Chapter 3.
"Someday, we'll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I'll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that's when I'll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can't hook
your boat to mine, because I'm liable to sink us both."
Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
Abhay cast a bored look around the auditorium he hated it all the facade the fake smiles plastered on hypocrite faces, he just couldn't bear it anymore. And to think that not too long ago he had admired all of this, yearned for the success he had now achieved, life was inexplicable in his opinion. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the most deserving win of tonight, Mr Abhay Raichand CEO of Raichand group of companies" Arnab Dobriyal smiled beckoning Abhay to the podium and Abhay sighed inwardly. He weaved his way to the dais and received his award thanking Mr Dobriyal perfunctorily. In the audience he could see his entire family his parents, his brother Sid and Panchi, his heart had thumped guiltily in his rib cage. Why was he doing this to them, pushing them away from him. What happened was destiny not his family's doing they did not deserve this alienation but his heart had stopped beating for such trivial reasons now. Wins and losses he believed were just colors in the large canopy of a visage called life.
Chand Raichand relaxed on the crimson oversized couch at Raichand Mansion, he was a man of principles a strict individual who had chiseled away the imperfections in his life to turn it into a masterpiece. At forty eight he was the President of Raichand group of companies. His legacy included a real Estate Empire, one that had earned him immense fame and monetary assets. He had done well on his home front too, his wife Haseena had initially been a business deal a step towards his future success but he had been lucky enough for that calculated step to result in a lifelong companionship. Haseena Sahay was daughter to Arvind Sahay a well-known business magnate, smart, educated and witty she had been a good match for the charismatic entrepreneur. Her father had been shrewd enough to gauge Chand's interest in her and had offered him her hand provided he remain in their household and pledge his eternal loyalty to Arvind and Haseena. Haseena being his only offspring Arvind had found it best to train and mold Chand into the successful Real Estate mogul he had now become. Over the years love had blossomed between them and a quiet understanding had come with the birth of their sons.
"Papa I think the property near Pacific Mall is worth looking into" Siddharth opined sitting opposite his father on the comfy loveseat. The family had been overjoyed by Abhay's win of Most Talented Entrepreneur for the Year Award. Chand had had no qualms about either of his sons winning the award he knew they were perfect but Haseena like any mother had been a nervous wreck and afterwards a proud parent. Dinner being over Haseena and Panchi had taken to the kitchen to clean up while the men had gathered around the massive stone fireplace in the living room to discuss business. Abhay had entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee when he heard his mother talk to Panchi in hushed tones. It wasn't that she would have hidden any conversation from him but she knew the topic was sensitive to him and so refrained. "Mom don't you think it's time we start looking for a girl for Abhay?" Panchi's voice floated. "I want to beta you know that" Haseena's weary voice followed "but he won't consent to anyone of our choice." "But Mom how long do you think this is going to go on?" Panchi was now irritated; Abhay could see her take out his coffee beans from the kitchen cabinet and put them in the grinder. "He doesn't sleep, doesn't go out, doesn't even eat properly Mom... I can't see him like this" she was close to tears now and Abhay's heart had filled with love for her. He had never had a sister but with Panchi that void had been filled forever.
Abhay suddenly felt claustrophobic, true he had every luxury at the bat of an eyelid but some things could not be bought in life, they had to be sought. "Mom I'll be home soon" he had informed Haseena from the kitchen doorway retreating his steps to his own room. Lacing his Skechers he walked into the misty night, it had been exceptionally cool since the past few days in Dehradoon. Cutting through the billowing wisps of fog he had tread his familiar path again, the one that wound through the woods adjacent to their house. Raichand Mansion was built to impress, the colossal columned structure appeared to be crafted after ancient Roman edifices. At Haseena's insistence Chand had hired the country's top architects and the result was a massive Napolean marble and granite extravaganza, complete with an orchard, three gardens, a tennis court, an olympic size pool and water fountains. The cherry red dome visible from the valley below, it was a landmark in itself. Haseena had inherited an impeccable taste from her mother and had left no stone unturned to make her abode comfortable, elegant and classic, a feat she prided herself on.
As Abhay jogged he felt his anxiety recede into nothingness, the cool wind blew through his silken hair as he picked up speed. Nights, he loved them free of the noise, pollution and disturbance. He liked to have the world to himself. The forest was silent apart from the occasional howling of a distant wolf. He would have carried on had he not heard a faint whimper; his legs had stopped on their own volition. Was it an animal or human? This neck of the woods was often known to harbor lost travelers, maybe someone had lost their way or some animal was in peril. He made his way carefully to the edge of the lake that stood in the middle of the forest. His eyes had picked out a huddled form perched atop a large rock not far away. "Hello! Are you hurt?" he asked the shadow, the form had raised its head then and turned his way. From the dim moonlight he could see it was a woman, frightened too as she scrambled to get her footing and subsequently failing to do so. Abhay had rushed forward to help but the girl seemed in a great hurry. She whimpered yet again clutching her foot in agony. "Are you ok?" Abhay had neared her cautiously; he could see she had long curly hair that curtained her face. "Please!" she whispered choking on sobs "don't come near me" her soft voice was comparable to the babble of a running stream. For a moment Abhay stood mesmerized, was she a dream or a reality, the forest was known to harbor many dangers as well as secrets. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse she had picked up her skirt and limped away disappearing in the thick foliage leaving Abhay to watch silently at her retreating figure.
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