His Bride: When Fate Made Her Fake

|| 2. RAMAN BHALLA ||

PADMAJA, E-112,
GOLF LINKS, NEW DELHI

A freshly bathed Raman Kumar Bhalla descended down from the stairs carrying his formal coat and briefcase, he kept his belongings on the dining table and walked towards the temple, he removed his shoes and looked at the huge portrait hung on the wall, his eyes glistened up looking at his father's picture. Raman lit diya in front of his father's portrait before looking back at his smiling face, there is not a single day when he does not miss him. "I really miss you Papa but it's okay. I am fine." Raman felt a lump forming in his throat, he wiped off the mist before it trailed down from her eyes and left its traces on his cheek. He gave a last glance to his father's portrait and left the place.

"Dinkar..." With his one call, a twenty year old boy came running towards Raman, he was dressed in crisp formal clothes. "My black coffee."

"Yes sir." The mug handed him soon, he started to read the newspaper while sipping his coffee. "Take my stuff to the car." Dinkar nodded his head and rushed towards the parking area, he kept his empty mug on the kitchen counter and collected his wallet, he was about to leave when a female voice came from behind which stopped him.

"Raman, don't go without eating anything. I have prepared french toast for you." Raman looked at the lady standing infront of him, for world she is his mother and his father wife but only he knew how bitter their relationship had became.

"How do you manage to pretend every time?"

"Beta!!"

"I am not your son. So feed this thing in your mind and please leave this place." Raman didn't looked back and moved out leaving his agonised mother behind. Raman Kumar Bhalla, the sole heir of Bhalla Groups he has everything the one only can desire yet he feels himself alone. Raman put brakes on his car as the signal turn red and started looking at the busy street of Delhi, a small smile came at the corner of his lips when he saw two boys going at school along their father, the car stopped at his other side had a husband wife seated along their kids. A happy family is everyone's dream but not all gets it, he learnt this truth in a tender age. He ignited his car back and shifted the gear, remembering the time when he and his father used to go to office together. A smile lingered at the corner of his lips remembering the sweet memories while driving towards his office building.

PSR Groups

PSR Groups is a leading Indian Multinational conglomerate, headquartered in New Delhi. It was founded by Raman Bhalla's grandfather when he moved to Delhi from Faridkot, Punjab. It started as an oil refinery and later expanded into manufacturing food products. Raman's father, Late Om Prakash Bhalla, a Textile Engineer started his Textile mills which became a huge success. Raman saw his grandfather and father working hard to make this company a success and when he returned back from MIT after completing his MS in Computer Sciences, he expressed his desire to start his own startup in Tech and in less than six years, PSR became a Tech Giant of the country. Everything was going well in his life, he was happily living with his father when one fine day his father detected stage four blood cancer.

Until he could take some to save him, he started to sink and in a span of two months he lost his father. The brutal truth of staying away from his father twich his heart every time, being alone is the hardest thing to do but he has made his heart stone hard for the same. Raman greeted his staff as he reached the CEO Chambers of the office and started seeing the files.

"Call Mihir."

Raman called the peon and in a few seconds a well built man of his same age appeared in his cabin. He fished his hands in the pocket of his slacks, he shook his hands with Raman before taking seat before him.

"When you came back?"

"Today morning itself."

"You must rest Mihir."