Two years is such a big gap for anyone to forget about anything. But is it enough to forget anything? He closed his eyes to repeat the question. The tears which formed in his eyes gave the answers. NO, it's a freaking NO. Nothing can neither be forgotten nor be forgiven. Soon there will be days when he will be laughing the same as before without any depressions but the day is not visible to him in any near future.
Siddharth Singh raizada, the great-grandson of raizadas and the only son of business tycoon Raj Singh raizada who is ruling every corner of the world. He has built his empire, his own fashion house without his father's help. He has achieved everything in these two years thinking that it would help him to feel powerful and peaceful and as usual, he is wrong. Though he reached the top position, he still feels an emptiness at the end of the day. He doesn't want to give that credit to his past but still, it's the reason.
"bittu" a sweet voice pierced through his ears. No one has this audacity to call him as childish as this unless she is Ishitha Singh raizada. He smiled at irritation in that voice.
"dhi.. what happened," he asked as calmly as possible to cool down this sister of him who seemed to be pissed off in this early morning.
"bittu, dad, he refused to come to this time also.... to your fashion show, "said Ishitha in her shaky sobbing voice. He just rolled his eyes as he knew this outcome. It's been 2 years dad had stopped talking to Siddharth. And Ishitha has never stopped making attempts to make everything the same as before. This every failure results in her heartbreak which surely Siddharth can't take it.
After consoling his sister, he entered his second home, his fashion house. Everyone just started working in jet speed looking at his arrival. This becomes a sort of drug addiction to him, to witness fear in the eyes of his employees. There was always fear and more to it respect for him. They knew about him as everything. He has always masked himself with an angry poker face. But the soft guy who still lives deep inside him is visible to his employees that are the sole reason they still work under him with this high temper of his which just burns everyone in a single blow.
"Just accept... The contract belongs to Royal groups... This big fat ego of yours is the only reason you lost this contract... "Randhawanth said eyeing him as if he won something next to impossible. This contract for collaborating with MK designers is not a big deal for Siddharth. But losing this to Randhawant, he can't let that happen. Randhawanth's phone started ringing. And who knows better than Siddharth what that call was about. He just sat across his chair and looked at Randhawanth's face which showed a million reactions, the reaction of anger frustration shock. Siddharth slowly sipped his black coffee to enjoy the scenery to the fullest.
"How's that possible" Randhawant snarled while Siddharth could only smile at his innocent question. Everyone in this business world knows the thing which is still unknown to Randhawanth.
"This will be SSR'S contract. or else there will be no contract" Siddharth told him as he hides his smirking eyes behind his glares making Randhawanth boil in anger. He seemed not to be pleased with his attitude but no one can help it.
And it's time for Siddharth to leave for a lunch meeting. He loves to drive his car especially when it's his first love Bugatti. Listening to his favorite music Siddharth drove at high speed.
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AK INDUSTRIES.
"How much this post is important to you?" asked the CEO with having blank expressions over his face as if he doesn't want anyone to read his face. The girl who sat across him gulps in fear. The aura which surrounds them is surely sending a chill to the room. Raising his eyes to the girl, he repeats his question making her flinch by his tone.
"sir... I... really need this job. For my family, for my sister, for my mom" the girl tried her best to flatter the man with her sentimental drama. Little she knows that this man in front of her can never be buttered with the name of sentiments. His cold glares turned colder making her realize his displeasure by her answer.
"I need professionals who work with passion rather than those who work for money,(he closes the file of that girl) out," he said handling the file to her in the most polite manner ever he could present himself.
Arjun Kumar Bhalla, CEO of AK industries which is his industry of his dad Oam Kumar Bhalla. Arjun is known for his ruthless behavior when it comes to sentiments. He hates everyone who gives excuses for family, relations, everything. He doesn't trust anyone as if he has some problem with the word trust itself.
Putting on his seat belt he starts driving his Lamborghini. He just returned to Mumbai after two long years. And everything seemed to get changed to its best. He explores each and everything to his right side window to notice every damn beautiful thing in Mumbai.
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"Jesus please let me fly over to that place at a time... I will break 102 coconuts for you" she prayed hard while on the other hand, she started her scooty.
"Mishty, mental... coconut can be the best bribe to Ganapati pappa. You are bribing Jesus with coconut" snapped Payal, sister of Mishty while Mishty just winked at her sister in reply.
Mishty tries her ways best to reach for the interview at the time as possible. Her way of handling scooty is strong enough for one to say that soon there will be one accident. But she cares the least. Her main focus is only to drive fast and to reach her destination... She speeds up and with her other hand, she just wears her helmet she doesn't waste time.
Right at that moment, her scooty skipped with some force without giving her any warning. She was thrown away from her scooty which was sandwiched between Bugatti and Lambhorgini.