I am a master in India

Chapter 367 Human Heart
“Sigh, New Delhi is a complicated place. You know, unlike Mumbai, which is an economic center, New Delhi is a political center, and politics is the dirtiest thing ever. If you want to get something done, you have to give something up, or as they say, it’s a deal.”

"Ron, you've had a tough two months." Kavia held his hand tenderly.

“What conditions did they propose?” Jayalalita asked.

As a politician, she is sensitive to "deals." Knowing that she could make both the Tamil Supreme Court and the ruling DMK party hesitant to act must have provided her with significant political support.

The greater the assistance, the higher the cost; she certainly understood this principle.

She already considered Ron family and wanted to know the inside story of the New Delhi deal. This way, she could use her political experience to help him analyze the pros and cons.

Political favors are the hardest to owe, and she didn't want Ron to suffer any losses or fall into any hidden traps.

“Yes, Ron, your aunt knows these things best, maybe she can even help,” Kavia immediately agreed.

She now both loves and is attached to Ron, and just thinking about how many times he was turned away during the two months he spent in New Delhi makes her heart ache.

He's Mr. Sue, after all. He's always the one being asked for favors. When has it ever been his turn to ask others for favors?

Oh dear, I wonder how he's been these past two months, how much he's suffered.

His maid is still in Mumbai. He doesn't even have a close, intimate woman. How pitiful.

Kavia's eyes were brimming with tears, and she wished she could hold Ron in her arms right now and comfort him.

Ron patted her hand, then glanced at Jaya Larita.

"Kavia, I have a few words to say to my mother. Go and make a reservation at a restaurant first, and we'll go eat together later."

"Okay." She was a little surprised, but still nodded obediently.

Perhaps it's a sensitive matter in New Delhi, concerning important political figures.

"Be careful, don't rush." ​​Ron helped her out of the car.

"What would you like to eat, darling?"

"Tamil curry chicken".

"No spice?"

Yes, you know me best.

Kavia smiled smugly, then, supported by her servants, walked toward the restaurant by the roadside.

Ron didn't look away until they entered the store.

“Is things in New Delhi complicated?” Jayalalita had already sensed something was amiss.

“It’s very troublesome,” Ron sighed.

"How to say?"

“Mother, do you know why Tamil Nadu was so quick to drop the matter this time?”

"They...received orders from someone in New Delhi?"

"Yes, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of India."

“Verma?” Jayalita gasped.

Every Chief Minister in India knows who the Chief Justice is. This is the only official directly appointed by the President, not elected.

In other words, if you don't participate in elections, you can't be manipulated.

No minister can exert influence over the Chief Justice.

Their reach is also limited to the judicial system, which is the domain of the Chief Justice.

Jayalalita was in such a sorry state this time, and it was only the Supreme Court of Tamil State that intervened.

The Chief Justice has the power to directly appoint judges of the Tamil Supreme Court, and his power and status are self-evident.

"Yes, Mr. Verma made the call right in front of me, on the morning you were released. I was right next to the phone, right there on the scene, and with just one call, all the problems were solved."

"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've already ruined myself."

"What?" Jaya Lalita didn't quite understand.

“I promised to marry his daughter before he agreed to make that phone call.”

"This...this..." Even though Jayalalita was used to all sorts of things, she never expected this to happen.

She froze, completely unsure how to react.

On one side was the heavily pregnant Kavia, and on the other was his own political career.
"When I first arrived in New Delhi, I went to visit Verma. But he refused to listen to me; he didn't want to get involved in things here."

I tried many times, but it didn't work. During a chance visit, I met his youngest daughter, Isa.

Verma doted on her, and I wondered if we could take a roundabout approach and have Isabella persuade Verma to help her.

So I deliberately tried to get close to her, but our relationship developed too quickly. I was careless and didn't consider the consequences of my actions.

I admit I failed to uphold my principles, succumbed to temptation, and got too close to Isha, resulting in her pregnancy.

"Wait!" Jayalita exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Verma's daughter is pregnant too?"

“Yes, less than two months, only a little later than Kavia,” Ron admitted honestly.

"How am I supposed to explain this to Kavia?" Jayalita sighed dejectedly.

She felt she also bore some responsibility for this, since Ron had gone to New Delhi for her sake.

However, things are now more complicated.
Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief after stealing a glance at Jaya Larita's changing expressions.

Not bad, Jayalita didn't fly into a rage, so we can say we've passed the first hurdle.

The fact that Isa and Kavia became pregnant one after the other caught him off guard, but Ron quickly came up with a solution.

Hey, I didn't go to New Delhi just to pick up girls. I went there on serious business!
To rescue his mother, he sacrificed his own interests for the greater good of Tamil Nadu!

The people of Tamil cannot live without their mothers, and Ron's actions were entirely selfless.

He's on official orders to pick up girls!

There's nothing you can do about it; if you want politicians in New Delhi to help you, you have to give something in return.

"That's how it is. Mr. Verma said I had to marry Isa before he would help me with this."

Mother, you've seen my feelings for Kaviya. If it weren't for this trip to New Delhi, I planned to marry her next year, but now…

"So what are you planning to do? Now both women are pregnant with your child, especially Kavia. You have no idea how much she missed you while you were gone."

She touches her belly every day, talking about the child's father. And now you're telling her you're going to marry another woman?

Jaya Lalita slowly realized that Ron had indeed gone to New Delhi because of her.

However, how much of this is true is debatable.

A man's mouth, a liar.

Jayalita distrusts Indian men, no matter how outstanding Ron's performance may be, he is still an Indian man after all.

"That's exactly what's puzzling me. Of course I wouldn't abandon Kavia. How could I do something so heartless?"

"I just don't know what to do, Mom. Maybe you can teach me how not to mess this up." Ron lowered his head pitifully, admitting his mistake.

At this point, the best thing to do is to behave obediently and act like a junior. Don't cause any trouble, or you'll only escalate the conflict.

He's a shrewd person; he knows when to be assertive and when to act like a junior.

The fact that Jayalalita didn't kick him out at the beginning means there's hope.

Why did Ron tell Kavia to step aside first? He was worried that the aunt and niece would team up and beat him up.

Break up their alliance and conquer Jayalita first; the rest will be much easier.

Jaya Larita is also the weakest link, because she owes Ron a favor.

Ultimately, regardless of whether Ron was a womanizer or not, it is a fact that he saved Jayalita from imprisonment.

Whether she is a politician or the leader of the AIADMK party, the future governance of Tamil will ultimately have to be considered.

As expected, Jayalita did not react immediately after hearing about Ron's situation.

As a politician, she has already made her preferred choice.

Politics is indeed dirty.

Ron saw through people's hearts, planned everything step by step, and had it all planned out.

Oh dear, his heart is corrupt too.

But since they were all his women, he just didn't want them to suffer.

What could he have done wrong? He was just a little more loving, a little more magnanimous, and able to treat each of his women equally.

It's better than some Indian guy forcing himself on someone, right? He wants to take responsibility.

Jayalita was still struggling with her inner conflict, her expression somewhat troubled.

“Mom?” Ron called softly.

"I remember Verma is from the Caysta caste?"

"Yes." Ron nodded.

The word "Kayasta" means "document" in Sanskrit. The primary job of this caste is recording, but it can also extend to being a writer or a tax accountant.

This caste receives formal education along with Brahmins, including in management and accounting.

But what's peculiar is that Kayasta belongs to a separate caste, making it difficult to categorize it into any one major caste.

In North India, the Verma clan, belonging to the Kayashita caste, is a branch of the Kshatriya caste.

In South India, specifically in Tamil Nadu, Verma belongs to the Brahmin caste.

Therefore, people in the north and south have slightly different attitudes toward "Verma".

Jayalalita takes the Verma family very seriously, especially since Verma is the Chief Justice.

The combination of Brahmanism and judicial power creates a terrifying amount of energy.

"Two women, one husband—it's not like there's no way out." She thought of something.

"What do you mean?" Ron's heart skipped a beat.

Same husband? Could it be...
“Have you read the Laws of Manu?” Jayalita turned to look at him.

"Uh, I've only heard some legends about it, I haven't read it carefully."

"This is the ultimate guide encompassing ancient Indian religion, morality, philosophy, and law. Even today, many Hindus still regard the Manu Code as the highest standard."

"So I can find the answer in this book?"

“Let me tell you straight, young people these days don’t even pay attention to Hindu scriptures,” Jayalalita sighed.

“Please go ahead.” Ron straightened his posture and listened attentively.

"The Manusmriti once permitted high-caste men to marry multiple wives under certain conditions. For example, Brahmins could marry up to four wives, Kshatriyas up to three, Vaishyas up to two, and Shudras up to one."

Ron's expression gradually became interesting.

Damn it, he'd never heard of this before.

(End of this chapter)