ARSHI FF: DEEPLY CONNECTED
PROLOGUE
So dark So deep. The secrets that you keep...
As the reporters bombarded him with questions after questions and the cameras clicked till his eyes were left blinded but still he stood unfazed and unperturbed. None of this had any kind of effect on him. He had shielded himself from emotions in particular love and sympathy. He neither liked anyone empathize with him. He slipped his shades in style as the reporter raised another question. He whispered a few words in to his manager's ears and exited the media paparazzi when another reporter spoke
"Mr. ASR, We have heard so much about your professional achievements not once we have seen anyone from your personal life. Can you shed some light on the same?"
Couple of other reporters tried shushing him. His manager's face turned pale when he heard the boot's sound approaching the reporter. He felt his manager asking him to calm down but he turned deaf and glared at the reported as he removed his glasses. He approached him in two quick steps and punched the reporter right across his face making the corner of his lips to bleed. The reporter warned him about the power of the media and received yet another blow which left him with a black eye. Without taking another glance he rushed to the carpark and got rid of his driver and ignited his Audi A5 and zoomed through the busy streets of Delhi.
Somewhere not so far from Delhi a place so rich in history and architecture was Lucknow. She stood by the Gomti River watching the water flow at ease through the plains. Not brought up by a very affluent family but her parents had given her everything. She couldn't study beyond her bachelors in finance not because her parents couldn't afford only because she did not want her parents to struggle paying her loans or fishing for money to pay her semester fees. Her parents were against her whole idea of working and studying. They did not mind her earning but preferred if she used it for her own needs. Her parents felt till she was married she was theirs and everything for her was from their hard spilled blood and sweat. She couldn't thank her devi maiyaa enough but today she was questioning her devi maiyaa for facing a tough situation. All these days her parents had not told her any such story and today all of a sudden she was fed with stories after stories. From nowhere her parents showed her two huge iron suitcases of memories which shook her inner self. She even doubted if her parents stated the truth. If so what would happen to the person whom she had come to admire. Should she trust her instinct or trust her parents or the person who has stolen her heart.
Where did he go? Why has he shut himself from the world?
What/ who is the person behind her worry? Who is the person who has captured her heart?
To be continued ..
Anupamaa
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