Rashita Chandravanshi, a 25-year younger lawyer, was bursting with excitement as she sprinted through the opulent hallways of her family's mansion.
Her sparkling eyes shone like diamonds, radiating joy and anticipation.
Just a few hours ago, she had received news that had left her breathless – the latest issue of her favorite magazine, "The Successful Businessman in India," had arrived.
As she ran, her heart palpitated wildly, and her smile threatened to engulf her entire face.
But her mother's voice calling out from a distance brought her back to reality, and she narrowly avoided a tumble.
"Aakhir kya hai jiske liye itna jaldi mein ho?" her mother asked
(What's the hurry, beta)
Rashita's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she struggled to maintain a eyes contact
"Kuch nahi, Maa," she replied, attempting to sound casual. "Papa asked me to check some urgent business papers."
Her mother's knowing smile made Rashita's blush deepen, but she managed to escape further interrogation.
As soon as she reached the main door of mansion, she flung open the door and exclaimed, "Finally!"
The parcel she had been waiting for – the latest issue of her beloved magazine – lay on the floor.
Rashita pounced on it, tearing open the packaging to reveal the object of her desire.
As she delved into the magazine's pages, her eyes landed on the familiar face of her secret crush –
the dashing 27-year-old CEO and chairman of a renowned Indian company.
Rashita's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at his chiseled features and piercing gaze. Her inner voice whispered,
"I wish aap hume mil jaye!" –
("I wish I could meet you!")
This infatuation had begun two years ago, when Rashita was 23.
During a family dinner, her father had introduced her to this business magnate, praising his achievements and entrepreneurial spirit.
As Rashita watched him on the news, she felt an inexplicable connection, and her admiration blossomed into a secret crush.
As the eldest child of the conservative Chandravanshi family, Rashita's life was mapped out for her.
After completing her studies and be a lawyer, she was expected to work for her family business as their personal lawyer, which she did, taking on the role of an lawyer.
Though she longed for independence and adventure, Rashita's innocence and loyalty kept her rooted in her family's traditional values.
___________________________________________
CASE 2
Nirved Anand, the enigmatic CEO of the Anand Group of Industries, sat behind his massive desk, his piercing eyes surveying the room.
An employee, trembling slightly, approached him.
"Sir, I-I want holidays," the employee stammered.
Nirved's gaze snapped to the employee, his eyes narrowing into slits.
The chair seemed to rotate of its own accord, as if drawn by an unseen force.
Nirved's voice dropped to a menacing whisper.
"Do you want to get fired?"
The employee's eyes widened in terror as he took a step back.
"N-no, sir! Please forgive me. I don't want any holidays."
Nirved's expression remained unreadable, but a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.
With a curt nod, he dismissed the employee.
"Get out."
As the employee scurried away, Nirved's gaze returned to the papers on his desk.
He is a man of few words.
His silence was often unsettling, but his piercing eyes spoke volumes.
They seemed to bore into those he met, as if sizing them up and stripping away their pretenses.
Despite his intimidating demeanor, Nirved was a good soul, driven by a strong sense of justice and compassion.
However, his brusqueness often got the better of him, leaving many to wonder about the man behind the mask.
The Anand Group of Industries was a behemoth in the real estate sector, renowned for crafting buildings, hotels, and homes that epitomized luxury and sophistication.
Their designs were works of art, blending functionality with aesthetics to create spaces that were both breathtaking and livable.
The price tags for these properties were accordingly steep, ranging from a staggering ₹1 crore to upwards of ₹100 crores for the most extravagant villas.
Nirved's company had become synonymous with excellence, attracting high-net-worth individuals, celebrities, and business moguls from across the globe.
Despite the company's success, Nirved remained committed to his core values of quality, integrity, and customer satisfaction.
His relentless pursuit of perfection had earned him the respect and admiration of his peers, even if his rough exterior often hid the complexities of his character.
Nirved's family was a testament to excellence.
His father, Aravind Anand, was the revered chairman of the Anand Group of Industries.
While his older brother, Sankar Anand, had chosen a different path.
Sankar, an IAS officer, had never been drawn to the world of business, instead opting for a career in civil service.
As a result, the responsibility of carrying forward the family's business legacy fell squarely on Nirved's shoulders.
Though he had risen to the challenge, becoming a shrewd and successful CEO.
Scene 1
The Anand family sat together, enjoying a warm dinner. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and conversation.
Varsa (Sankar's wife) playfully teased Nirved, "Devar jii, Banaras se kisi ki photo aayi hai!"
(Brother-in-law, someone's photo has arrived from Banaras!)
Nirved's curiosity was piqued. "Kiski?" (Whose?), he asked.
Varsa's smile hinted at mischief.
"Shayad meri hona wali devrani ji ki!"
(Maybe my would-be sister-in-law's!)
The family erupted into laughter, except for Nirved.
His expression turned stern, and he stood up, his voice firm.
"Sorry, Bhabhi Maa, but aap sab ko pata hai ki mujhe shaadi nahi karni. Fir bhi..."
(Sorry, sister-in-law, but you all know I don't want to get married. Yet...)
The laughter died down, replaced by somber faces.
Nirved's mother spoke up, her voice tinged with concern.
"Aakhir kab tak shaadi nahi karega, hum log kab tak tere saath dega? Hamare bhi kuch sapne hain!"
(How long will you avoid marriage? How long will we wait for you? We have dreams too!)
Nirved's expression remained resolute.
He ignored the pleas and walked away, heading up to his room.
As he disappeared from view, the family's smiles had turned into worried glances.
Varsa's playful teasing had unintentionally stirred up a sensitive topic, exposing the underlying tension within the family.
Nirved entered his room, shutting the door behind him.
He leaned against the door, his eyes closed, as if trying to shut out the world.
The sound of his family's concerned voices still lingered in his mind.
He took a deep breath and walked over to the window, gazing out into the night.
The city lights twinkled like stars, but Nirved's thoughts were elsewhere.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that his family would never understand his decision.
As Nirved stood by the window, lost in thought, a floodgate of memories opened, transporting him back to his childhood.
The reason behind his reluctance to marry was no longer a mystery, but a painful reminder of his first love.
she was his neighborhood friend, companion, and confidante.
They spent their childhood playing, studying, and exploring together.
Nirved's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the simplicity and joy of those carefree days.
But fate had other plans.
When Nirved was just 10 years old, that girl's family moved abroad, leaving him with a void that could never be filled.
He threw himself into his studies, trying to distract himself from the ache in his heart.
As he grew older, Nirved's friends and family encouraged him to move on, to find someone new to love.
But his heart refused to comply.
In college, when a girl proposed to him, Nirved's mind was suddenly flooded with memories of that girl.
He realized that his feelings for her had never truly faded.
With a newfound determination, Nirved decided to find that girl, to reconnect with the love of his childhood.
He was willing to risk everything, to leave no stone unturned, in his quest to reunite with the one who had captured his heart so many years ago.
__________________________________________
CASE 3,
As Mr. Siddhart strode into the luxurious headquarters of his company, the atmosphere shifted.
Female employees couldn't help but steal glances at him, their faces flushing with admiration.
His chiseled features and charming smile seemed to command attention, making it impossible for anyone to ignore him.
He entered the meeting room with his security Mr.Vijay,
where his team awaited his arrival.
As he took his seat, the team stood up to greet him, exchanging respectful nods.
He invited them to begin.
"Please, start the presentation," he said, his deep voice filling the room.
Team Lead, Rachel, took a deep breath and launched into the presentation.
"Mr. Siddhart, our research team has developed a innovative concept for a new dish. Inspired by Indian cuisine, we've combined traditional spices with international flavors, creating a unique fusion that's sure to captivate global palates."
As Rachel continued her presentation, Mr. Siddhart listened intently, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the proposal.
The team held their collective breath, eager to gauge his reaction.
Mr. Siddhart leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. The team held their breath, awaiting his response.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Siddhart smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I must say, Rachel, I'm impressed. Your team has done an outstanding job in developing this concept. The fusion of Indian spices with international flavors is a brilliant idea."
Rachel's face lit up with a relieved smile, and the team exhaled collectively, their tension dissipating.
"I'd like to see this concept taken to the next level," Mr. Siddhart continued.
"Let's discuss the logistics of launching this product globally. I want to see a detailed marketing strategy, production costs, and a timeline for implementation."
The team nodded, scribbling notes furiously as Mr. Siddhart outlined his expectations.
"Rachel, I'd like you to lead this project. You've shown exceptional leadership skills, and I trust your judgment. Let's make this happen, team!"
As the meeting drew to a close, Mr. Siddhart's enthusiasm was contagious.
The team left the meeting room buzzing with excitement, eager to tackle the challenge ahead.
As Mr. Siddhart stepped into his plush cabin, his mind began to wander.
He thought about the presentation he had just witnessed, and how it had sparked a new idea within him.
Siddhart's mind was racing with the prospect of researching Indian spices for their new project.
But he knew that the real experts on Indian spices weren't in London, but in India itself.
The land where spices were born, where the air was filled with the aroma of turmeric, cumin, and coriander.
As he sat at his desk, Siddhart's thoughts drifted back to his childhood in India.
He remembered the comforting home-cooked meals his caretaker, Amma, used to make for him.
The smell of freshly baked rotis, the taste of her flavorful dal makhani, and the warmth of her loving smile.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
"Why not open a restaurant that showcased the authentic flavors of India?" A place where people could experience the comfort food that he grew up with.
But as Siddhart contemplated this idea, he was hit with a wave of emotions.
He hadn't returned to India in 10 years, not since the painful events of his past.
The thought of going back was daunting, but he knew it was necessary if he wanted to make this project a success.
Siddhart took a deep breath and steeled himself.
He would face his demons and return to India, not just for the sake of his project, but for his own personal closure.
With a newfound determination, he orders to Vijay to booked two flight to Indian.
Vijay tried his best, but unfortunately, he failed to book the tickets due to some unforeseen reasons. He hesitated to deliver the news to Siddhart.
"Sir, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Vijay said, his voice laced with apology. "You won't be able to travel to India for at least a month."
Siddhart's face fell, his expression a mix of disappointment and frustration. "Okay..." he trailed off, his voice heavy with resignation.
The news was a setback, but Siddhart knew he had to adapt. He took a deep breath and began to think of alternative solutions.
Siddhart had finally made up his mind to move forward with his new project,
"Indian Comfort," a restaurant that would serve authentic Indian food at reasonable prices.
He knew that for Indians living in London, nothing could replace the comfort of home-cooked meals.
He called out to Vijay, "Vijay, book the closest flight to India and arrange a meeting for tomorrow."
After a long day, Siddhart returned home, cleaned up, and started cooking.
Cooking was his passion, and it brought him peace and happiness.
He whipped up his favorite dishes, "naan" and "butter mushroom." As he sat down to enjoy his dinner alone, he felt a sense of contentment.
With his dinner done, Siddhart retreated to his room with a cup of coffee and opened his laptop.
Suddenly a notification pop:
His father announced him as a CEO.
Siddhart's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the screen.
That single word, "father". That was enough to unleash a storm of emotions within him. He felt a surge of anger, resentment and hurt.
With a swift motion, Siddhart slammed the laptop shut and hurled it to the floor.
The sound of cracking plastic and shattered glass filled the room.
He kicked the table, sending his chair scraping against the wall.
Breathing heavily, Siddhart collapsed onto his bed, his anger and frustration boiling over. Suddenly memories of his past came flooding back.
__________________________________
He was 15 when he had asked Amma (his caretaker) about his real parents.
Amma's words still echoed in his mind:
"Siddhart, when you first came to this boarding school, you were just 5 years old. You were the cutest child in the whole school, but your father told me to take you in and never contact him again. He said you didn't belong to him."
Amma's voice had cracked as she recounted the story. Siddhart remembered the pain and confusion he had felt as a child.
"You was crying uncontrollably, but your father's heart was made of stone,
"The principal and teachers asked him why he was abandoning you, but he just said, 'Mind your own business. I'll send money, but never ask me to take him back.
We shocked, why your father doing this to you. You were holding his sleeves very tightly but he snacked your hand and went. Suddenly
' You fainted from crying, and the principal took you to the hospital immediately."
Principle mam, teachers and me were waiting outside the emergency room.
Everyone were tensed and crying by seeing your condition.
Principal mam also called the police but they also didn't take any action because your father was the most powerful person.
Suddenly the a sound came of the opening and closing the door of emergency room.
Principal mam asked about you. That doctor was Also tensed and said
"What happened to this child, he is suffering from stress, depression, anxiety, and panic attacks."
Everyone shocked, by seeing your condition
You were just a baby, and your father's rejection had scarred you deeply."
The principle mam told all the things to the doctor. He also got emotional and gave you the best treatment to cure you.
"My husband gave me divorce at the time, because, I couldn't bear children.
I was heartbroken, but when I saw you, I knew god had send you as my child.
I wanted to adopt you. The principal agreed.
When you back to the hostel, for six months you didn't speak to anyone.
But with time, you began to open up, and you started calling me Amma.
You accepted me as your mother, and I vowed to give you all the love and care you deserved."
Siddhart's eyes were moist as he remembered Amma's words.
He was grateful for her love and care, but a part of him still yearned to know the truth about his biological parents.
________________________________
As Siddhart's memories faded into the present, he smiled softly, feeling grateful for Amma's unwavering love and support. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his coffee soothe his soul. now, he just savored the quiet of the night, surrounded by the memories of his past.
---
To be continued...
_____________________________________________
Thank you!
How was the chapter?
Do you like it?
Who is your favourite character?
(Don't forget to comment and vote!)
Write a comment ...