In the busy city of Bengaluru, there lived two friends, Vikram and Hari. Vikram was a photographer in a small magazine. He was always chasing glamour and big dreams. Hari, on the other hand, was simple, content, and often the one cleaning up Vikram’s mess.
One day, Vikram’s boss scolded him badly. “Your photographs are dull! Where is the sparkle? Go to Ooty and get me something fresh.”
With that, Vikram and Hari were off to Ooty with a camera and very little money in their pockets.
In Ooty, Vikram managed to click some nice pictures, but luck really shone when he stumbled into a five-star hotel. By chance, people mistook him for a famous international photographer! The hotel gave him a royal welcome.
Vikram, never one to lose an opportunity, played along. Soon, he had three charming women — Anita, Sunita, and Geeta — all interested in him. Each one thought she was the only one!
Back in Bengaluru, Vikram had a flat, and now he also had three girlfriends visiting him at different times. To manage this circus, he needed help. Who else but poor Hari?
Hari became the "manager of confusion." He made schedules, Anita came on Mondays, Sunita on Wednesdays, Geeta on Fridays.
The other days were spent in hiding photographs, shifting perfume bottles, and removing stray dupattas left behind.
Hari’s life became like a washing machine—always spinning, never resting.
But as in all such stories, secrets do not remain hidden forever.
One day, Anita arrived when it was supposed to be Geeta’s turn. Sunita walked in right after. To make matters worse, Geeta called on the landline.
The flat turned into a stage of pure comedy—Hari running with cups of tea, Vikram pretending to have a headache, the three women suspicious, and neighbors watching the drama unfold.
By evening, all three women discovered Vikram’s game. They stormed out, leaving him embarrassed and brokenhearted.
Hari, though tired, was relieved. “Vikram,” he said gently, “why chase three when you cannot handle even one? Love is not a juggling trick. It’s about respect and truth.”
Vikram hung his head. In the following weeks, he slowly began to realize the wisdom in Hari’s words.