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Rishabh Bajaj was not a careless person. He was not a careful person either. Rishabh Bajaj was a 27 year old, a PhD â post doc candidate at Cambridge, when his world came crumbling down.
You couldnât say that Bajaj was a carefree person. He wasnât. He was quiet, reserved and doted on his then girlfriend â Annika. He wasnât the best partner either. He remembered living in his lab, being too particular and being sparing with his time. He was after all learning the ropes of the Bajaj empire and fulfilling his dream. Somewhere along that time Rishabh Bajaj became Mr. Rishabh Bajaj.
Feared, loathed, hated, unmerciful Rishabh Bajaj who slit your throat on the street only to watch you die as opposed to hiring a sharp shooter to murder you secretly. Mr. Rishabh Bajaj in the final months of his degree hated people with pride. The very same people who strategically murdered his parents, the Annika who followed him around since her teens, his sister Sneha who brought misfortune to the family and the so called despicable man she loved.
Mr. Rishabh Bajaj had no eye on the Bajaj empire. Unlike his brother-in-law Rakesh Roy who married his sister Shnehal Bajaj for love and then kept her captive. Love? Until he burnt her alive when she couldnât bear him a child. An heir? So, what did senior Mr. Bajaj do? He burnt his daughterâs husband and every last person linked to the Roy family alive. Despicable? Not yet.
Bajaj swirled the bitter brandy in his glass as he reminisced his past. He bit on his cigar a little bit harder to suppress the anger.
Annika. Someone he had considered his own person had taken his parents in a ploy to reveal their atrocity. Some self-sacrificial lamb she was. Or was she? His so-called minx had held his parentâs captive until Rakesh Royâs people had gotten hold of them. Rakesh Roy apparently had a mistress. A mistress who could never have a child. A mistress who had no family. A mistress who had sardonically offered to play surrogate. And a mistress who cost Rishabh Bajajâs family their life.
So, when Rishabh Bajaj claimed the chopped up bodies of his parents. He also claimed his beloved Annika. And he slowly, legally, knowingly and painfully killed her with fear she had used to cause his sister Shnehal Bajajâs life. A child. And he named the child Sneha â minus the L for love. For his daughter would never be a victim like his sister was.
Sneha Rishabh Bajaj was the epitome of Rishabh Bajaj. Grumpy, quiet, adorable, and constantly annoyed. His Kooki resembled a grumpy animated cookie. Rishabh Bajaj loved every tiny bit of his daughterâs existence despite the circumstances of her birth. It was as if Kooki touched his frozen heart for a moment letting it beat for a tiny enough â enough to survive â until she came along. Prerna.
Did Rishabh Bajaj know Prerna? He did. He did know her. He could still remember her scowling face as her parents asked her to keep Shnehal company days after her chemo rounds. His parents, Suvarna and Hritesh Bajaj, were busy and asking a scrawny girl in the other end of the deal keep Shnehal company was the best Rishabh could do. He had to after all present his first thesis for his PhD.
So, 23 year Rishabh Bajaj paid Mr. and Mrs. Sharma a couple thousands more to let their 15 year daughter Prerna Sharma keep his daughter company. And Prerna hated every moment of it. To Prerna, it was a nightmare to spend an extra minute with someone 11 years older to her rather than spending time with her boy crush some Anurag Basu.
He met Prerna years later the night his sister died, the night his parents were abducted along with Annika and the night he found himself losing â for the first time ever.
The very same Prerna who had given his sister life since birth. The very Prerna who lived at the Bajaj empireâs beck and call through her family. The Prerna who was burdened with hospital bills and financial burdens as her parents and siblings fought in the ICU for their lives.
They lay seated on seat outside the ICU. Rishabh Bajaj shocked at the turn his life was taking. Prerna Sharma weeping at the impending death of her family.
So middle man in the transaction offered the Sharmaâs a final offer: a confidential offer to Prerna Sharma. A successfully fertilized embryo in exchange for all the medical expenses and the best treatment money could offer for her family. And the silly fawn agreed.
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Also: Rishabh is 31 and Prerna 23 here
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Edited by AraBearxo - 6 years ago