On the other side, Om and his sisters walked into a Jaguar showroom. The manager there welcomed Om with warmth and grace, his voice polite, his manner respectful. The moment they stepped inside, he offered them cold drinks, and handed a chocolate each to Soumya and Riya. The sisters' faces lit up instantly, and happily, they began looking around at the cars in calm excitement. Om, too, felt pleased—there was something genuinely comforting about the manager's humility.
Speaking kindly, the manager said,
"Welcome, sir. This is the latest model from Jaguar. The entire car is packed with modern technology, and it also features our most exclusive color-changing option."
"Umm… sir, can I take this car for a test drive?"
Om asked gently, with a slight hesitation. What had happened earlier with Manager Satish still lingered in his mind, and it made him feel a little awkward about asking again.
"Of course, sir. Please feel free, there's no need to hesitate at all. The demo car is right outside. Let's go for a test drive," the manager replied with a reassuring smile.
With that, Om and his sisters started walking toward the demo car parked outside the showroom. But just as Om stepped out, someone rushed in from behind—
"One minute, Manager Dheeraj, stop!"
All of them turned around. It was Satish.
Om and his sisters were stunned to see him there again. That same rude man. That same look.
Satish walked up to Manager Dheeraj, throwing a sideways glance at Om, and said in a mocking tone,
"Manager Dheeraj, you don't understand. These people are just here to pass time. They're not here to buy any expensive car. They just want to enjoy our luxury services—eat, drink, and then shamelessly walk away like they came."
Dheeraj was taken aback. He glanced at Om once, then calmly said,
"Manager Satish, what are you saying? Please mind your tone. They are our customers."
"They are not customers," Satish snapped. "They're poor. Just look at their middle-class clothes. Do you really think… these people can afford cars like this?"
His words dripped with contempt as he looked at Om and his sisters again.
This time, Om wasn't willing to stay silent. Enough was enough. He stepped forward, ready to answer back, but before he could say anything, Dheeraj moved ahead and said firmly,
"Manager Satish, will you please let me do my job?"
Satish's arrogance only grew stronger.
"Look, Manager Dheeraj, you're new here. You don't know how to judge people yet. I've been in this line for years. These kinds of people? I can recognize them instantly. They were at my showroom earlier too, asking for a test drive. I knew right away—they're worthless. Just here to waste time. That's why I kicked them out. And I suggest you do the same. Don't waste your time on them."
Then he turned toward Om again, laughing under his breath, muttering with a smirk,
"You cheap loser… I'll have you thrown out of here."
Om caught every word. Every insult. Every bit of that arrogance.
And in that moment… he decided.
He would teach him a lesson.
Just as Om was about to speak, Dheeraj looked at Satish with calm but firm eyes and said,
"Manager Satish, you may have more experience than me, but remember one thing—this is our showroom, not yours. So don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Whether they buy a car or not, my job is to show them the car, treat them well, and offer them a test drive. And I prefer doing my job my way."
"But Manager Dheeraj, you're just harming your own—"
"I'll buy this car."
The words landed like a bomb.
Satish froze.
Dheeraj blinked in surprise.
Om stood there, calm and steady.
"Tell me," Om continued, his voice firm now, "how much do I need to pay, and how should I make the payment?"
For a moment, Satish couldn't even process what he had just heard. His mind refused to accept it. But his ego didn't let him back down.
"What did you just say?" he snapped. "Stay in your limits. Do you even have enough money to buy one tire of this car?"
But Om didn't respond.
Instead, he quietly took out his phone… tapped a few times… and then held the screen right in front of Satish.
The moment Satish looked at it—
His eyes widened.
His face went pale.
It was as if he had just seen a ghost.
He stared at the screen, unable to believe what he was seeing. Doubt crept in, and he leaned closer… bringing his face almost right up to the phone, trying to make sure his eyes weren't lying to him.
"1… 100 Millions…"
Satish stammered, his voice shaking as he stared at the phone screen.
Hearing that, Manager Dheeraj and Om's sisters were left completely stunned.
"W-what did you say, Manager Satish?"
Dheeraj asked, surprised by his sudden change in behavior.
"It means… there's 100 Millions in his account,"
Satish replied, his eyes still glued to the screen. He didn't even look at Dheeraj. It was as if he couldn't pull himself away from those numbers. He kept staring, trying to convince himself it was real.
But it was real.
And it broke him.
"Sir, could you please tell me which model this is and what its price is?"
Om asked calmly, completely ignoring Satish's reaction.
"Y-yes, of course, sir," Dheeraj quickly gathered himself. "This is the latest Jaguar model—DX-1080. Right now, it's one of the most trending cars in the market. In fact, there are only a few units available in India, so you're quite lucky that we still have some in stock."
He continued, now fully focused on Om,
"The price is 18 Million, sir. But currently, we have an anniversary offer, so you can get it for 15 Million."
Dheeraj's confidence returned as he explained further,
"The top of the car is adjustable—you can convert it into an open car. The doors open upward, and the car features automatic color-changing technology. Even the keys are advanced—you can control the car using voice commands, and it only responds to one registered voice. You can also control it through your mobile phone."
He went on, explaining the features in detail.
Om and his sisters listened carefully. Soumya even checked the details on Google, quietly verifying everything. And it turned out—it was true. The car was revolutionary. Every feature Dheeraj mentioned was real, and extraordinary.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
Satish stood there, drowning in regret.
He watched Dheeraj talking to Om… watched the respect, the attention, the opportunity he had thrown away.
And slowly… that regret turned into fear.
Because now he understood—
He hadn't just insulted a customer.
He had insulted one of the biggest customers of his life.
"What if the owner finds out…?" the thought hit him hard.
His heart began to sink. His chest tightened. The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. If this reached the showroom owner… his job would be gone. Thrown out without a second thought.
Panic started taking over.
"Ah… excuse me, sir…"
Satish quickly stepped forward, interrupting Om and Dheeraj.
Both of them turned to look at him.
"Sir… if you don't mind… I would also like to show you some cars from my company. Maybe you'll like our cars even more than this one. And… please forgive me for my behavior earlier. Please come with me—I assure you, we'll provide even better facilities."
He tried.
He really tried.
But it was too late.
This time, even Dheeraj couldn't stay calm.
"Manager Satish," he said, his tone turning firm, "you do realize this is our showroom, right? You cannot talk to our customer like this. And now you're trying to take away my customer—right here, in our own showroom? At least have some shame."
"Shame? Why?" Satish replied shamelessly. "I'm just giving him better options. What's wrong with that?"
Dheeraj was about to respond—
But Om spoke first.
"Listen, brother," Om said, his voice calm but sharp, "don't lower yourself like this."
Satish went silent.
"I'm not buying any car from your place," Om continued. "A place where guests or customers are not respected… I don't even like taking a single step there."
He paused for a moment, then looked straight into Satish's eyes.
"I could forget how you insulted me… but what you said to my sisters—that, I won't tolerate."
The air turned heavy.
"And one more thing," Om added, his tone steady but powerful, "people make clothes… clothes don't make people. Judging someone by what they wear—that habit destroys lives."
Satish had no words left.
"Thank you for your offer," Om finished, "but I don't need your kindness. And whether I can afford a car from your showroom or not… that's not your concern."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Dheeraj then stepped forward and firmly asked Satish to leave. He guided Om and his sisters back inside the showroom.
But just before walking away—
Dheeraj turned to Satish, smiled slightly, and said,
"Thank you, Mr. Satish… for your 'experience.' And yes… for such a valuable customer as well. I hope your experience keeps helping us like this in the future."
It was polite.
But it cut deep.
Dheeraj walked away.
And Satish—
With a heavy heart, filled with regret and humiliation…
Slowly turned… and walked back toward his office.