An established businessman belonged to a respectable and wealthy family. After four sons, their only daughter was born. With great love and affection, her parents named her "Riya" — Riya Biswas.
They lived in a three-storey house on Barasat High Road. The moment they stepped out of the house, there was a paved road right below. The family owned four private cars. There was no shortage of comfort or luxury in their lives. By the end of every year, traveling to different parts of the country had become a routine for them. A trip to Digha felt as ordinary to them as going to Kolkata.
The girl gradually grew up. She went to school and continued her studies. She had crossed eighteen. Her parents were very caring about her and paid close attention to her needs and complaints. Whatever dress she wanted or food she preferred was provided almost immediately. She loved colorful outfits and modern food.
Meanwhile, there was always some function or celebration taking place at their house. To capture and preserve the memorable moments of these events, a videographer would often come. Riya liked having her pictures taken. The videographer boy would take beautiful photographs of her. To exchange these pictures, they began talking over the phone. Gradually, without the family's knowledge, a relationship developed between them. Such feelings are natural at that age. Secretly, their bond grew deeper and deeper.
But one day, the matter caught her mother's attention. When her mother pressed her a little, Riya confessed everything. After learning about it, her parents made inquiries about the boy — and were shocked. The boy's family had no property, status, or proper home to speak of.
Immediately, her parents firmly told her to forget that boy.