The broken man who conquered the world
"And the Award for Businessman of the Year goes to Rudra Singh Oberoi"
The result was announced and the entire hall broke into louds clap. A young man got up from his place. His face was blank. Expressionless. You could not see any happiness in his eyes. Not even pride for such a tremendous achievement. Rudra Singh Oberoi. The man who conquered the business world. In just 4 years. He swiftly walked up to the stage and received the award.
" Thank You for this honour" he said in a visibly uninterested manner.
"The credit for this awards goes to my brothers and my wife." he took a deep breath.
"Mujhe chhodne ke liye aur mera Dil todne ke liye" he completed and walked away taking the award ignoring the media that pounced on him with various questions.
As he entered the Oberoi Mansion, he saw her and smiled. Dadi. He went forward and hugged her and bent down to touch her feet, giving her the trophy. She kissed his forehead lovingly and congratulated him..
"Congratulations My Boy" he heard a loud voice and the smile on his face vanished. Tej Singh Oberoi came forward and took Rudra into a hug. Rudra stood there unaffected, he did not care to hug him back.
"I am so proud of you my son! You have made so proud! I always knew you will do this someday" Tej beamed with happiness and all Rudra could do was to give a sarcastic chuckle.
How his father's love was directly proportional to the amount of money he earned.
Rudra mumbled a little thank you and hurried into his room avoiding any further conversation with his father.
He sighed as he entered his dark empty room. A well set room. So unlike Rudra. He kept his trophy in the drawer of the side table, not bothering to see it again and switched on the radio. Love Angel. Another sarcastic laugh. He listened to her voice as he changed into comfortable clothes. This was his daily routine. His daily laughing therapy. He would laugh out loud everytime this love angel gave someone love tips. Life was such a lie he thought. With lots of work pending, he finally took up his laptop. News Time. Breaking news on the internet, Rudra singh Oberoi wins "Businessman of the year". He almost cringed as he read the next line. "After 4 years, the award is back with the Oberoi's, the last one was bagged by SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI in 2016". Something inside him broke that moment. But his face was unexpectedly calm, not even a glint of sadness. The only thing he has love about himself all these years was the fact that he had a control over his emotions now. Unknowingly he clicked on that name. Shivaay. The owner of the biggest food chains in India now. It's been 4 years since he had seen him last. He would lie if he would say that he did not have the knowledge about Shivaay's whereabouts. He had kept a constant tab on his life ever since he came back into news 2 years back. But he did not care to meet or contact him. Why? Because Shivaay did not do that too. 4 years and not even a single call, message anything. Rudra did not wanted to invade his privacy either. If Shivaay Bhaiya did not care, why should he? All his life he had thought he was the first priority for his brothers. But he was so wrong. Shivaay chose his Khoon, khandaan, Naam ideology over his brothers and O, he chose truth over him. He remembered how he had cried infront of Om, not to leave him when was leaving Oberoi mansion. He was punished for something that was his Dad's fault. Om did nor listen, never looked back. Never. Great. But atleast they helped him come out of his wonderland. Into the real world. The world that was his now, the world he hated.
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