The Billionaire's Cure

•Chapter~36°

Aa chal ke tujhe main leke chalun ek aise gagan ke tale Jahaan gam bhi na ho, ansu bhi na ho, bas pyaar hi pyaar ple.

Sapano men pali, hasti ho kali, jahaan shaam suhaani dhale.

Hum ja ke wahaan kho jaaye, shikawa na koi gila ho.

Author's pov

The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a glimpse of Arjun within. His navy suit, impeccably tailored and cut from the finest Italian fabric, clung to his broad shoulders and lean frame, accentuating his muscular physique.

The crisp white shirt beneath was starched to perfection, the collar a stark contrast to his fair skin.

He was a man who exuded confidence, a man who knew his worth.

He paused, his hand reaching up to adjust his tie. The silk, a deep burgundy, was a bold statement, a splash of color against the muted tones of his suit. His fingers, strong and capable, fumbled with the knot, his deep, dark brow furrowing in concentration.

He tugged at the collar, then at the lapels, his movements a testament to his meticulous attention to detail as Arjun was a man who understood that every detail mattered.

Finally, with a satisfied nod, he secured the tie, his fingers smoothing the silk with a touch of pride.

He straightened his suit and his sharp gaze that was like a honde blade fell upon his watch which was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a testament to the artistry of Swiss watchmaking.

Its sleek, silver case, crafted from a single block of stainless steel, gleamed with a subtle sheen, reflecting the soft light of the hallway.

The intricate details of the dial, a symphony of polished hands and Roman numerals, were a testament to the precision and meticulousness of its design. The sapphire crystal, scratch-resistant and perfectly clear, offered a unimpeded view of the intricate workings within. The leather strap, supple and rich in texture, was a perfect complement to the watch's understated elegance. It was a timepiece that exuded an aura of sophistication and refinement, a silent statement of its owner's discerning taste and success.

His mind was wrapped around a crucial meeting however, something that was of high priority for him came across his mind and without pondering twice, he wend his way towards his little men.

After approaching them, his eyes that were hard and unyielding, softened.

The crispness of the uniform, the way it sat so perfectly on his little creatures' young frames, was a moment to cherish for him.

A lump formed in his throat, a sensation he hadn't felt in years. He had always been a man of action, of logic, of keeping his emotions in check. But as he looked at his children, standing there in those uniforms, a wave of emotion washed over him.

It was a mixture of pride, a sense of accomplishment, and a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. However, he could only watch, with a heart full of pride and a touch of sadness, as his children stepped into the unknown.

His heart swelled with pride, he pondered how his little ones were growing up. Memories of their first steps, first words and first laughs flashed through his mind, making him sentimental.

Thousands of questions about their first days were already echoing in his mind, refusing to be silenced.

As he once again gazed at the two tiny faces looking up at him with wide eyes, his heart swelled with immense love and pride. He slowly bent down, his arms opening wide for his children, and then hurriedly swept his mini creatures into a warm embrace.