmother’s lawyers with my own lawyer friend and took ownership of the firm. Met the board and solved their problem of low cost propensities to public tenders by forming a subcontract in hiring convicts for community service operations with the government with rupa’s help. And importantly I kept Mr. shasthri under surveillance and after collecting hard facts in the next three months and a video recording of his sexual acts in office, I asked him to resign, informing my mother of his resignation due to personal reason, with his request to give the video and not to press charges against his theft on return of funds. I kept my word; after collecting the embezzled money and his call to my mother, I gave the video proof to his wife, he never mentioned to whom I should give; and pressed charges against him for sexual assault and harassment in all women police station and sent him to jail. I never believed in being merciful to the unsavory.        

Personally I went on to collect info from my personal BBC moksha. My sister being close to my mother had a failing of being a gossip, but other than that she was a softie. I heard the story of my grandmother from her. Then,