"Mike I need that file completed in an hour I am absolutely done dealing with this utter lack of professionalism by the Khuranas." Bellowed an infuriated Arnav as he threw the file across the table.
"Just get the hell out and come back ONLY when you have the complete quotes," continued Arnav which was enough to scare the day light out of poor Mike.
Now all alone in his cabin Arnav relaxed his back against the chair, closing his eyes he ran his hands through his hair in frustrations.
This was the life of Arnav Singh Raizada. He was a self-made man, a man who took on the burden of his family's responsibility at the tender age of fourteen. His childhood was snatched from him by life, he hated life. He wasn't living he was fighting. Fighting the world and himself.
Arnav got up and looked at his watch and realized it was 11pm. It was Friday night, to think a multi-millionaire tycoon like him would be out enjoying himself, dating top models or buying things that are not for sale.
Arnav started the engine to his car, but he just did not want to go home. A home that never felt like one, he was denying a bitter reality of life, that he in fact was running away from himself, hiding from his identity. He drove aimlessly and came to an abrupt stop. He got out of the car and walked towards his favorite place in the city.
Arnav took of his shoes and walked bare foot on the sand. As the cold water touched his feet he felt every muscle of his body relaxing. He took a deep breath inhaling the cold, fresh, air trying to hear his heart. A heart that had stopped beating a long time ago!
He heard a noise, a sound, no not his heart it was a girl, a drunk girl!
"Hey you! Mr. Porsche Carrera! Suicide karne ka irada hai kya?"
Arnav turned around
"WHAT THE FU..?"
A VERY VERY VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO ZOHA 🤗
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