Hey people :) Here's my first chapter! 😃 Thankyou so much for the response :) Overwhelmed! 😊
And the name, I selected something no one has suggested. I apologize for that. 😭 It has something to do with the story so I had to do it! I got the idea after asking for name suggestions.. Am extremely sorry and thankyou soo much for the suggestions :)
Chapter 1 :
"Randhir baba, uthiye," yelled Ramu kaka trying to shake him.
"Kaka, bas 10 minute, pakka uth jaaunga," told Randhir sleepily.
Kaka gave up. He went to the room adjacent to Randhir's and picked up Junior Randhir and put him in the washroom asking him to get ready in 10 minutes. Junior Randhir ran back to his bed and dug his little head below the pillow.
"Baba, utho!" kaka muttered helplessly.
"Kaka, bas 10 minute, pakka uth jaaunga," he told just like his dad.
"Jaisa baap waisa beta," kaka muttered slapping his forehead and left from there not knowing what to do.
He again went to Randhir's room and told, "Baba, chote sahib abhi bhi nahi uth rahe hai, unko toh sirf aap utha sakte ho." The minute Randhir heard it, he sat up on the bed and wished a quick Goodmorning to his kaka and rushed out of his room to go to his son's room. There he was sleeping peacefully with his small head peeping out of the quilt.
"Junior," told Randhir loudly.
"Haan senior?" he replied sleepily with his eyes shut.
"Utho champ, school nahi jaana?" asked Randhir sweetly.
"Nahi senior, aaj chutti," he replied meekly.
"Acha, abb I have only one way to wake you up," he told softly with a wide smile. Getting no response, he started tickling his son attempting to wake him up from his dreamland. He started giggling and got up after 3 minutes.
"Senior, sirf aap jaante ho mujhe uthane ka tarika," he told faking anger.
"Exactly why you call me senior," replied Randhir proudly, "abb jaao and get ready I want you down at the breakfast table in 15minutes."
"Okay hitler," he replied grinning and ran into the washroom before his dad could get hold of him.
"15 minutes," Randhir yelled and came out of the room and went back to his room to get ready.
Randhir came out of his room after 25 minutes and saw his son sitting at the dining table smirking at him. He knew he was late. He went and sat beside him silently avoiding eye contact.
"Senior," he told silently, "You're late again."
"Hmm," replied Randhir not knowing what else to say.
"You know what to do," he told smiling at his dad.
"Yeah yeah," he replied lazily and started feeding his beloved son. They had this rule, whoever came after the first one, had to feed the other. Randhir had to feed his son almost everyday as he was always late. He was happy that his son was more punctual compared to him.
Randhir Singh Shekhawat, aged 25, was the owner of "Scube Automobiles," the biggest automobile empire in the world. He created history by bringing up a small company to the standard of one of the top leading companies in the world in a span of just 2 years. At a young age, he created sensation and was known as the Automobile-King. He had the features any girl could die for. He was present in the Top 5 hottest business people below 30. He could simply be described as, "The Greek-God with the Einstein Mind." He had moved recently to Delhi, 2-3 months ago, reluctantly. He previously lived in London. He had money, fame, success but one thing he lacked, from childhood, a woman's love. He now, lives only for his champ, Ranveer, his only beloved. When Randhir told him that they were moving to Delhi and that he has to leave his school and has to adjust to a new school and a whole new environment, he expected him to cry and crib. But to his utter astonishment he nodded his head happily and was extremely excited to go to India. "Motherland," Randhir thought and was proud of his son.
Ranveer Singh Shekhawat, a mere kid who had turned 6 a month ago, never behaved like one. He was way too mature than the kids of his age. He understood and loved his dad more than he loved himself. He was crazy about cars and machines and swore to himself that he would become the best engineer of his times, just like his dad. He was a cute little sweet kid, who could get aggressive at sometimes like his dad. Apart from that, he cared for people and would never hurt anyone unnecessarily or intentionally. He had inherited his charm, intelligence, pride and also a few MCP qualities from his dad. He was first in almost everything. An excellent student he is and an awesome dancer for his age. He had inherited his mother's sweetness, patience and helping nature also. In short, he was near to perfect.
Ranveer is everything and everyone Randhir has and vice-versa. Randhir was not only a father to him, he was his everything. His dad, his mom, his companion, his guide, his mentor and his only loved. Randhir bought up his child with utmost care. He fulfilled all his wishes, the reasonable ones of course. He was a mature, responsible father. Though Ranveer missed his mom badly, he never asked his dad about it because he knew it was a touchy topic for him and he always used to get upset over that matter. He never wanted to see his dad like that, he loved him.
"Champ, chalo main tumhe school chod deta hoon," told Randhir.
"Haan senior jaldi chalo," Ranveer replied enthusiastically.
"Abb kya hua? Abb bohot mann kar raha hai school jaane ka?" asked Randhir eyeing him.
"Arey senior, aaj hamare class mein ek test hai. Aaj mein uss Divya ko dikha dunga ki mai kaun hoon," Ranveer replied proudly.
"What? Please elaborate," Randhir asked getting into the driver's seat and keeping his laptop behind.
"Senior, mere class mein ek ladki hai, Divya Khanna, kehti hai mujhse acchi hai. Usne mujhe challenge kiya hai ki who aaj ke test mein mujhse acche marks laakar dikhayegi," he replied, "Rank no. 39 hai aur mujhe," pointing towards himself, "Rank no. 1 ko challenge kar rahi hai. How dare she? Isiliye aaj main use dikha dunga ki main THE BEST hoon."
Randhir's jaw dropped but he composed himself and asked him, "Prepared then?"
"Main Rank no. 1 hoon senior, mujhe preparation ki zaroorat nahi," he replied smirking.
Randhir was surprised by his answer. He didn't reply anything. He started the car and proceeded towards Ranveer's school.
After bidding goodbye to Ranveer; he sighed. "Genes," he thought and started the engine.
He drove to his office then.
Standing in front of an enormous building, looking at his hardwork, he was happy and proud. He entered into his cabin and immersed himself in work.
He wanted to abandon his past and start afresh. But fate had other plans kept in store for him.
Somewhere far away from them, in a college, in Roorkee, in FITE,
There stood a man in his late thirties wearing big black specs and looking out of the window lost in his thoughts. His thoughts drifted off to *The first time they ever fought over a project.*
FLASHBACK :-
MECHANICAL LAB -
All the dream team members were working on a project given by Vardhan Sir. They had to assemble parts of a robot and get it to work. They were free to add any extra features to the robot. They had to complete the task in teams. Vardhan Sir had already decided the teams. They were Kaustuki-Vidushi, Jiggy-Sahil, Randhir-Sanyukta. They had one hour to complete the project. Randhir was not even allowing Sanyukta to touch the parts let alone work together. She was irked. She pushed him away with full force.
"What the hell do you think of yourself haan?" roared Sanyukta.
"Umm.. Let me think! Rank no. 1, awesome, out of the world, best and definitely not a farzi engineer like you," he replied calmly and got back to work.
"Farzi engineer? Really? You arrogant jerk, this is a team task not YOUR task," she replied stressing the word your.'
"What will you take to shut up your mouth?" he asked while working.
"Work," she replied coolly.
He was tired of her constant blabbering. "Fine," he muttered, "Let's divide. You do the below part and I do the above one. Are we cool now?"
"Okay, but no taunting," she told.
"I can't promise that now," he replied smirking.
She let out a deep sigh and starting fixing the limbs of the robot. They fought for don't know how many times but finally completed the task and 15 minutes were still left. Randhir wanted to improvise it further so he added few extra features. The robot could understand human language and could speak it just by a mere command from Randhir's mobile.
Vardhan Sir, being himself, came in exactly after 1 hour. Everyone had completed the task. It wasn't that difficult. He admired Randhir-Sanyukta's work the most as they have added many extra features. The mysterious thing was eventhough they fight so much, hate each other so much, how they always managed to work together when they are paired up. He took their project, appreciated them and left to his cabin. He placed the robot on his shelf as a remembrance of his two best students and thought, "I was right, they work their best with each other."
"Main haar gaya Niharika," he muttered slowly removing his specs and wiping away the tear that made its way down from his left eye.
"Tum aise kaise haar maan sakte ho?" asked a voice inside him.
"Par maine usse vaada kiya tha, ki main kuch nahi karunga," he fought with the voice inside.
"Vaada hi hai, tod sakte ho," the voice replied.
"Par..." his trailed of not knowing what to tell.
"Tum kabhi nahi haarte ho," his voice told, "aur kiss vaade ki baat kar rahe ho? Abb agar tum woh promise tod bhi doge toh kuch galat nahi hai. You're breaking the promise for good. Kissi ka bhala chahke kuch bhi karna galat nahi hota."
He surrendered to his inner self and decided to do something.
He composed himself and went out of his cabin. He reached his destination and went inside without even bothering to knock. He went and sat down on a chair facing an elderly man in his mid-fifties.
"Kya chahiye Vardhan tumhe?" he asked looking at his laptop screen.
There ends my first chapter. Excuse the mistakes please, I haven't proof read it. Hope I could draw your attention. Let me know. How was it? Long? :P Yeah, I know. I'll decrease the length next time. Do comment people, waiting. Bye 😊
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