SACRIFICES

CHAPTER 1

We can see a man getting down of the black range rover entering the building of 'Rathore Corporation'. He was wearing a black armani suit which was perfectly fitting to his body and had black shades on. As soon as he entered the building everyone started wishing him good morning and in return he gave them a polite smile and wished them too. He took the private elevator and reached the 58th floor and entered a room outside of which it was written "CEO". The cabin was very spacious and had black marble flooring, the walls were white in color and the furnitures were black and white based.
The man sat on the chair like a king. He was tall ,fair, had jet black hair which were perfectly styled and he looked very handsome with a sharp chiseled jawline. He is none other than India's best businessman , Abhimaan Rathod. Abhimaan turned on his computer and called his secretary Aarav through the phone to get him a strong milk coffee.

ABHIMAAN'S POV

My PA Aarav entered my cabin with a steaming cup of milk coffee just the way I like. I don't know how some people drink black coffee yuck yuck, the thought of it makes my tongue bitter. Anyways getting back to work Aarav informed me that today I have a meeting with Mr Singh about our new hotel project. The only problem with this new project is that the land on which we are planning to build the hotel belongs to an orphanage and the owners of the orphanage are in no way agreeing to sell the land so now I have decided that I will personally go and talk to them and will give them the offer to give a new land to them in return of this land. Suddenly the door bursts open and here comes my best friend cum monkey Yash Malhotra. We are childhood friends. We are close to the extent that we had even taken baths together in childhood. He might be irritating sometimes but he is the best friend anyone can get, he had supported me a lot at the time my father had expired. I was just 18 at the time my father had expired, being the eldest son all the responsibilities of the business had come over me. I was feeling helpless and lonely at that time. If Yash wouldn't have supported me at that time I don't know what would I be doing right now. I came back to reality when I heard Yash screaming my name .

"Hey Abhi let's hit the club today" said yash

"No please not today I have a lot of work."
as usual Yash did not listen to me and kept on ranting about how boring I am and kept on forcing me but I declined his offer as today I have a meeting with Mr Singh and then I have to go and meet the orphanage's owner.

Yash agreed to leave me this time but in return he took my favorite sports bike for one day. While giving him the keys of my bike I felt like I am giving him a piece of my heart. My sports bike is my baby I love it so much if it gets a single scratch it feels as if I have got those scratches on my body. But this Dumbo Yash took it away. I threatened him to take care of my bike or else I will show his childhood's most embarrassing photo to his girlfriend in which he was dressed up as a girl with two tiny pony tails,a bindi on his forehead and he was wearing a pink frock .

AFTER 1 HOUR

The meeting with Mr Singh went well and now I am on my way to the orphanage.

I feel like something good is going to happen today, I don't know what is it but I am having a positive feeling. Let's see what the futures holds.

END OF ABHIMAAN'S POV

SOMEWHERE ELSE

We can see a girl wearing a beautiful floral white dress in which she was looking like an angel playing in the garden with the kids. She has long wavy black hair , sharp nose , her eyes were as beautiful as a deers eye. She was laughing and singing rhymes along with the kids. She is none other than Amaira Sharma. Sweet, innocent and kind hearted girl , loves kids, is a big foodie.

Amaira lives along with her grandmother Gayatri Sharma who owns an orphange. She was 2 years old when she lost her parents in a car accident. She is an introvert and her only friends are the kids in the orphanage. When her parents died her grandmother decided to turn their house into an orphanage. Gayatri is a very kind lady,she is only alive for Amaira as she had promised her son and daughter-in-law while they were on their death bed to take care of their daughter Amaira. Amaira was her life and she was Amaira's.

AMAIRA' S POV

These kids are so full of energy that even after playing for 3 hours straight the are not tired whereas my bones are on a verge to break. Anyways the smiles on the faces of the kids while playing took away all my tiredness. I returned back to my room after playing with kids. My room was nothing special. It had a large bed in the center, my study table in the corner , an almirah and a picture of my parents. I really miss my parents, I was very young when they passed away so I don't have any clear memories about them but whatever I have heard from my grandma I know one thing that they loved me a lot. I feel so lonely at times. Whenever I see kids with their parents it brings tears to my eyes I really miss them. But the only thing that holds me together is my grandma and the kids.

I have my own bakery which is is quite popular in my neighborhood. I love baking, whenever I am tensed about something the only thing I do is bake. The kids in the orphanage love the cakes I bake.

I was broken out of my reverie with the sound of gigglings in my room. I turned around to see Pari and Sonu , two kids of our orphanage standing near my bed.

"Didi come down fast someone with a big car has come." said Sonu

"Yes Didi that bhaiya is very tall and handsome just like a superstar" said Pari with dreamy eyes for which she got stinky eye from Sonu.

"No he is not as handsome as I am" said Sonu and got a slap on his head by Pari.

"No he is better than you" said Pari

Before these 5 year olds could turn this into a huge fight I decided to intervene between them.

"Okay kids stop fighting and let's go downstairs "

As soon as the kids heard this they sprang outside the room to go downstairs.

I was feeling very giddy while going downstairs. I don't know why was I feeling like this but whatever this feeling was,I was liking it.

As I reached downstairs I could see the back of a man sitting on the sofa and talking to Gayatri ma. Soon the man turned his face towards me and I froze. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen with a pair of mesmerizing brown eyes.
It was as if time had stopped and it was just the two of us in the room. That's when I realized that it was love at first sight.

END OF AMAIRA'S POV