Riansh FF - Meri bewasi ka bayan hai

The curtain rises

Straightening the coat , as he entered the room , many people looked at him with awe . It was not unknown to  Vikrant Ahuja , many people here looked at him as Potential buisness deal or ladder to something else . Truth to be told, it  felt great to be held in such high regards .  But then , it was not the reason he was here for.......

        on the other end of the hall,From the dias, Samrat took the stairs down to reach him . Yet , it couldn't be said Mr Ahuja was entirely happy to meet him , by the set jaw of his handsome looking face .
Right fully , Many compared him with fine wine in Italy due to it - they say age only blessed him with better features  . And none would deny it seeing the look of admiration among the ladies in the hall - young and old alike.

                   Even then , he was immune to it . Instead through his sideway gaze , he caught the glimpse of what he was looking for .
It happened in a blink of an eye that , Mr Ahuja almost lost her . Much to everyone's amazement , he rushed from there following something . Who ? No clue !

             Though all were confused , but the seemingly terrifying Bodyguards of his didn't let anybody follow him .

" Such a busy man , must have gone to attend some call "

The words were murmered untill it died down as the man in question got lost in the corridors of the big Mansion .

     On the other hand ,  His heart was in his mouth as he followed her . The curtains swinging in the wind , on their own tried deterring him . But , determined he took quiet and cautious steps untill he heard the petite figure fall on her knees , and Start sobbing .

Entirely not sure if she was the one he was looking for or not , Vikrant called out

" Who is there . Kaun hai wahan ?"

Even if he got no response Verbally , but the petite figure got up facing him hearing his queries . Tears were getting wiped by her trembling fingers , hindering her face . And when she finished , Vikrant Ahuja felt being punched in the gut .

           Same set of doe eyes , the same loving face .....Even the myriad emotions of sadness and amazement were exactly like her . Exactly like his Noor ......

" Noor......"

He whispered . While confused she just gaped at him . But , himself not able to react - he took in the fill of her presence . God , was it a dream ? He badly wanted to pinch himself , but the gravity of the situation kept him at bay .

So the information regarding her was not false . The sole reason of him being coming to India was standing before him - in all blood and flesh .

" Noor......oh god "

He murmered again as a tear drop fell away on his wrinkled yet charismatic face .

        Not knowing what to address her , he called her by what his heart knew of her . But , then Vikrant Ahuja got her name , when someone called her .

" Riddhima,,,,,,,jaaan........."

Both of their head suddenly reacting to the sound , swung at the voice . And , Vikrant's brow furrowed seeing Vansh Raisinghania walking towards them in all his charming glory .
So what he heard about him was not wrong in any sense . He really looked like the way people described him -