में उसको आंसुओं से लिख रहा हूं,
में उसको आंसुओं से लिख रहा हूं!
की मेरे बाद कोई पढ़ ना पाए।।
~Wasim BarelviAUTHOR'S POV
As the program drew to a close, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The students were still reeling from the electrifying performances, especially the duet by Shruti and Vivaan, which had left the audience in high spirits. Now, the anticipation for the final segment of the evening was palpable.
The anchor, brimming with enthusiasm, stepped forward to address the crowd. "What an incredible performance we just witnessed from Miss Shruti and Mr. Vivaan! Their chemistry on stage was absolutely stunning, and I’m sure we all enjoyed every moment of it. But now, everyone, hold onto your seats, because we've arrived at the most awaited part of tonight’s program."
The anchor's voice took on a dramatic tone as he continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to welcome to the stage the star of the night, a man whose name resonates across India, a businessman who has achieved immense success at a young age without any support. The man who has captured the hearts of millions of women across the country—please give a huge round of applause for Mr. Abhimaan Singh Rathore!"
The auditorium erupted in applause, cheers echoing through the room as Abhimaan made his way to the stage. His presence was commanding, his every step exuding the confidence of a man who had conquered the world.
Standing at the podium, Abhimaan allowed the applause to subside before he began speaking. His voice was deep and smooth, drawing the audience into his words.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he started, his gaze sweeping across the sea of eager faces, "it is an absolute pleasure to be here today at this prestigious university fest. I must admit, it’s quite refreshing to step away from the chaos of the business world and immerse myself in the vibrant energy of academia."
He paused, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he continued, "I know that as a businessman, I'm often perceived as rude, arrogant, and cold. And let’s be honest, that perception isn’t entirely inaccurate. In the cutthroat world of entrepreneurship, sometimes a tough exterior is necessary to navigate the challenges that lie ahead."
The crowd hung on his every word, intrigued by his candidness.
"But today," Abhimaan said, his tone softening just a fraction, "I stand before you not just as a businessman, but as someone who sees immense potential in each and every one of you. In this room, I see the future leaders, the innovators, the game-changers who will shape the world of tomorrow."
He let his words sink in before continuing, "The road to success is not easy. It’s paved with hardships, rejection, failure, and countless setbacks. But it's also marked by perseverance, resilience, and unwavering determination. These are the qualities that will define your journey, and they are the very things that will lead you to success."
Abhimaan's voice grew stronger, filled with conviction, "I urge you to embrace the challenges that come your way. Don't shy away from adversity; instead, let it fuel your ambition. Let it be the fire that drives you to push beyond your limits."
He leaned slightly forward, making a direct connection with the audience, "Remember, success isn't just about accumulating wealth or achieving fame. It's about making a meaningful impact, leaving behind a legacy that will transcend generations. It’s about being the kind of person who changes the world for the better."
The students were visibly moved, their eyes reflecting the inspiration Abhimaan's words had ignited within them.
"So, as you immerse yourselves in this university fest," Abhimaan concluded, his voice resonating with authority, "seize every opportunity to learn, to grow, and to connect with your fellow visionaries. And never forget—no matter where you come from or what challenges you face—the power to shape your destiny lies within you."
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