Amour à Paris- a rekindled Romance

Chapter 3

6 years ago-

:- Hi dad, is this a good time to talk? Or shall I call you back later

:- Oh my dear! Finally my son has time to call me! I have a meeting with an investor in 45 minutes but right now I am all yours. Tell me.

:- Dad, I want to join the Business. I have some ideas. So if you can allow me to work independently then I'd like to be a part of it!

:- Okay, let's talk about it tonight after my meeting. I will call and discuss, is that okay?

:- Yes. However, I would like to make the Tech Department autonomous and completely under my leadership because some of my ideas might not align with the already existing plans. Also, I don't want to work in the UK but in the Europe if that is okay with you. Let's discuss when you have time.

:- Okay. First let me hear your ideas and then we will decide on the rest. You take care, Zain. I'll call you tonight.

:- Bye Dad.

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Present day:-

Zain Khurrana. Once a struggling Fashion photographer, changed his profession and joined his father's business without telling anyone but just his childhood best friend Nikhil. He changed his city, his everything as if those few years never existed. He collected all those years in a box and locked it in the darkest corner of his mind. Nikhil was already working for the company, so it was not a difficult transition for Zain to take over the responsibility of the tech department. He just avoided the press and especially photographers for reasons he never told anyone. However, luck had other plans and after 6 years something deep inside him has probably shifted after seeing Shirin suddenly.

He messaged his assistant to send the car back to the Hotel because he needed a walk. His head was too clouded, and he needed a clear head before next morning's meeting. It's an important investment opportunity for his company and his dream project, he cannot let some part memories spoil that. The hollowness he felt inside was too bitter and he had to close his heart to all those distractions. His phone vibrated; it was a message from Nikhil. They both worked hard on this investment plan and even though Nikhil is not in Paris, he is worried. Zain replied in short and started going through the plan for the meeting inside his head. Looking at the Eiffel, in all its glory, he suddenly missed his camera and all the glamour and glitz that he left behind.

He was annoyed at himself and his thoughts as they kept going back to a time he didn't want to remember anymore. "Damn you Shirin Roy, could you not appear in front of me just a day before my most important project!"