Amartya Suryadev Shetty despises change, feelings, and giving away even an ounce of his power.
"Love cripples you, and renders you useless." He says.
Billionaire dream of the ladies, Amartya wants to dedicate his life to his family, his assassinate...
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Amartya was under a cold shower when he heard his phone ring from his bedroom.
Amma and Ved had come home an hour ago. He had just breathed out a sigh of relief when,
Siya?
,he felt his brows furrow as his mind raced with a thousand and one thoughts per second, things that could go wrong at an ungodly hour were many and he just did not want to think about the possibilities.
Raking his slender fingers through his curly locks, he whipped a towel from the hanger and tied it languidly around his waist. The phone had stopped ringing but his racing mind hadn't, and so he scurried his way out before he noticed the screen of his phone illuminating again. As he noticed an unknown number, he tried to swipe his wet fingers against the screen, making it impossible to answer the call in time. He groaned inwardly before the phone stopped ringing again, giving him time to wipe off his hands and call the number back. This time, the caller on the other end was busy, so he decided to stay on the line anyway. He propped his phone against his ear with the help of his shoulder as he walked to his closet to get another towel to dry his hair because the water in his hair kept dripping everywhere, making his phone slip from its place.
He tossed the phone on the bed momentarily as he rubbed his mane with the towel in his hand when the
"The person you're calling is speaking to someone else-" message cut off abruptly as the line got freed. He careened closer to the edge of his bed when he spoke into his phone -
"Hello?" He spoke into the speaker when no one had said a word in five seconds from the other end,
"Ra - Raghav, my brother - I think he's dying."
Never in twenty-eight years of his life had he felt like he was running against time. Time had either betrayed him or kissed his feet but never completed with him, as it did tonight.
Ved was just going to bed when his eyes fell on his brother who was climbing down the staircase in a rush.
"Anna! I am coming too!" He didn't know where his brother was headed, but seeing him bolt he realised the matter at hand was urgent.
"Arrange a jet for Dr. Kapoor and ask him to be here right now!" Amartya climbed down the marble staircase as Ved stood on the threshold of the mahogany door, with only one arm in the t-shirt he was trying to put on while running after his brother.
The wheels of his Jaguar spun against the asphalt as his heart thudded against his chest. His mind kept imagining her state and her eyes and all the blood Angaar must have thrown up which reminded him of the first time Angaar called him at a similar hour.
Angaar was adamant for the treatment details to be unknown to his older sister and Amartya understood why, maybe because he would have done the same thing, so he had pledged to take care of, not only Angaar's health but all his responsibilities back home. Then how come, he could not keep his promises? How come things got out of their hands and how come Angaar was in his sister's arms, possibly breathing his last -
