Rahul Sheth -- the sole owner of 'Express' hotels -- was free that day. It was a day off, in fact Rahul had got time for himself after two long years. Out of habit, he jumped out of his bed at six in the morning and was up and kicking by half past six. To absent-minded Rahul, it then occurred that it was a holiday. He turned on the TV to find nothing interesting. He did not remember when, but he turned it off and was in an ocean of memories...
All through his school and college life Rahul had two significant qualities within him. First, that he was immensely intelligent and absorbed everything that was taught. And second that he was a loner. Yes, he was a loner during all of his student years. He loved being one.
Just after he finished his college at the age of 21, he came to know that an uncle of his had died leaving behind a three star hotel 'Express' to him. When Rahul assumed the leadership, he came to know that over the past decade, the hotel was crumbling and its profits were growing thinner and thinner every year.
Rahul had fixed that he would make good this hotel situated in Ooty, a hill station in South India.
He renewed the hotel, consulted experts, managed attractive schemes, and did a umpteen other things. His efforts were not in vain, in seven years the hotel had become one of the best in whole of India. He had now made a chain of hotels in alliance and of his own, the latter outnumbered the former. Though now his hotels were very widely dispersed in India, his favourite and headquarters remained the Ooty one.
In the past seven years Rahul had become a busy man, he had tasted success. He was very happy. However, there was no woman in his life, and at the age of 28, he was still a virgin. Even during his years as a student in Mumbai, he did not have any relationships with any girl. He sometimes missed the presence of female. But due to some reason or another, he never married till 28.
As the thoughts of ladies started coming, Rahul felt depression, and it ordered to avoid it, he tried not to think of that. He instead planned out his lonesome picnic in the woods.
Just where Ooty ended, there started some medially dense woods. He had gone there a few times, but always with some colleague. He had longed to go there alone someday, he just loved those woods. So he made preparations - packed a few sandwiches, got some tea in thermos (he had not started drinking), and got into some sporty clothes.
Taking his things, he drove off the woods. Just where the woods started he got out of his car, and started walking. He loved the quietness of those woods. At 8:30, it was very chilly in Ooty, where average temperature is 5 degrees. Yet he continues walking. After a twenty minutes walk, he was a mile away from his car and in the woods. There, he found himself a perfect place and sat there. Keeping his things aside, he first began to just fool around, like exploring the trees and playing with butterflies. Then he sat down and arranged his food like they served it in a five star hotel.
Just when he was about to start eating, he hear something move. At first he thought it was some animal. But then he succeeded in spotting some thing red. He was well aware that there was no red animal in these woods, so he went in the direction. What he found was a well-rewarding sight - A beautiful tribal girl, in her late teens not more that 21, was directly starring at him. Being tribal, all she wore was a blouse and a chaniya (an Indian dress, like a long skirt). Her complexion was a little darker than Rahul's, but Rahul was one of the fairest men to be found in India.
The girl was from the other side of the woods, which was inaccessible and not fully developed. However, the people there had started speaking the local language - Hindi. So it was no problem for Rahul to communicate with the girl. [Note: All the conversations and dialogues will be directly translated in English in this story]
