Story World: A Fair Exchange

The splendor of the story of the world's best creators ...

Original Creator - d. Mopasa, Presentation-Paresh Vyas

For the first time in Gujarati language, 'Varta' was created. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

A gentleman lured a noble lady into a love trap and the product of an illicit affair was this daughter who grew up in poverty among the peasants.

(Flowing story: When divorce takes place, property is taken away. The title of the story, 'A reasonable exchange', suggests a similar divorce and such a take-away. At the beginning of the story, a divorce lawyer has a notary by profession. The husband comes up with his own case, and his story is somewhat unique. The economic situation was normal. He had many small problems in his daily life and at the same time he had a lot of unfulfilled desires in his mind. Now on ..)

Part 2

When I first read this ad, this thing with a fortune of twenty crore and fifty lakhs, I did not think that this was a fairy tale. We are accustomed to such things, such offers, such proposals for marriage are often sixty lakhs, eighty lakhs or even one crore or one crore twenty lakhs. Yes, sometimes there is a huge amount like one crore and twenty lakhs. An amount that the mind likes immediately.

But I also know very well that not all such offers, not all such promises are standard. But the price behind it is such that seeing such an extraordinary amount, we get interested in it, to some extent, we do waiver. And then negotiating with the party representing this huge amount and finally deciding on a dowry of twenty lakh fifty thousand, yes this was possible, this could be possible.

For example, a young woman who is the product of an illicit relationship between a very rich man and her maid and suddenly inherits her father's property and with that she also realizes for the first time that she is an illegitimate child. Now this is a problem for people who know that they are in love. And that is why it appeals to strangers by resorting to such advertisements, which in a way can only be considered as a confession of its shortcomings.

My assumption was full of stupidity. However, I found that to be true. Not only should we notaries read the possibility of romance in an ad but here I read, sir.

Then as a notary I wrote the name of an imaginary client and sent the proposal letter, and then waited. Five days later, at about three o'clock in the afternoon, when I was busy in my office, the head clerk came and said.

‘Mili Santefries’.

'Yes, send it in.'

A woman entered, would be in her thirties, slightly obese, dark-skinned and a little confused, agitated or disturbed.

'Sit down, madam ..'

A sitting. Then he spoke softly: 'I am the same, sir.'

'But I have not yet had the good fortune to know you.'

'I am the person you wrote the letter to.'

'For marriage?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Aha! Very well! '

"I came on my own because I thought it would be better if we talked about it ourselves."

'I have the same opinion, madam. Yes, you want to get married, right? '

'Yes, sir.'

'Do you have a family?'

Hesitantly, Annie's eyes narrowed and she said hesitantly: 'No sir, my mother and my father are dead.'

I went to speak. A living sensation suddenly appeared in my heart for the poor young lady. Even though I understood this, I could not do it because of the tenderness of that feeling and I asked:

'Your very large sum is your own, right?'

This time he replied without any hesitation: 'Oh! Yes sir! '

I stared at it closely and to be honest I was either annoyed or unhappy with it. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. As a person, she was beautiful, strong, and skilled. And I felt like joking around with her feeling that I was going to be her lover, even if I talked to one of my fictitious clients right now, but when I was convinced that the dowry was not misleading, I would take the place of that fictitious client. Then I talked to her about my imaginary client. I described him as a sad man, a prominent man in society, but a little disabled because of his illness.

He said enthusiastically: 'Oh sir! He will be healed. '

"You can meet him - not for three or four days, of course, because he left for England yesterday."

'Oh! How difficult it is, 'he replied.

'Well, yes and no. Are you in a hurry to get back home? '

'Not at all.'

"Then stay here, I will arrange for you to spend your time here happily."

'You are very friendly, sir.'

"Have you landed in a hotel?"

It named the best hotel in Rune Town.

"Well, then, Madame Santefries, would you give your future ... a notary leave so that he can request you to take you to dinner this evening?"

She seemed to be hesitant, a little anxious and unable to decide anything. Then he said: 'Yes, sir.'

'Then I'll be at your hotel at seven o'clock.'

'Yes sir.'

See you in the evening, madam? '

'Yes sir.'

And I turned it over to my office door.

At seven o'clock I was at Anne's hotel. He had just put on his new clothes for the meeting with me and he welcomed me with a flirtatious gesture. I took it to a restaurant where I was known and I ordered from a few annoying menus. An hour later we became friends and he told me his story.

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A gentleman lured a noble lady into a love trap and the product of an illicit affair was this daughter who grew up in poverty among the peasants. Now he is suddenly rich because he has inherited from both his mother and father, whose names he will never reveal. It was useless to ask him about it, it was useless to ask for it because it was his own secret. Although I did not want to know about it, I asked her about her property. Like a practical woman who is confident, she tells me confidently about the capital figures she has, the deed of ownership, her income, the amount of interest she gets on the investment and the details of the investment she has made. Her good understanding of all these things made me believe in her, and I fell in love with her, of course, within my limits. But I made it clear that I liked it.

His speech was polite but his manners were not without charm. I gave her an engine to drink champagne, and I drank a little too, which made my thoughts blur. Then I felt certain that I would be trapped and I was afraid of my own, I was afraid of the woman, as if she would not say yes, it would not come under my control. So to calm myself down I started asking her again about her wealth saying that these things need to be understood very carefully because my client is a businessman.

He happily replied: 'Oh! I know. I bring with me all the documentary evidence. '

'Here, in Rune?'

'Yes, in Rune.'

'Do you have all those papers in the hotel?'

'Yes, I have everything there.'

'Can you show me that?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Just today, this evening?'

'Yes, of course.'

I liked this thing all the way. I paid the bill and then we went back to Anne's hotel. In fact the woman came with every document, evidence, certificate. I had no reason to doubt it because all the papers I held in my own hand, touched it, read in detail. After reading that, Harkhani J. Haley woke up in my heart that ... I suddenly had a passionate desire that I should stand up and embrace it. (The last part of the story in the next issue)

Introduction to the Creator

The. Mopasa

Born: August 8, 190

Died: July 8, 19

French writer, narrator de. Mopasa's life was short but very fruitful. His stories and novels are still a major part of French literature read worldwide. The. Mopasa were rare. Authors who were very successful in their time. He had an aspiration to make literature his career and through his leading literary creations he ruled the hearts of the people but it was only by achieving that ambition that he was devastated. They were also extremely sensitive and discouraged quickly. According to his friend Emily Zola, he was one of the happiest and most miserable human beings. He died at the age of forty-three. He had already written the text on his grave himself: 'I love everything. I haven't gotten wrong from any of them. '