IPKKND FF: To See - Chapter 5 - Page 40 - Page 4

It was one of those events, those being the torturous ones, the long endless tedious ones, these were the ones where he had to spend money as if earning it was easy, where he had to smile and pretend as if he was really happy to see all these people. The people who weren't as fortunate as he was.

Don't get him wrong, he understood but at one point in his life he wasn't as fortunate as he was now, but did he sit down and cry? Did he sit down and beg?

No.

Because Arnav Singh Raizada was not a beggar.

He worked hard, slaved days off at restaurants where he was the common 'waiter' and sketched at nights where his inner artist possessed him, and squeezed in time for revision so he pass his exams.

At the young age of sixteen when he should have been charming girls with his looks he was pencilling down ideas for his next exhibition. He built himself off a paintbrush and a pack of oil paints, off his sister's homemade brownies, off his mother's blessings and off his fathers patronising words.

But regardless of all that he was the one who created the empire, he was the one who slaved and sacrificed his life so his loved ones could cool themselves off in his air-conditioned house, so they could have whatever money could buy and so they could live in ease without a care in the world.

So as he looked on at all those who came in he pitied them, pitied them because they could never achieve big, never make it to the cloud they wanted to reach because they never dreamed that big.

"Chotey don't stand there looking grim, take off your sunglasses and socialise" His sister said.

Ah his sister, the one who had cleverly persuaded him into this event, the one whom he would do these event for regardless of his feelings towards these people.

"Yes Di" He said and moved off the tree stump he was leaning against to 'socialise' as his sister said.

"You should smile more chotey, you look handsome like that" She told him.

"Di" He said, his face serious.

"No really, then we would actually be able to get you married again" She laughed.

If anything Arnav's face turned stony once again, he couldn't smile, no he couldn't be happy. Simply because he had managed to wipe the smile off her face, because he had killed her with his words, with his behaviour before she had died in his arms telling him not to ever feel 'guilty' but how could he not?

It was with these thoughts he strode off hoping his sister would stop pestering him with the ideas of 'marriage'.

He could not get married again.

No. He would never.

He was so blind with his rage that he walked right into someone who would change his life.

Forever.

But would it be for the better?