Part 2 of the Rajvanshi series.
To write a tale of emotions.
Of hate, of pain, of joy, of love.
What happens when faith plays it game to bring two people together? When the past of one threatens to rain fire on the lives they built together?
Will...
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All my life I've wanted to find something I actually belong to. To be comfortable enough to say that this is what I've always wanted.
I've been failing miserably.
I am good at studying. That's a plus point. I went to medical school for a while. It wasn't for me. I did graduate. But I didn't move forward with it. I was what people called a genius. I had an IQ of 152. I completed school when I was only 14. And medical school by 18. Like I said medical school wasn't for me. So I went to business school.
I honestly didn't like it much either, but I chose it as a career anyway. I am 33 now. My father had me by that age, and here I am. Going through some weird mid life crisis inspite of being a genius. Having a high IQ or alot of money doesn't exactly solve your life apparently. It made it easier though.
So here I am back in Delhi after two years. Like I said earlier, life crisis, I was in Germany for the last five months and was in London before that for around a year and half. I was working there but also trying to figure out if those were the places I belong to. Apparently the answer is no. The most belonged I've ever felt is at home. Delhi. Even this doesn't feel like the right place but i enjoy it. I think it's because of my family but a purpose is missing. I guess I'll find it eventually or just live the way I have for so many years.
Caden is with me. He is my bodyguard and the closest thing I've ever had to a friend. I don't talk much but when I do, it's usually with him. I don't know why he is scared of me, he is a bodyguard, he is supposed to be intimidating not like he will run away the second I turn to him. Now to answer why I have a bodyguard in the first place?
I am in the Mafia.
Just kidding, but I've heard its cool these days. Business rivals are no less than Mafia so you gotta be prepared. But, I am home now. Rajvansh mansion hasn't changed much over the years. Sure the paint changes but the place seems the same. My father got the cottage near our house repaired after my grandfather died in it in a fire. That was my mother's house for all her childhood. She never liked the place much but she was happy to see it.
Now someone else lives in it.
My great grandfather died when I was 10 and my great grandmother died two years later. I missed them, but life goes on. My grandparents, all four of them decided to take world tours. They are always traveling. And here I am back to see my family. I am sure maa would yell at me for not coming back once in the last two years, but then she'll get over it and make me donuts.
I walk up the stairs only to be greeted by two men standing and bickering.
It really is the right time for them to grow up.
"Ahaan. Aarav." They both jumped apart at my voice and when they see me, genuine surprise and glee shines on their faces. They each hug me welcome.
"Great. You're back. Badi maa is going to have your head on the platter." This idiot gets on by seeing other people miserable.
