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Morning 6
Aadish woke up early, his mind already focused on the challenges of the day ahead.
He quickly got ready and headed to the gym, accompanied by three of his friends.
The gym session was invigorating, and by the time they returned, they were all ready for a hearty breakfast.
The dining table was laden with food, and they all settled in to eat.
Amidst the clinking of cutlery and the hum of conversation, Armaan, one of the more energetic and outgoing bhai, decided to share some news.
"Bhai, aaj party hai Kunal Chaudhary ki. Pura office invited hai, sabhi aaj vahi honge. To aap bhi jayege kyaaaaa...?" ("Brother, there's a party at Kunal Chaudhary's place today. The whole office is invited, everyone will be there. So, will you be going toooooo...?") he asked, dragging out the last word in a playful tone, expecting an enthusiastic response.
But Aadish seemed lost in his own thoughts, perhaps contemplating the busy day ahead or the pressing matters at work.
He didn't register Armaan's question, which left Armaan making exaggerated faces of disappointment and mock annoyance.
Seeing Armaan's antics, Rudra, another brother, chuckled and decided to chime in.
"Saaaabbbbbbbbhhhhhhhhi jayege Armaan bhaisa," ("Everyone will be going, brother Armaan,") he said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.
His voice caught Aadish's attention, snapping him out of his reverie.
Aadish looked at Rudra, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"Kon kaha ja raha hai? Aaj sham ko important meeting hai," ("Who is going where? I have an important meeting this evening,") he said, clearly perplexed by the sudden shift in conversation and still trying to piece together what he'd missed.
Om, another brother, jumped in, laughing.
"Bhai sa hum abhi ki baat kar rahe hai," ("Brother, we are talking about right now,") he clarified.
Aadish shook his head, amused but determined.
"Achha to jao na mujhe kiu batare aaj vaise bhi office meh bhot kaam hai mujhe mai nhi aaunga," ("Okay, then go, why are you telling me? I have a lot of work at the office, I won't come,") he said, getting up from the dining area.
The three friends exchanged looks and burst into laughter.
"Hum bhi dekhte hai bhai sa aap kaise nhi aate aaj," ("Let's see how you don't come today, brother,") Rudra remarked, turning his attention back to his breakfast with a mischievous grin.
As the meal continued, the atmosphere remained light and cheerful.
They all enjoyed their breakfast and soon prepared to leave for work.
Armaan and Aadish headed to the office together, while Rudra and Om made plans to head to the party venue later.
The day was shaping up to be an eventful one, with work, meetings, and social gatherings all lined up.
Kunal Choudhary had been a valued client for the past few months.
His consistent business had become a cornerstone for our company, Rajawat Industries.
So, when he extended an invitation to most of our team members for an upcoming function, it was met with enthusiastic acceptance.
The decision was clear: we couldn't afford to jeopardize our relationship with such a regular client over a single day's commitment.
The importance of maintaining our connection with Kunal was paramount, and attending his event was a small price to pay for the continued success and stability of our business dealings.
Avantika woke up at 8 AM and began her daily chores when she suddenly remembered the party she had to attend.
She wasn't comfortable in short dresses, so she chose a long, heavy anarkali for herself, a beautiful light blue that complemented her perfectly.
She adorned herself with all her favorite jewelry and started getting ready, meticulously preparing for the event.
Meanwhile, Om and Rudra were buzzing with excitement.
This was their first time visiting Avantika's flat; she had never invited them before, but today, their enthusiasm got the better of them, and they decided to drop by unannounced.
The thrill of finally seeing where she lived added to their anticipation for the evening ahead.
As the doorbell rang, she felt a mixture of surprise and shock.
Who could possibly be at her place?
Opening the door, her initial surprise quickly transformed into excitement as she saw them standing there.
Without hesitation, she welcomed them into her flat.
As they entered, they handed her red roses, a familiar gesture that never failed to bring a smile to her face.
She accepted the flowers happily, just as she always did.
"Aap dono aaj yaha kaise?" ("How come you two are here today?") she asked, curiosity evident in her voice as they made themselves comfortable on the sofa.
"Aapko pick karne aaye, aur dekhiye na aaj aap kitni sundar lag rahi hain. Aaj to aapko dekh devil bhi bolega, 'Hayee meri jaan,'" ("We came to pick you up, and look at you today, you look so beautiful. Even the devil would say, 'Oh my, my love!'") Rudra said dramatically.
"Aap ready hai? Vakt ho gya, hume chalna chahiye," ("Are you ready? It's time for us to go") Om interjected before Avantika could reply.
With that, the three of them left for the venue, anticipation and excitement filling the air.
Aadish drove along the winding road, his convoy trailing behind like a serpent in the dust.
The journey had been uneventful until the temple came into view.
Suddenly, he brought his car to a halt.
Confusion spread among his entourage, for there was nothing remarkable about the small, unassuming temple that lay before them.
It was a place they could have easily passed by, perhaps only visiting in their dreams.
Yet, dreams have a way of weaving into reality, and Aadish felt an inexplicable pull towards the sacred space.
Stepping out of the car, Aadish adjusted his navy blue blazer over his white shirt, the ensemble perfectly accentuating his commanding presence.
His eyes, a shade of blue that seemed to mirror his attire, held a depth that drew you in, much like the eyes of a Greek god.
To the admiring girls, he was simply "zeher" â a killer in the most alluring sense.
"Stay here," he instructed his guards, his voice firm yet tinged with an unspoken gravity.
With that, he strode towards the temple, each step heavier than the last.
The guards watched with puzzled expressions as their leader, usually so unflinching, seemed almost burdened by the invisible weight he carried.
Inside the temple, the air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint echoes of ancient prayers.
Aadish removed his shoes and approached the murti, the deity's serene gaze meeting his troubled one.
His expression was a canvas of pain and uncertainty, each line etched by an unseen hand of fate.
Taking a deep breath, Aadish stood before the deity.
The silence around him grew louder, pressing against his chest as if seeking to unearth the secret pain that lay buried within.
He had come here for a reason, though even he struggled to articulate it.
Finally, words began to form on his lips, a prayer not just to the god before him, but to the universe, pleading for the answers he so desperately sought.
As he stood before the murti of Mahadev, his words reverberated softly in the sanctum.
"Ye humse baat kiu nahi kar Rahi hai, humse kuchh galti huyi hai kya." ("Why is she not talking to me? Have I made a mistake?")
"Hey Avani ke bhole, unhe humse baat karne kahiye na." ("Hey Avani's beloved, please urge her to talk to me.")
"Agar hum kahege to fir kahegi, 'Aap to kuchh samjhte hi nahi hai, Mr. R.'" ("If I ask, she'll say, 'You never understand, Mr. R.'")
His voice took on a poignant edge as he tried to mimic her, the echoes resonating in the sacred silence of the temple.
Standing motionless for minutes that stretched like eternity, he eventually left for his office.
In those quiet moments before the divine presence, a tumult of emotions churned within him, a battle of longing and regret, love and misunderstanding, known only to him.
At the venue, Om, Rudra, and Avantika were already present when they arrived, and the party was already in full swing, keeping them occupied with their own conversations.
As Rudra and Om shared a drink, they noticed Avantika engrossed in a conversation with one of their colleagues.
Rudra casually snapped a photo of them on his phone and sent it to Aadish.
"Om bhai sa, Aadish bhai aa rahe hain," ("Aadish bhai is coming") Rudra said to Om, flashing his trademark toothy smile.
"What? Did Bhai message you?" Om asked eagerly.
"Nope," Rudra replied, shaking his head.
"Then?" Om asked, puzzled.
"Here," Rudra said, showing him the picture he had sent to Aadish.
"Ohh beta ji, ab to agle 10 minutes mein Bhai yaha honge chhote," Om replied excitedly, giving Rudra a high-five. ("Ohh, buddy, Bhai will be here in the next 10 minutes now.")
In the dimly lit room where Aadish was deep in discussion with his associates, tension hung heavy in the air.
His attention was abruptly diverted as his phone vibrated insistently on the table.
With a quick glance, he realized it was a message, a sudden interruption that demanded his immediate attention.
The screen illuminated his face briefly, casting a pale glow on his furrowed brow as he opened the message.
Whatever he saw there ignited a storm within him.
His typically composed demeanor cracked for an instant, replaced by a flicker of intense fury that threatened to consume him.
"How dare that person get so close to her," he seethed inwardly, his jaw clenching in restrained anger.
His thoughts raced to his brother, a mix of disappointment and frustration swelling within him.
"What is this useless brother of mine doing?"
His fists clenched involuntarily as he fought to contain the surge of emotions threatening to spill over.
The stakes were too high to lose control now, especially in front of his trusted associates.
He closed his eyes briefly, attempting to quell the rising storm of anger and maintain his composure.
Memories flooded his mind â her penetrating black eyes, a reminder of why this situation mattered so much.
He took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as he pushed aside the immediate impulse to react impulsively.
With a practiced calm, he reopened his eyes, the fiery intensity tempered to a steely resolve.
In the midst of this crucial meeting, he knew he couldn't afford distractions or lapses in judgment.
But beneath the surface, a storm raged silently, fueled by a mixture of protectiveness and simmering fury that threatened to erupt at any moment.
In a sudden, unexpected turn of events, Aadish stood amidst the room, his authoritative presence palpable as he declared the meeting concluded.
His words cut through the air with finality, leaving everyone stunned.
It was an unprecedented moment in his illustrious career where work had always held paramount importance.
Today, however, something had shifted.
Without waiting for any response, Aadish briskly departed, leaving a lingering sense of bewilderment in his wake.
His usual dedication to tasks seemed momentarily eclipsed by an unknown force, leaving colleagues exchanging puzzled glances and murmurs of speculation.
Meanwhile, in the quiet confines of their car, Aadish's companion Armaan sensed the tension radiating from Aadish's demeanor.
With practiced discretion, he remained silent, navigating towards the venue of the evening's anticipated gathering.
As they drove through the bustling city streets, the atmosphere within the car mirrored Aadish's unsettled state of mind.
His thoughts were inscrutable, his actions betraying a rare departure from his norm.
The weight of unspoken words hung heavy, a stark departure from their usual professional composure.
In this moment of unexpected deviation, Aadish's mind raced with undisclosed turmoil, leaving Armaan to ponder the implications of the evening's unusual events.
The car pressed forward through the evening haze, carrying them closer to the gathering that awaited them, shrouded in uncertainty and the unspoken tension of what lay ahead.
In the midst of the open ground, all eyes swiveled towards him as he arrived.
It was a moment that seemed to pause time itself, every gaze fixated on his presence.
Unbeknownst to him, his two brothers observed from behind a tree, hidden yet watchful.
Spotting his brothers, he acknowledged them briefly before turning his attention to his lady love.
It took him a good ten minutes, amidst the clamor and the distraction caused by other girls who seemed drawn to him everywhere he went â girls who he jokingly referred to as gold diggers, oblivious to those who didn't pay him any heed.
But he was searching for one who wouldn't give him any attention.
Finally, he found her â a task made easier by her distinctive presence.
In the bustling drink section of the store, amidst the soft hum of customers and clinking glasses, she stood, engrossed in her quest for lemonade.
Oblivious to the presence behind her, she reached for a glass, the condensation cool against her fingers.
A sudden awareness crept in, the subtle instinct that someone lingered just inches away.
In that fleeting moment of uncertainty, her hand tightened around the glass, poised in anticipation.
A gentle touch on her shoulder shattered her focus, and without a second thought, she whirled around, unleashing a cascade of lemonade.
The liquid arced through the air, catching the unseen intruder by surprise.
He remained eerily composed, an unreadable silence enveloping him as droplets cascaded down his face.
Her realization dawned swiftly, her voice trembling with shock and remorse as she uttered rapid apologies.
"Mr. Rajawat, I'm so sorry, I thought of someone else... sorry!" Her words spilled out in a flurry, punctuated by nervous gestures as she fumbled with her dupatta, attempting to mitigate the unintentional mess.
Amidst the commotion, the atmosphere quivered with a blend of embarrassment and the awkwardness of mistaken identities.
Mr. Rajawat, though soaked and slightly stunned, maintained an enigmatic calm, absorbing her apologies with a serene demeanor that belied the surprise of being drenched in lemonade.
In the midst of the unfolding drama, Aadish first experienced shock and now found himself unexpectedly happy.
"Kya hi kare bechara gusse mein aaya tha, madam ne saare gusse pe nimbu pani daal diya," (What can we do, poor guy came in anger, and madam poured lemon water on all that anger) he chuckled to himself.
Avantika, meanwhile, continued to apologize incessantly, her words flowing non-stop in an effort to mend the situation.
Aadish, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the moment, savoring the amusement of the scene.
The others present, aware of the surrounding bodyguards following Armaan's strict orders, kept their heads bowed low, ensuring they remained unseen.
The atmosphere crackled with a blend of tension and intrigue, each character playing their part in this unfolding drama.
Here comes our trio: Om, Rudra, and Armaan, approaching with Armaan purposely coughing to signal their arrival, prompting the two lovebirds to acknowledge them.
Avantika stood at a distance, while Rudra remarked, "Achha hua ji, nimbu pani daal diya, bahut taap rahe the vaise bhi bhai sa." (It's good she poured lemon water, they were burning up anyway, brother.)Aadish shot him a sharp glance, silently registering his words.
Avantika, puzzled, asked in confusion, "Taap rahe the, magar kyun? Koi biwi leke bhag gaya inki .......sorry sorry, nimbu pani zyada hogaya lagta hai."
(They were burning up, but why? Did someone run away with their wife? ...sorry sorry, looks like there's too much lemon water.)
Aadish overheard their conversation but remained silent, merely urging them, "Let's get in the car nowwww..."
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