Five years ago.........
Adhiraj's POV:
'She is back. This is the only thought that is running in my mind. Aadhya, my beautiful princess. I can't wait to meet her. After such a long time, we will finally be together. Reliving our old memories. Just the way we used to.' He thought as he got behind the wheels.
"A." Saddy said looking at me. "Ready?" I showed him my thumb up.
"Ra? Ready?" He said looking at the car beside mine. He showed him his thumb up.
"Okay. Ready." He shouted and the crowd roared. The hooting and cheers of the crowd gave me the adernaline to win.
As I stated ahead. I saw a girl in hot shorts and bralette standing with two flags in her both hands. She raised the flags. As soon as she dropped it our cars roared out loudly and I pressed the accelerator.
'India are no more fun without you Aadhya. I can't wait for you to come here again and finish what we started, years ago.'
We raced down the hill. Ra over took me and I let him. I knew these hill at the back of my hand. I knew when to speed and when to slow down. Just as the last turn was done I took my speed. We were riding adjacent each other now. I looked at Ra and smirked. Just as we were about a 100m from the finish line I pressed on the accelerator and won the race.
The crowd came towards my car as soon as I got out.
"Still playing games I see." Said Saddy. He knew what I did. I just grin at him and walk off towards the car again. I was done for the day. I just wanted to go home, rest and wait for tomorrow. I will meet her and I want to see her expression when she sees me after so many years.
Aadhya's POV:
Today is my first day in one of my brother's companies as a CEO, Verma publications. Vikram Verma a devoted brother. After our parents died in a car accident, my brother took the company left by my father and made it one of the most influential company. He also took my responsibility and tried to give me the world. I had just finished college when my parents died. Devastated by the grief, my brother sent me to Yale University to pursue my love for literature. The misery made me study hard and achieve good grades. I studied there for my post graduation and then joined my brother's friends company in San Francisco to learn more in this field. I worked hard and made my name. When my brother felt too much of a burden and wanted someone reliable to lessen his burden he called me and offered me, to take over the position. I think he just missed me and wanted me to be near him again. I missed him too, so I accepted the offer and came back.
Verma publishers is a well known publishing company in India. I need to keep my image prestine and impress everyone to make my brother feel proud. This was my motto when I landed in India a month back. Since last month I have been busy learning everything about my company. My brother got all the information for me to get to know the company and its clientele. After a lot of research and reading, I was finally going to start working there.
I lived in my penthouse apartment. Though my brother lives in the same society with his wife and kids, I bought a different apartment. I didn't want to hover in their personal life. And I loved my personal space more than I wanted to accept. Life in San Francisco got me in the habit of living alone. I wanted my comfort zone wherever I go.
I chose a beige shirt and black trousers. I applied mascara, lipstick and chanel perfume. I wore the neckpiece given by my mom on my 18th birthday. It was a solitaire pendant attached to the chain that rested just above my cleavage. I wore solitaire studs matching the pendant. Wearing my Jacob & co watch, I walked towards my Jimmy Choo beige colour heels. I completed the look with my black Michael Kors bag. I gave a once over to my look and walked my way out of the walk-in wardrobe.

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Blame It On Love
General Fiction"What would you do, if you come across a heart wrenching news that the person you are dating for last three years, was engaged to someone else long before he even met you?" -Aadhya Verma "What would you do, when the person whom you have loved for mo...