Part 1Siddhant POV:
Siddhant Bharatwaj...
I am the only heir of Bharatwaj group of companies...
As soon as completing my master degree my father handover the responsibility to me...
Yes.. its me who is handling our company since 23 years...
Now i am 28 and have bring our company to greater heights since i took over in these 5 years...
Not only our company Bharatwaj group of companies... but also Divedi group of companies as well...
Yes.. Jamanlal Divedi & Meena Divedi died in a car accident and since then there is no one to handle the company...
They got only 1 daughter who is still small in age and living with her Meena Divedi's mother in Simla...
As my Grand mother is very close friend and distant relative of mother of Jamanlal Divedi the responsibility of taking care of their company too came to us and Now ultimate to me...
Its really difficult to handle two big group of companies.. still when they have given that responsibility to us having belief & trust over us.. its our duty to fulfil it...
When i was busy in my works, i got call from Simla...
'Mr. Siddhant.. We are calling from Simla, Roli divedi's grand mother want to talk to you...' some lady said...
'Sure... give the line...' i said...
After a while...
'Mr. Siddhant.. i came to know its you who is taking care of Divedi industries...' i heard voice of an old women...
'Yes Grandmother... Its me who is handling our company as well as Divedi industries...' i replied...
'Mr. Siddhant can you please come home this week whenever you are finding time...' Old lady said...
I swiftly checked my dairy and found i am free this weekend...
'Ok.. I will come this weekend as i am free...' i said...
'Thank you... I will be waiting for you...' she said...
The line was disconnected...
I wonder why she is calling me suddenly...
If something is there to tell she might have even told in the phone itself...
What is the need to call me personally to their place...
What it is about???
Is it about the daughter of Divedi family who is growing there???
But if its about her what is the need to call me... what i got to do with that girl...
They might have called her grandmother & father of Jamanlal Divedi instead of calling me...
So many thoughts were occupying my mind...
I never seen that girl yet... Not even sure how old she is & what she is doing...
I got some strange feeling inside when thinking about going to Simla...
I dont know why... what is that strange feeling is all about...
I only wish everything should be for good...
On that day when i return home i told my parents about call from Simla...
'What is there to think Siddhant... May be she want to tell something.. Go there & see...' my father said...
'I only wonder why she is telling me to come there...' i expressed...
'Whatever only we can know once we go there right... so dont worry about anything & just go and see... Lets see what is waiting for us...' my mother said...
I nod my head as acceptance...
Weekend...
I packed my dress for 2 days in my bag and started in my car...
I took the address calling them again and now i am on the way to Simla...
As the place was nearing.. the puzzles were added to my mind about my visit to Simla...
I am getting restless as the time move on and increased my speed...
After hours of journey finally i reached the bungalow...
I stopped the car with a jerk...
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