Love At First Touch (ON HOLD)

1. Beginning

It's the Award ceremony night. Leaders from several industries were present to celebrate company milestones and individual achievements. On the stage, the chief guest is ready with the Fashion Entrepreneur of the Year award and is about to declare the name. But the atmosphere there was quite bizarre. A strange stillness was spread among the audience. I mean, nobody is eager for the outcome. It seems each one knows who the conqueror is. That's why nobody is peeking at the stage. Everyone sight glued to the sole man sitting in the very first row.

"Now the moment has arrived to present tonights most awaited award. Every year leaders put on their best shot to grab this one award... Let's reveal who's the one this year... So The award for Fashion Entrepreneur of the Year goes to...The Dapper Young Man... Mr ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA..."

The winner revealed, and the whole space resonated with applause. Not giving any heed to those noises, he started hurrying towards the spotlight like a king ready to have that crown. After attaining the award, He was ready to abandon the stage promptly, but his wretched fate. The anchor stops him.

" ASR, won't you repay that applause."

He turned round, and His one stern look is enough to make the anchor gulped in fear.
With much irritation, He frees his hand from his pocket and snatches the mike.

"I believe that only appreciation is not acceptable for AR employees in comparison to their hard work and punctuality they reflected towards AR. But yeah, I will appreciate those contenders who came here giving up their costly time and cheered for me."
Saying this, he strides to leave.

While he was pacing in the direction where his car parked, the reporters halted him, throwing many queries at him.

"ASR, this is your second win; how does it feel?"

"Would you like to share your Magical mantra among others of becoming the youngest victorious businessman." another Reporter inquired.

" ASR, your connection with models are often on talks tell us..."

He ignored all this absurd question and marched fast when abruptly, one question drag him back.

"... Are you in love with someone?... Reveal something about your marriage plans?"

Love and Marriage. Once these were just mere words for ASR, which not even fit in his word bank but now these two-word act like a sword apt enough to create a severe wound, visible only through his eyes. His eyes are all red as if not tears, but his wounded blood has inhabited his eyes. He deliberately took his eyeglass out of his waistcoat to hide his tears. Avoiding everything in anxiety, he occupied his seat and ordered his driver to ride toward RM.

IN RM
After attending a meeting, Aman hauled into RM at dusk.

"Where is ASR? "Aman ask HP.

HP pointed in a particular direction and answered.
" Arnav bhaiya is in his room."

Aman nodded and paced towards his area. He gets terrified seeing the messed up room while ASR still finding something in the cupboard furiously.

"What the hell are you digging through the cupboard?"

Catching sight of Aman, ASR gets alert and changed his attitude.

" Ahh...Nothing...just a presentation file...don't know where I put it"
He again starts locating.

Understanding his best friend's fake act, he took out the ring from his waistcoat and handed it to him unwillingly.

" Here it is...HP found it while washing your clothes."

ASR snatched the ring and hugged him tightly as if he brings his lost soul into the world.

" Thank you so much, Aman... I thought I lost it"

But within seconds, his relief turned into his well-known wrath by Aman retort.

" You have already lost her ASR."

"We will talk about it later. You can leave now," Arnav replied, tightening his teeth.

" But ASR...you had PROMISED."

" I said leave dammit, " He said fiercely.

" Fine, I just wanna inform you that I'm leaving tomorrow for Delhi to finalize our new project."

"Hmm", Arnav bobbed.

Aman miserably left the space, unable to decide whether he should console him being his best friend or follow his order as an obedient employee.

Arnav's camaraderie never happened with love. Forget friendship; there was always a sunshade sport between them. Whenever he dreamed of sunshine on a cold afternoon, it came up as a f***ing shade. And when he wanted to rest in the shade, it appears as scorching sun.

Arnav slides the French door, settle down beside the pool and starts adoring the ring. The frigid wind was caressing his face, and A sole tear slip from his eyes while recollecting the most beautiful moment he spent in his life.
"Why you did this to me,khushi..why?"

While Arnav was wholly lost in his past on the other hand, Aman mood wasn't that differ. He was roaming in his room entangled in deep thoughts.

"It's been three years since the two separated...yet why can't he forget everything and move on...he always asserts how much he hates her, but his eyes still speaks volume about his love...Till now, I had hope that time will heal all his pain, but indeed it keeps on rising each day...What you had done to him, Khushi...What you had done..." He sighed sadly.
"Everything which transpired in the past, Was that even right or Was that all blunder?"

To be continued...