Chapter 367 People's Heart
"Alas, New Delhi is very complicated. You know, unlike Mumbai, which is an economic center, New Delhi is a political center, and politics is the dirtiest thing. If you want to get something done, you have to pay something. In their words, it's a deal."
"Ron, you've worked hard these past two months." Kavia held his hand with heartache.
“What conditions did they put forward?” asked Jayalalithaa.
As a politician, she is sensitive to "deals." Knowing that she can make both the Tamil High Court and the ruling DMK cautious, she must have gained a great political advantage.
The greater the help, the higher the cost, and she certainly understands this principle.
She already treated Ron like a family member and wanted to know the inside story of the New Delhi deal so that she could use her experience as a politician to help him analyze the pros and cons.
Political favors are the hardest to owe, and she didn't want Ron to suffer any loss or fall into any hidden trap.
"Yes, Ron, your aunt knows these things best. Maybe she can be of help." Kavia immediately agreed.
She now loves and is attached to Ron. Just thinking about how many times she was rejected during the two months she spent traveling around New Delhi makes her feel heartbroken.
He is Mr. Sule. It has always been others who beg him for help. When will it be his turn to beg others for help?
Oh, I don’t know how he has been living these past two months and how much injustice he has suffered.
His maid is still in Mumbai. It's so pitiful that he doesn't even have a personal and caring woman.
Kaavia's eyes were filled with tears, and she wished she could hold Ron in her arms and comfort him right now.
Ron patted her hands and then glanced at Jayalalithaa.
"Kavya, I need to talk to my mother. Go and book a restaurant and we'll go eat together later."
"Oh, okay." She was a little surprised, but nodded obediently.
Maybe it's a sensitive matter in New Delhi, involving a big political figure.
"Be careful, don't rush." Ron helped her out of the car.
"What do you want to eat, dear?"
“Tamil chicken curry.”
"Don't want spicy food?"
"Yes, you know me best."
Kavya smiled complacently, then, with the help of her servant, walked towards the restaurant on the roadside.
Ron didn't look away until they entered the store.
"Is the situation in New Delhi very troublesome?" Jayalalithaa had keenly sensed something.
"It's very troublesome." Ron sighed.
"How do you say that?"
"Mom, do you know why Tamil Nadu is so happy to let go of your case this time?"
"They...received orders from someone in New Delhi?"
“Yes, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of India.”
"Verma?" Jayalalithaa paused for breath.
Every chief minister in India knows who the chief justice is. This is the only official appointed directly by the president, not elected.
In other words, if you don't participate in the election, you can't be manipulated.
No minister can exert his influence on the Chief Justice.
They also cannot reach into the judiciary, which is the domain of the Chief Justice.
Jayalalithaa was in such a mess this time, and it was only the Supreme Court of Tamil Nadu that took action.
The Chief Justice has the power to directly appoint judges of the Tamil High Court, and his powerful position is self-evident.
"Yes, Mr. Verma made the call right in front of me, the morning you were released. I was right there, right at the scene, and with just one call, everything was resolved."
"What conditions did you agree to? Given his status, he shouldn't care much about money."
"That's the problem. The things that money can't solve are the most expensive. I put myself in it."
"What?" Jayalalithaa didn't quite understand.
"He was only willing to make that call after I agreed to marry his daughter."
"This, this." Even though Jayalalithaa was used to seeing storms, she had never expected this to happen.
She was stunned, not knowing how to react.
On one side was Kavya, who was pregnant, and on the other side was his own career.
"When I first arrived in New Delhi, I went to visit Verma. But he turned me down. He didn't want to get involved in things here.
I tried many times but it didn't work. Then, by chance, I met his little daughter, Isa, during a visit.
Verma loved her very much, and I was thinking whether I could start from this aspect, take a roundabout way, and let Isha persuade Verma to do this favor.
So I approached her on purpose, but our relationship developed too quickly. I was careless and didn't consider the consequences of some things.
I admit that I didn't hold on to my bottom line, I couldn't resist the temptation, I got too close to Isa, and even got her pregnant."
“Wait!” Jayalalithaa exclaimed. “Are you saying Verma’s daughter is also pregnant?”
"Yes, less than two months, just a little later than Kavia." Ron admitted honestly.
"How can I explain this to Kavya?" Jayalalithaa sighed dejectedly.
She felt that she was also responsible for this matter. After all, Ron went to New Delhi for her.
But things are more complicated.
Ron secretly glanced at Jayalalithaa's changing expression and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not bad that Jayalalithaa did not lose her temper, so she passed the first hurdle.
Isa and Kaavia becoming pregnant at the same time did catch him off guard, but Ron quickly thought of a way to deal with it.
Hey, I didn’t go to New Delhi just to pick up girls.
I'm going to do business!
In order to rescue his mother, he sacrificed his own self and achieved the greater self of Tamil Nadu!
The people of Tamil Nadu cannot live without their mothers, and what Ron did was completely selfless.
He was picking up girls on orders!
There is absolutely no way around it. If you want help from New Delhi politicians, you have to give something.
“Here’s what happened: Mr. Verma said he would only help me if I married Isha.
Mom, you can see how much I love Kavya. If I hadn't come to New Delhi, I would have planned to marry her next year, but now..."
“Then what are you going to do? Now both women are pregnant with your child, especially Kavya. You don’t know how much she missed you while you were away.
She touches her belly every day and talks about the baby's father. Now you tell her that you want to marry another woman?"
Jayalalithaa gradually realized that Ron went to New Delhi for her sake.
But how much of this is true is debatable.
A man's mouth is a lie.
Jayalalithaa doesn't trust Indian men. No matter how good Ron usually behaves, he is still an Indian man after all.
"That's what confuses me, I certainly won't abandon Kavya, how could I do such a heartless thing.
I just don't know what to do, Mom, maybe you can teach me how to not mess this up." Ron bowed his head pitifully and admitted his mistake.
At this time, you should just be obedient and act like a junior. Don't do anything weird, otherwise it will only intensify the conflict.
He is a shrewd man who knows when to be strong and when to act like a junior.
The fact that Jayalalithaa didn't kick him out at the beginning means that the situation can be saved.
Why did Ron ask Kaavia to step aside first? Because he was worried about being in a mixed doubles match with the aunt and nephew.
Break up their alliance and capture Jayalalithaa first, and things will become much easier later on.
Jayalalithaa is also the weakest link because she has to owe Ron a favor.
At the end of the day, whether or not Ron was a playboy, it was a fact that he saved Jayalalithaa from going to jail.
She is a politician and also the leader of AIADMK, so the future of the ruling power in Tamil Nadu must be considered.
Sure enough, after hearing about Ron's situation, Jayalalithaa did not get angry immediately.
As a politician, she has made her preferred choice.
Politics is indeed dirty.
Ron saw through people's hearts, took every step carefully, and planned everything.
Oh, his heart is dirty too.
But they are all his women, he just doesn't want them to suffer.
What could he have done wrong? He was just a little more philanthropic, a little more tolerant, and could treat every woman he loved equally.
It's better than the usual Indian bully forcing himself on someone. He wants to take responsibility.
Jayalalithaa was still torn between conscience and conscience, and her face looked a little confused.
"Mom?" Ron called softly.
“I remember Verma was of Kayastha caste?”
"Yes." Ron nodded.
Kayastha means clerk in Sanskrit. The main job of this caste is record keeping, and it can also be extended to writers and tax calculations.
This caste receives formal education along with the Brahmins, including management and accounting.
But what is strange is that Kayastha belongs to an independent caste and it is difficult to classify it into any major category.
In North India, the Verma surname belongs to the Kayastha caste, which is a branch of the Kshatriyas.
In South India, in Tamil Nadu, Verma belongs to the Brahmin caste.
Therefore, people in the north and south have slightly different attitudes towards "Verma".
Jayalalithaa takes the Verma family very seriously, especially since Verma is the Chief Justice.
The combination of Brahmins and judicial power is terrifying.
"Two women, the same husband, there might be a solution." She thought of something.
"What?" Ron's heart skipped a beat.
The same husband?
"Have you read the Manu Code?" Jayalalitha turned to look at him.
"Well, I've only heard some legends, but I haven't read it carefully."
"This is the ultimate code that encompasses ancient Indian religion, morality, philosophy, and law. To this day, many Hindus still regard the Manu Code as the highest standard."
"So I can find the answers in this book?"
“Let me tell you straight away, young people today don’t even pay attention to the Hindu scriptures,” Jayalalithaa sighed.
"You go ahead." Ron straightened his posture and listened attentively.
"The Manu Code once allowed high-caste men to marry multiple wives under certain conditions. For example, Brahmins could marry up to four wives, Kshatriyas three, Vaishyas two, and Shudras one."
Ron's expression gradually became interesting.
Damn, he had never heard of this.
(End of this chapter)
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