Baisa Hukum

Baisa Hukum

The factory owner sat relaxed in his night pajamas as he gulped down another glass of his favourite whiskey. He had finished his second bottle and was about to open the third when he remembered that he should stop after all the next day would demand a bigger celebration. His proposal to one of biggest investors was about to be accepted and with their money he had plans of settling himself into a new life.

“Tomorrow will be the day my new life will begin,” he told himself and went to bed.

On the other side, inside her cabin a young lady finished her report and pressed send. Her report held within it all details of the illegal deals, unethical work tactics and worker exploitation that had been taking place in the factory. Tomorrow the owner would consequences of his actions at the hands of her boss.

“This is wrong” the owner screamed as all of his dirty laundry was aired out in the meeting. His illegal deals, dirty work tricks, non-payment of employee salaries and his plan of escape to middle east.  “We had a deal.”

“I do not remember signing any contract” the lady said calmly. She sat at the head of the table with her personal assistant beside her typing away the minutes of the meeting.

“We are done here. You will sale the factories to me and in return your dirty work will stay under covers. That’s the deal I can offer you and nothing else, Maan Singh.”

Her PA finished typing as Maan Singh walked out of the office holding the file with his dirty laundry. She looked at her boss who took a sip of her coffee and checked her phone for messages.

“You know the rest,” her boss stood up. “Also, remember I will be taking my annual leave shortly so if there is any important paperwork that needs my attention then the departments have to send it to me by tomorrow evening.”

“Ji Ma’am” Jiwa responded with a smile as she closed her laptop and followed her boss out.

In the evening, Jiwa sat stunned alongside her baba Vajra Singh as her boss placed the files on the table

“Kakasa you are an expert on these products, all the workers and management team respect you and have a strong relationship with you. Please consider our proposal and head the production management. You will be solely in-charge and a shareholder for us. I will take my leave now but I will wait for your call.”

Jiwa stared as the car vanished from her sight and returned inside to find her baba sitting with the paperwork. He looked at her and then at his late wife’s picture hanging on the wall,

“She is something, your boss” he smiled. “When Maan Singh and the others took everything from us, for a minute I thought it was our end and that my principles had failed. But Baijilal hukum came into our lives and turned it around. She took charge of your education and upbringing while I worked under her and now look, she wants me to be an equal partner”

Jiwa nodded her head as she remembered the way Baisa Hukum took care of her and helped her with her tasks and assignments. She was trained under her watchful eyes and now she worked as her personal assistant.

“Jiwa” Vajra Singh stood up, “please make an appointment for me. I will like to personally meet Baijilal and inform her of my decision.”

Inside her car, she sighed looking at all the notifications from her social media platforms but the latest one made her smile. It was from google calendar that highlighted her schedule for the next day and at exact 11:00 am she had an appointment with Vajra Singh.

A dance party was taking place at the residence as all the children danced their hearts out alongside the adults. Their Rani hukum was a fun-loving woman who loved to have impromptu dance parties for the employee’s children as well as young ones living close to her home. 

Saubhagyawati sat on the couch her feet tapping as the music echoed through the living room but all of a sudden, the music shut down forcing her to look up and standing at the doorstep, the guard announced

“Baisa hukum is coming!!”

Within minutes the whole scene changed as everyone rushed to put things in order. Maids helped children get out of the back-door entrance while the kitchen went into super active mode to get the dinner ready. Rani Hukum adjusted her veil and straightened her pearl necklace before sitting down as a proper lady.

The car entered the driveway and two servants moved out the trash, while others straightened the vase and put everything back in order. At exactly 8:00 pm the doors opened and guards announced,

"Baisa Hukum has returned."

She entered and went straight to the lady, "Maasa I'm home."

The lady smiled as she kissed her forehead, "how was your day, Ajabde?"