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51-The storm brewing

Arnav was surprised when he got loathed look from his co-workers after arriving at the set. Something was very wrong. He sat down with the director,watching some clips,yet he felt,the director was looking at him differently. Yes,Arnav had never worked with Bollywood before coming to Lukhnow. And his identity as ASR,the businessman was hidden mostly. Still as an Artist,he loved the work he did. He loved music,singing,writting music..

And he had immense respect for artists too. Yes somewhere he had felt uncomfortable. Yet he had managed to get out of it,without revealing who he was. Still he was feeling something strange ..

"ASR,watch the news right now. There is something strange going on online about you"said Aman as soon as Arnav picked up the call. He had called Arnav quite few times yet the phone was silent. So Arnav saw it late ..

Arnav opened his phone. As soon as he started refreshing the tabs,news about him being a Playboy,being in relationship with multiple people,both men and women and many more came out..

And the most shocking was,a celebrity with whom he had worked before had hinted that he and Arnav shared a weird relationship. Like Arnav was some sort of sugar daddy in the industry..

Arnav was shocked. What the heck..

Here,he was breaking with longing for his Khushi,the woman he had left behind in a small rural village.. And there was someone claiming him doing strange things ..

"Aman call Khushi immediately and tell her to not contact me directly or through any social media. It feels like a preplanned move. Someone is playing big here. Inform her about it. Update her. She is there all alone"Arnav orders were like bullets,only for one person,his Khushi..

Aman affirmed and they cut the call..

"Arnav,as per our informant,Anjali and Payal have arrived at the designated spot"Abeer called and informed.
It seemed Anjali and Payal had no hands on this. Then who could it be. Who wished to tarnish his reputation and why..

The director called Arnav and informed him that they were no longer interested in working with him. Even though Arnav was an investor in the movie,he accepted. When a man falls down,even dogs would shit on him.

On the other side Khushi had already known it. Yet she didnot take it seriously. Why would anyone want to harm an artist,a singer. Even though he was famous,had good works,but in the end Arnav was just a singer and songwriter in the eyes of people. And there were many talented people out there .

But both forgot,how Arnav had entered the industry..He had never appeared before in any news before he came out as the ASR. The famous singer and songwriter. And the directors flocked at him to sing. Yet he was picky. He directly dismissed the projects he didnot like. He was cold,detached,like he had a life outside of it. There are countless factors that can make one enemy. Even simply staying silent can too..

Storms was brewing. People were condemning Arnav. Some called him a product of nepotism,some called him arrogant,player and much more..

Many projects that singer ASR had worked on,were cancelled. And some even daringly used his writings,yet made other singers sing his works,to provoke him.

Arnav was silent. He was not even in Hyderabad. He had gone to Delhi. He was seriously involved in the mission of elimination of Anjali and Payal..

Khushi was silent too. She wanted to see,just how much can they dance. She knew,if it continues then Arnav would never be able to sing again. It was her man's passion..

Aman was collecting proof..He had found some disturbing factors too. It was a full proof plan. To kill Arnav..

Either Arnav would apologise or he would suicide.. There were to ways to kill an artist,one is to kill his art,his passion and another is to kill him . And the first way is the hardest..

The plan was to make Arnav fear,to hold the mic. To make him terrorised by singing,music. It was like making a person scared of his own reflection ont he mirror..

Yet who knew,Arnav Singh Raizada was not Arnav Singh Raizada for nothing. He had already faced it. When Anjali had snatched his opportunity to do what he loved. He had felt,the suffocation,the pain when the broken voice came out of his lips when he opened his lips to sing. He had cried,the hardest,when his hand trembled when he picked up his guitar that he had bought,working part times in London. He had stood alone,on the roof top,watching day bleed into night and night embracing morning,for days. He had felt the pain in his throat,when he tried to sing again and again. Anjali Mallik had killed him then. Yet he  had not even hold grudge on her for that..

And now,when Arnav was singing,he was singing because he was happy. The person who had died countless times each day,searching for self,how would anyone kill that person,by making him disappear from public eyes,he wondered..

There were few big names,playing cards. The true purpose was warning the younglings.. Arnav was just a warning. They wanted to show the young ones,what would happen if anyone tried to break the norm..

Yet they never guessed,who Arnav Singh Raizada was..