Chapter 1 +2

Chapter 1

Akash Gupta and Shyam jha walked into the lavish hotel, making their way towards the conference room. As they entered the elevator, Akash took his phone out of his pocket and tried calling his sister Khushi, but she didn't answer.

Shyam noticed the worried look on his friend's face and asked, "What's going on, Akash? Is everything okay?"

Akash sighed and replied, "I'm not sure. I've been trying to get ahold of Khushi all morning, but she's not answering. It's unusual for her to not pick up my calls."

Shyam nodded in understanding and reassured him, "Don't worry, Akash. I'm sure she's just busy with something. We'll try calling her later."

As the elevator doors opened, the duo stepped out and walked towards the conference room. As they settled down, Akash's mind drifted back to his sister, wondering what could be keeping her so occupied.

Akash and Shyam were sitting at their table discussing their plans for the weekend when they suddenly remembered Arnav. They both simultaneously reached for their phones to give him a call but failed to connect with him. 

"What's going on with Arnav?" Akash asked, frustrated that he couldn't get through to his friend. 

"I have no idea," Shyam replied, equally worried. "He's always quick to pick up the phone when we call." 

They tried calling him multiple times, but his phone just rang out. They sent him messages too, but he didn't reply. 

"Is he traveling somewhere?" Akash wondered out loud, trying to think of a reason why he couldn't be reached. 

"I don't think so,he was working on some project in townside " Shyam said, slightly alarmed. "He would have told us if he was going out of town." 

The morning sun was shining bright through the window of a luxurious hotel room. The sound of birds chirping and cars passing by was audible outside. Inside, a man lay sound asleep on the king-sized bed, the sheets pulled up to his waist. He was tall, muscular, and had sharp features that chiseled his face out of stone. His black hair was slightly disheveled, covering part of his face, making him look even more mysterious.

The man was none other than Arnav Singh Raizada- a successful and wealthy businessman. He was dressed in only his boxers, showing off his toned figure. The warmth of his body was detectable as the sun shone on him, making him seem like a living sculpture. 

As the sun rays started peeping through the curtains of the hotel room, Arnav was still deep in his slumber, wrapped around a beautiful girl, who was sleeping like a baby beside him. His muscular arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, while his face was covered in a beard, which looked more like a rugged, sexy look that women swooned over.

The room was dimly lit, giving a romantic aura, the cream-colored walls, and dim lights added to the overall beauty of the room. The room was slightly messy, with clothes scattered all over the floor, and empty liquor bottles were perched on the table beside the bed. The bed was big, and it seemed like they had spent the entire night here, living their wildest desires.

Just then, Arnav's phone started ringing, and he grudgingly opened his eyes, slowly detangling himself from the girl. As he picked up the phone and answered the call, he heard the familiar voices of his friends, Akash and Shyam, on the other end. They were calling him, as they thought he was working on some project on the other side of town. Little did they know that he was here living his life to the fullest, with someone.

Arnav got up, careful not to wake the girl, and got dressed, exchanging acknowledgments with the girl before leaving the room. He knew his friends would be suspicious.

Akash and Shyam stepped out of the meeting room feeling relieved that it had gone smoothly. As they walked towards the hotel lobby, they spotted their best friend Arnav standing near the reception desk. They were surprised to see him here, as they knew he was supposed to be busy with work on the other side of town.

"Hey, Arnav! What are you doing here?" Akash asked him as they made their way over to him.

Arnav looked startled at first but quickly regained his composure with a smile. "Oh, just taking a break from work, thought I'd come down to grab some food," he replied casually.

His nervous demeanor that there was something else going on. 

"Hey, have either of you tried the coffee shop down? I hear they have some amazing pastries," Shyam suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

As they made their way towards the coffee shop, Arnav's mind was racing with fear and anxiety. He knew that he couldn't let his friends find out about his secret. He had been leading a double life, 

As they walked into the coffee shop, Arnav's heart pounded with fear, but he put on a brave face and ordered a coffee and a brownie. As they sat at a table together, sipping their beverages, Arnav tried his best to push his fears aside and act normal.

However, Akash and Shyam noticed that something was off with their friend. They exchanged concerned glances but didn't say anything. They knew that whatever Arnav was going through, he would share it in his own time and they would be there for him.

As they finished their coffee and parted ways, Arnav breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to keep his secret from his friends, but the fear of being caught was still at the back of his mind. He would have to be more careful from now on.

Arnav remember his past.

Flashback

Arnav walked into the crowded hallway of his new high school, feeling anxious and overwhelmed. He had just moved to the city with his family and everything was new to him. As he tried to navigate his way through the sea of students rushing around him, he suddenly collided with someone.

"Oops, sorry about that," said the boy he had bumped into, extending a hand to help Arnav up. "I'm Akash, by the way."

"Arnav," he replied, brushing off his clothes. "Nice to meet you."

Akash flashed him a friendly smile and gestured towards the class they both had. "Looks like we have the same class. Wanna walk with me?"

As they made their way down to the classroom, Arnav and Akash started chatting and quickly hit it off. They discovered that they had a lot in common, both being new to the school and sharing an interest in computer technology. Akash even offered to help Arnav find his way around after class, and it was clear that they were on the path towards becoming good friends.

Over the coming weeks, they hung out together during lunch breaks, worked on coding projects together, and even competed as a team in the school's annual robotics competition. Despite the ups and downs of high school life, they remained thick as thieves and had each other's backs through thick and thin.

Arnav nervously walked up to the door of Akash's house and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a girl with long, curly hair and sparkling eyes.

"Hi, can I help you?" the girl asked with a friendly smile.

"Uh, hi. I'm Arnav, Akash's friend. Is he here?" Arnav replied, feeling slightly embarrassed at his own nervousness.

The girl nodded and stepped aside to let Arnav into the house. As he walked in, he caught a glimpse of Akash's mom in the kitchen, who waved at him in acknowledgement. Arnav followed the girl, who he assumed was Akash's sister, up the stairs and into Akash's room.

"Akash, your friend is here!" the girl called out before exiting the room.

Akash looked up from his laptop, his face lighting up in recognition. "Hey, Arnav! What's up, man?"

Arnav and Akash started chatting about a project they were working on for school when the girl, who was now standing at the doorway, interrupted.

"Hey guys, I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Khushi, Akash's sister."

"Nice to meet you, Khushi," Arnav said, smiling at her.

Khushi grinned and crossed her arms. "So, what are you guys working on?"

As Arnav and Akash talked about their project, Khushi listened intently, occasionally throwing in her own input. Arnav couldn't help but be impressed by how smart and funny and kind she was all at once.

As the day went on, Arnav found himself getting along with both Akash and Khushi incredibly well. By the time he left, he felt like he had made not one, but two new friends.

3 years later,

Shyam had always been a bit of a loner in college. While he was a great student, he didn't have many friends and spent most of his time studying or working on projects. But that all changed when he met Arnav and Akash.

It was during a group project that Shyam was randomly selected to work with Arnav and Akash. At first, he didn't say much and kept to himself, but as they started working on the project, he found himself opening up to them.

Arnav and Akash were both charismatic and extroverted, the kind of people who made friends easily and knew how to have a good time. Shyam was amazed by their easy confidence, and as they worked on the project, he found himself feeling more at ease around them.

After the project was finished, Arnav and Akash invited Shyam to hang out with them. Shyam was nervous at first, but he accepted the invitation, curious about what the two of them were like outside of the classroom.

They went to a local coffee shop and talked about everything from their hobbies to their plans for the future. Shyam was amazed by how much he had in common with them, and how easy it was to talk to them.

As they parted ways, Arnav and Akash invited Shyam to hang out with them again. Shyam was surprised and grateful, and he eagerly accepted.

Over the next few weeks, Shyam spent more and more time with Arnav and Akash. They went to parties, attended sporting events, and even tried out new restaurants together. Shyam felt like he had finally found a group of friends that he really connected with, and he was grateful to have them in his life.

As the school year went on, Shyam became more confident and outgoing, thanks in large part to Arnav and Akash's influence. He started making more friends, joining clubs, and enjoying his time in college. And he knew that non

e of it would have been possible without the help of his two new friends.

Precap:what is the secret of Arnav??

CHAPTER 2

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the car as Akash and Shyam drove back from their meeting. The air was filled with a mix of tension and curiosity as they both couldn't help but discuss their mutual friend, Arnav.

Shyam furrowed his brow, breaking the silence. "You know, Akash, I can't shake this feeling that Arnav is hiding something from us. I've noticed that he's been acting a bit different lately, i think he is in involved with some girl, special one."

Akash glanced over at Shyam, his brow raised in surprise. "What? No way, Shyam! Arnav would never keep something like that from us. We've always been his closest friends, and he shares everything with us."

Shyam sighed, his suspicion evident in his voice. "I get that, Akash, but just hear me out. I've seen him texting quite frequently, and whenever he receives a message, he seems to get this goofy smile on his face. It's not like him at all."

Akash pondered Shyam's words for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead on the road. He knew that Arnav had always been open and honest with them, but he couldn't deny the possibility of his friend developing a secret romantic relationship.

"You might have a point, Shyam," Akash admitted reluctantly. "But before we jump to any conclusions, let's try talking to Arnav about it. We shouldn't let assumptions cloud our judgment."

Shyam nodded in agreement, though his skepticism was still apparent. "Alright, but if he's really hiding something, I hope we can get him to open up. We're his best friends, after all."

The Tennis Club is buzzing with activity as players of all ages and skill levels battle it out on the courts. Arnav and Akash enter, rackets in hand, their faces beaming with anticipation.

Arnav looks around, spotting an available court, and nudges Akash. "There's a court over there, let's grab it!"

Akash nods excitedly and they rush towards the court, setting their bags down at the side and retrieving their tennis balls. The sun shines brightly above them as their energy fills the air.

They warm up, bouncing the balls back and forth over the net. The sound of their rackets hitting the balls is rhythmic and harmonious, a reflection of the bond they've formed.

Arnav smirks, his competitive streak showing. "Alright, Akash, let's see if you can handle my killer serve."

Akash laughs, ready to take on the challenge. "Bring it on, Arnav! I'm not one to back down."

They start the match, their movements graceful and their focus unwavering. Backhands, forehands, and volleys fly across the court as they display their skill and passion for the sport.

But amidst the intense gameplay, their friendship continues to flourish. They cheer each other on, offering words of encouragement and support after every point won or lost.

As the match progresses, their camaraderie shines through. They share laughs, playfully tease one another, and push each other to perform at their best.

Arnav serves a powerful ace, causing Akash to stumble back momentarily. He regains his balance and smirks, determined not to let Arnav's skill overpower him.

Akash returns the next serve with a perfectly executed lob, catching Arnav off guard. Arnav runs back, stretching his arm to reach it, but the ball lands just beyond his reach.

They pause, both panting and grinning. Akash extends a hand towards Arnav. "Great shot, buddy! You had me on my toes there."

Arnav laughs, shaking his head. "You're quick on your feet, Akash. I can see why you're a formidable opponent."

They resume their game, their movements growing more fluid and their connection deepening with every rally.

In the end, it's a close game. They shake hands, their smiles filled with both satisfaction and admiration for each other's skills.

Akash claps Arnav's back, a genuine sense of camaraderie in his voice. "That was an amazing match, Arnav. I'm glad we could enjoy this game together."

Arnav grins, already looking forward to the next match. "Likewise, Akash. I couldn't have asked for a better friend and opponent."

They gather their belongings, leaving the court with a sense of accomplishment and a bond forged through their shared love for tennis.

Arnav and Akash gather their tennis gear, sweat dripping down their foreheads as they prepare to leave the tennis court, their faces glowing from the exhilarating match they just played. Shyam, their other best friend and a tennis enthusiast himself, spots them from a distance and walks towards them.

Shyam, spotting their tired yet victorious expressions, grins excitedly. "Hey, there you guys are! I've been waiting to hear all about the match. Looks like it was a good one!"

Arnav chuckles, his racket still in hand. "You should've been there, Shyam. It was intense! Akash gave me a run for my money."

Akash playfully nudges Arnav. "Don't forget, I had you on the ropes a few times too, Mr. Tennis Pro!"

They all share a laugh as they make their way towards the club's café, taking in the pleasant cool breeze of the evening.

Inside the café, they find a cozy corner and settle into comfortable chairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, adding to the warmth of their friendship. The three friends place their orders - one cappuccino for Arnav, a black coffee for Akash, and a mocha latte for Shyam.

As they wait for their coffees to arrive, they reminisce about their tennis journeys together. They recount their victories, defeats, and the countless hours they've spent on the court, helping each other improve.

Shyam sips his coffee, looking at his friends with gratitude. "You know, guys, our friendship is just like a doubles match. We support each other, celebrate each other's victories, and lend a hand when one of us falters."

Arnav raises his cup, a glint of affection in his eyes. "To the best doubles team both on and off the court! Cheers!"

They clink their cups together, the sound ringing through the café as a symbol of their unbreakable bond. They savour the coffee, relishing not only its taste but the cherished moments they spend together.

Arnav, Akash, and Shyam sit around a small table, enjoying their steaming cups of coffee. The sound of animated conversation fills the air as they discuss their upcoming tennis tournament. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with laughter, creating an ambiance of camaraderie.

As they exchange banter, Khushi, Akash's younger sister, bursts into the café, her swimsuit peeking out from under a stylish cover-up. Her eyes light up with excitement as she spots her brother and his friends.

Khushi rushes over to their table, her smile infectious. "Hey guys! Mind if I join you? I just finished my swimming practice, and you wouldn't believe the butterfly stroke I nailed today!"

The trio of friends grins, genuinely happy to see Khushi. They quickly rearrange the chairs, making room for her to join their enthusiastic circle.

Shyam pats the seat next to him. "Of course, Khushi! We're always ready for some lively company and tales of your swimming prowess. Sit down!"

Khushi settles into her seat, leaning forward with anticipation. She waves for a waiter, ordering a cold refreshing drink to cool off after her rigorous training.

Shyam leans closer, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "So, Khushi, any new records broken today? Or any eyes caught by your swimming skills?" he teases, a hint of mischief lacing his words.

Khushi rolls her eyes playfully. "No records this time, Shyam, but I did manage to impress the coach with my backstroke technique. Who knows, the Olympics might just be in my future!"

The friends erupt into laughter, each reveling in the joy and lightness that Khushi brings to their gathering. Their bond, cemented by years of friendship, becomes even stronger with her presence.

As they sip their drinks, the conversation shifts from tennis to Khushi's swimming ambitions. She shares her dreams of representing their country one day, her determination evident in every word she utters.

Akash looks at his sister, pride shining in his eyes. "I have no doubt you'll make us all proud, Khushi. Your dedication and talent are unmatched.even you are doing so great your art work and interior designing"

Arnav and Shyam nod in agreement, their admiration for Khushi apparent. They have watched her grow into a remarkable young woman, a fierce competitor in both sports and life.

Their camaraderie deepens as they bond over shared dreams and aspirations. Together, they envision a future where they all achieve their goals, united in both friendship and support.

Minutes turn into hours as they continue to laugh, talk, and enjoy each other's company. The café becomes a haven, a place where time stands still amidst the clinking of coffee cups and the mirthful chatter.

Shyam asked with a friendly smile. "I remember Arnav mentioning that you were his swimming instructor at one point."

Arnav's face paled slightly, his hands tightening around his coffee cup. He tried his best to maintain a composed demeanor, but deep down, a tinge of nervousness had coursed through him at the mention of his past attempts to learn swimming from Khushi.

Khushi, on the other hand, casually looked at Arnav, her gaze seemingly uninterested. But beneath that indifferent facade, her eyes were sharp, observing the slight change in Arnav's demeanor. She knew there was something more to his uneasiness, 

"Oh, that," Khushi replied nonchalantly, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. "Well, we did have some interesting swimming lessons, didn't we, Arnav?"

Shyam noticed the slight smirk that flashed across Khushi's face when she mentioned Arnav's name. His curiosity piqued, 

"You learned swimming from Khushi?" Shyam inquired, his tone laced with amusement. "Arnav, you never mentioned that. How come?"

Arnav shifted uncomfortably in his seat, acutely aware of Khushi's expectant gaze upon him. He mustered a weak smile, hoping to divert the attention away. "Oh, it was just a passing phase. I didn't really take it seriously. Let's focus on Khushi's amazing progress instead."

But Shyam's intuition wasn't easily fooled. He leaned forward, his eyes earnest as he probed further.

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Arnav nervously approached Akash's door, clutching the blueprint of his upcoming project tightly in his hands. This project held immense potential for success, but Arnav knew he needed advice from someone with experience in the industry. And there was no one better than Akash, the renowned investor who had an eye for untapped opportunities.

As the door swung open, Arnav felt a wave of relief wash over him. Akash stood there, a warm smile on his face, making Arnav feel instantly at ease. "Arnav! Come on in," Akash greeted him, stepping aside to allow his friend access into his elegant, modern home.

They settled in the comfortable living room, surrounded by sleek furniture and walls adorned with tasteful art pieces. Arnav's eyes wandered around, impressed by the minimalist yet sophisticated décor. But his focus quickly shifted back to the reason for his visit.

"I really appreciate you inviting me over, Akash," Arnav began, his voice revealing a mix of gratitude and excitement. "I have this new project, and I couldn't think of anyone better to seek advice from than you."

Akash leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I'm flattered, Arnav. Tell me more about this project. What is it about?"

Taking a deep breath, Arnav launched into a detailed explanation of his project. He described the innovative idea, the potential market, and the anticipated impact on consumers. As he spoke, Akash listened intently, occasionally nodding in appreciation of the challenging task Arnav had undertaken.

Once Arnav had laid out all the details, he anxiously awaited Akash's response. Bitting his lip, he wondered if he had done enough to impress the seasoned investor.

After a brief pause, Akash's eyes lit up, and a broad smile spread across his face. "Arnav, this sounds absolutely brilliant! I can see the potential here," he finally declared, his voice brimming with genuine excitement. "You've come up with something truly innovative. I'm honored to be a part of it."

Arnav couldn't believe his ears. The validation from someone as respected and esteemed as Akash instilled a newfound confidence within him. A sense of relief and joy swept over him, accompanied by a deep gratitude for the faith bestowed upon him.

As they delved deeper into the project, brainstorming ideas and strategizing its execution, Arnav couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the friendship they shared. In this moment, Akash's role as an investor blended seamlessly with their bond, solidifying a partnership that would bring their shared vision to life.

And as the hours flew by, the two friends laughed, exchanged ideas, and formed a profound connection that would not only shape Arnav's project but also their futures, forever intertwined on a journey toward success.

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Shyam couldn't hide his dissatisfaction with Akash's decision to invest in Arnav's project. He paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, while Akash observed him from across the room.

"I don't understand, Akash," Shyam lamented, frustration tingeing his voice. "You know how much effort and time I've put into my project. I expected you to invest in it, not Arnav's."

Akash leaned forward and fixed his gaze on Shyam, his tone gentle yet assertive. "Shyam, I understand your disappointment. But you have to trust my judgment here. Arnav's project is truly remarkable, presenting a groundbreaking idea that has the potential for unprecedented success."

Shyam scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. "Remarkable, groundbreaking? Is that all? What about my project? It's innovative too, Akash. I've poured all my energy into it."

Akash nodded, acknowledging Shyam's dedication. "I don't doubt your efforts, Shyam. Your project undoubtedly showcases your talent and creativity. But when it comes to investments, there are certain factors we have to consider. Arnav's project has a higher market potential, wider reach, and it aligns perfectly with the current demands of the audience."

Shyam's frustration seemed to deepen, his voice laced with bitterness. "So, you're saying my project isn't good enough? That Arnav's idea is superior to mine?"

Akash's expression softened as he tried to reassure his friend. "No, Shyam, that's not what I'm saying at all. Both projects have their merits and are impressive in their own right. But as an investor, I have to make a calculated decision based on the probability of success. I genuinely believe that Arnav's project has a better chance of hitting the market with a bang."

Shyam sank into a nearby armchair, dejected. He couldn't help but feel overshadowed and overshadowed by Arnav's success. However, Akash's words struck a chord within him, urging him to reconsider his perspective.

Akash walked over and sat beside Shyam, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Shyam, don't let this discourage you. Remember, every successful person faces setbacks and rejections on their journey. Use this as an opportunity to fine-tune your project, make it even better. I believe in your talent, and I know you have what it takes to bring your vision to life."

Shyam glanced up at Akash, genuine gratitude evident in his eyes. He nodded, 

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The penthouse is a stunning display of Arnav's refined taste and opulence. The air carries an aura of sophistication while sunlight pours in through expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in a warm, inviting glow. Every piece of furniture is meticulously selected, exuding elegance and charm. Priceless art pieces line the walls, emanating an air of cultural refinement.

Arnav's footsteps echo in the spacious room 

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell reverberates through the room, breaking the silence. Arnav's once-anxious face lights up with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He takes a deep breath, attempting to regain composure, then swiftly opens the door.

Arnav: (warm smile) Akash, Shyam! What a delightful surprise! Welcome, m

As Akash and Shyam step inside, their eyes widen in awe and admiration at the lavish surroundings. The plush carpet beneath their feet feels like walking on clouds, and the room exudes a sense of grandeur.

Akash: (genuinely impressed) Arnav, this penthouse is beyond exquisite! Your taste in decor is impeccable, my friend.

Shyam: (nodding, eyes gleaming) Absolutely, Arnav. This place exudes sophistication and refinement. You've truly outdone yourself.

Arnav, slightly taken aback by their praise, cannot help but feel a swell of pride in his chest. Grateful for their kind words, he gestures for them to make themselves comfortable on the sumptuous leather sofas.

Arnav: (humbly) Thank you, guys. I'm glad you appreciate it. Please, take a seat. Can I offer you something to drink?

Akash: (grinning) A glass of your finest scotch would be perfect, Arnav.

Arnav makes his way to the sleek bar, the clinking of glasses echoing through the room. Meanwhile, Shyam's eyes wander to the partially open bedroom door, unable to resist the allure of the unknown. Curiosity dances in his gaze like a flickering flame.

Shyam: (intrigued) Arnav, forgive my curiosity, but is there someone else staying here with you? That shimmering scarf caught my eye.

Arnav's hand freezes mid-pour, his expression momentarily revealing a mix of panic and vulnerability. With visible effort, he regains his poise, attempting to downplay the situation.

Arnav: (stammering) Oh, that... It's nothing, really. It's a fabric, I'm working on it.i was thinking for some female suggestion.

Intrigued, Shyam walks towards the bedroom, a sly smile curling at the corner of his lips. Arnav's heart skips a beat as he follows, attempting to steer Shyam away from involving Akash in his personal matters.

The bedroom reflects Arnav's refined taste, every detail carefully chosen. The bed, adorned with luxurious linen sheets and plump pillows, embodies comfort and indulgence. The soft lighting creates an intimate ambiance, as if each corner of the room holds a secret.

Shyam approaches the bed, his eyes fixated on the alluring scarf peeking from the edge. His fingers cautiously lift the fabric, tracing the intricate pattern woven into the silky threads. His own curiosity illuminates his face, casting a mischievous glow.

Shyam: (savoring the moment) Arnav, this isn't just any scarf. It's exquisite. The fabric, the pattern...it's indescribably beautiful.

Arnav's embarrassment flushes his cheeks crimson, his throat tightening uncomfortably. He scrambles for words, desperate to downplay the significance of the scarf.

Arnav let out a deep sigh as he watched Akash and Shyam leave his penthouse. Finally, he was relieved to have some peace and quiet after their intense conversation. Feeling the weight of the world slowly lifting off his shoulders, he headed towards the luxurious bar in his living area, determined to pour himself a well-deserved drink.

As he reached for a crystal glass, a delicate hand slid around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace from behind. Surprise flickered across Arnav's face as his heart skipped a beat. He turned around to catch a glimpse of the person who had snuck up on him.

Precap: revealation of the girl,any guesses??