Udaipur ~ A Path to our Destiny

Part 1 ~ An Important Meeting

~ DEDICATION ~

" For the hearts that find their home in the most unexpected places, and for the souls who heal each other's scars "

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Aditya Singh Rathore's pov

Mr. Choudhary-  "we're just preparing the files. The staff left early yesterday, that's why the files are not completed Sir"

I slammed my hand on the window, shattering the glass. Sharp fragments pierced my skin.

 Glaring at Mr. Choudhary, I said, "Who gave them permission to leave early, Mr. Choudhary? You know me, and you know I despise people who aren't punctual with their work."

"I know, Sir. I'm trying my best to have the files completed by this evening" Mr. Choudhary replied.

"Not this evening. I want those files by the afternoon. If I don't get them on time, I'll fire all of them"

Mr. Choudhary was visibly shocked. "Y-yes, Sir."

"You may leave now."

"Sir, shall I bring the first aid kit? Your hand is bleeding."

I nodded, gulped a glass of water to calm myself, and said, "Sorry for yelling at you, Mr. Choudhary. You know I like my work done on time."

"It's okay, Sir. I've worked here for almost 30 years, and I consider you my son, so it doesn't matter."

Looking at him, I hugged him lightly. "Thanks, Mr. Choudhary, for handling my bad temper. I can't help it, but it's for our own good if we take our work seriously."

He smiled. "Yes, Sir. I know, and I'll make sure that from now on, everyone takes their work seriously."

Mr. Choudhary left to get the first aid kit. I walked to my desk and opened my laptop. My eyes caught sight of a family photo frame, and a bittersweet feeling gripped my chest. "I miss you every day, Maa and Papa. I'll make sure that man pays for what he did."

My smile faded as anger bubbled up inside me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said.

Mr. Choudhary returned with the first aid kit. He carefully applied ointment to my hand and covered the cut with a bandage. I smiled at him, thinking, "If my father were alive, he would've been just like Mr. Choudhary."

"Mr. Choudhary, sometimes I think that if my father were alive, he would've been just like you."

He smiled. "Yes, Sir. I met the king once at an office party when he was in charge of the business. He was such a great person. His way of handling everything was fascinating, and I can say you're very much like him. Continuing his legacy is a great act by you."