𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.♡

Part 01

"Meet Vihaan Arya, a 26-year-old visionary with a chiseled jawline with a heart of gold. As the eldest of three brothers, Vihaan has shouldered the weight of responsibility, putting his family's dreams before his own. His younger brothers, Kabir and Aarush, look up to him with wide eyes, their aspirations for a medical and design career respectively, fueled by Vihaan's unwavering support.

But behind the façade of a dutiful son and brother, Vihaan conceals a secret. A dream he once cherished, of becoming an architect, now gathering dust in the recesses of his mind. His father, Arjun Arya, a kind and loving man, couldn't muster the courage to defy his own father's wishes, leaving Vihaan to surrender to the family legacy.

Vihaan's mother, Ananya, a woman with a warm smile and a gentle touch, yearns for her son to find love and settle down, to think of himself for once. But Vihaan has lost hope in that fairy tale, his focus solely on building an empire, his heart encased in a shell of steel.

Vijay Arya, the patriarch of the Arya dynasty, a man with a mind sharpened by the whetstone of ambition, had long pinned his hopes on his son, Arjun. But when Arjun failed to meet his lofty expectations, Vijay's gaze shifted, like a laser beam, onto his grandson, Vihaan. The weight of his legacy now rested squarely on Vihaan's shoulders, a burden both crushing and exhilarating.

Vijay's eyes burned with an unyielding intensity, his will a force majeure that brooked no dissent. He had built his empire through sheer force of will, and he expected nothing less from his heirs. His hopes for Vihaan were double-edged, a sword of expectation that pressed upon the young man like a physical weight. The world was a battlefield, and Vijay had no intention of letting his grandson forget it.

Vihaan, coming from a prominent Hindu family in India, has been immersed in the traditions of Hinduism for generations. Despite the family's strong promotion of Hinduism and their alignment with India due to historical enmity with Pakistan, Vihaan has never truly connected with the religion. He dutifully participates in all the religious rituals, yet deep inside, he struggles to find the inner peace he seeks.

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In the heart of Mumbai, a city pulsing with energy, a young visionary named Vihaan Arya was rewriting the rules of success. As the CEO of his family's legacy business (Arya Dynamics), he had defied the odds and shattered expectations. His grandfather, Vijay Arya, had built the company with blood, sweat, and tears, but it was Vihaan's innovative genius that catapulted the brand to unprecedented heights.

With a passion that burned brighter than the Indian sun, Vihaan designed a car that would make the world stop and take notice. And it did. His debut masterpiece became the best-selling vehicle of the year, leaving the industry veterans stunned and amazed.

Today,Arya Dynamics is the stuff of legends, a symbol of Indian ingenuity and excellence. His story is a testament to the power of courage, innovation, and sheer determination. Get ready to be inspired by the remarkable journey of Vihaan Arya, a true icon of India's business landscape.

As Vihaan Arya climbed the corporate ladder, he sacrificed his youth and passion to become the prodigal grandson his family revered. Since the tender age of 19, he devoted himself to the family business, providing for his loved ones and fulfilling his grandfather's vision. But in the process, he lost himself. The relentless pursuit of success numbed his heart, and he became a shell of a man, driven solely by the quest for wealth and status.

His grandfather's words echoed in his mind: "A man must be cold, calculating, and focused on providing for his family." And so, Vihaan embraced the persona of a ruthless workaholic, hiding behind the facade of a luxurious mansion and a string of lucrative deals.

But amidst the glamour and glory, Vihaan's personal life lay in shambles. His family's constant nudges towards love and relationships fell on deaf ears, as he hid behind the excuse of not wanting to be distracted from his goals. Little did they know, the truth was far more sinister - Vihaan had simply given up on the idea of love, deeming it a vulnerability he couldn't afford.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Vihaan's driving force remained his younger brothers, whom he sought to protect from the same fate that had consumed him. He toiled tirelessly, fueled by the hope that they would chase their dreams, unfettered by the burdens he had shouldered. But at what cost? Only time would tell."

Vihaan's POV:

My mind raced with the never-ending tasks at hand, my focus solely on completing the project. But before I could make any progress, my office door burst open and my best friend, Aaruv Singh, strode in. His infectious energy was a stark contrast to my intense concentration.

"Hey, brother! Take a break, let's hit the club and live a little!" Aaruv exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

I sighed, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. "Aaruv, I don't have time for your antics. I have work to do."

He pouted, his tall frame lounging on the sofa in my office. "Come on, Vihaan! You're not 50, you're 26! Have some fun for once. Work can wait, but this moment won't come back."

I raised an eyebrow, my gaze fixed on the screen. "You can go alone, why bother me?"

He whined, "I can't go alone! You're my best friend, by chance, you're coming with me."

I ignored him, my focus returning to the task at hand. But Aaruv persisted, his voice laced with frustration. "You're so boring, Vihaan! Don't you ever want to let loose?"

I shot him a stern glance. "I have work to do, Aaruv. And I can't leave until it's done."

He rolled his eyes, his attention drifting to his phone. "Fine, do your lovely work. We'll leave once you're done."

I hummed, my mind already back in the zone. But Aaruv's next words caught my attention. "By the way, I'm coming to your family mansion today. I haven't seen your mom in a while, and I miss her cooking."

My gaze softened, a small smile creeping onto my face. "Good. I'm sure she'd love to see you."

As Aaruv continued to chat, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. His carefree spirit was something I'd lost long ago, buried under the weight of responsibility and ambition. But for now, I pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand.

Aaruv's presence was a constant reminder of the life I'd left behind. While he was living in the moment, I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of work and responsibility. But I couldn't afford to indulge in nostalgia. I had a project to complete, and my family's legacy to uphold.

As Aaruv continued to chat, I nodded absently, my mind already back in the zone. But a part of me longed to break free from the shackles of my own making. To let go of the burden of being the perfect grandson, the perfect CEO.

But that was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not yet, at least.

With a sigh, I refocused on my work, the words blurring together on the screen. Aaruv's voice faded into the background, a constant reminder of the friendship we once shared, and the life I'd left behind.

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As Vihaan cruised in his sleek black Rolls Royce towards his own place, his phone buzzed with "Mom" flashing on the screen. With a sigh, he answered, "Hey, Mom."

"Vihaan, don't forget you need to come over today. I'm waiting for you," his mom, Ananya Arya, reminded him.

Feeling a bit worn out, Vihaan replied, "Mom, I'm really tired. I just need some rest."

"It's your home, Vihaan. You can relax here as much as you need. What about dinner?" his mom inquired before he could finish.

Before he could respond, his mom interjected firmly, "No arguments, Vihaan. You're coming over. End of discussion." And with that, the call ended abruptly.

Vihaan let out a resigned sigh; he knew better than to argue with his mom. "Take me to the family mansion," he instructed his driver, who simply nodded in understanding.

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END OF THE CHAPTER...