SANGAM

CHAPTER-3

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Abhay struggled to free himself from Ruhaan's grasp, but the younger man's hold only tightened, his fingers digging deeper into Abhay's arm like a desperate plea. Ruhaan's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a sorrowful torrent.

Ruhaan-"Pta hai aapko maine kitne saare calls,messages,emails kiye aapko ...per aapne mere ek bhi calls kyun nhi uthaye rhe bhaiya aur na hi aapne mere messages aur emails dekhe kyun"....he asked still sobbing..."pta hai aapko jbse mujhe pta chala hai mera ek aur bada bhai hai aur woh bhi aap mein kitna zyada tadap raha tha aapse baat krne ko per...."

("Do you know how many calls, messages, and emails I've sent you, bhaiya? Yet you haven't answered a single one. Why? Why have you ignored me like this?")

Ruhaan's sobs punctuated his words, his body shaking with the force of his emotions.

Abhay's heart wavered, his resolve weakening in the face of Ruhaan's anguish. But he steeled himself, reminding himself of the purpose that had brought him here. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment, no matter how much it hurt.

Taking a deep breath, Abhay detached himself from Ruhaan's grasp, his movements firm but gentle. He held Ruhaan at arm's length, his eyes locking onto the younger man's tear-stained face. His voice was low and even, but laced with a hint of steel.

Abhay firmly-"Ruhaan, listen to me. I'm not ..not" Abhay's words hung in the air like a challenge, a deliberate blow to Ruhaan's heart. He knew it would hurt, but he had to do this. For his own sake, and for the sake of his mission.

But before Abhay could deliver the blow, Mr. Saxena's return interrupted the moment, and the room fell silent once again. Emotions were hastily tucked away, and masks of composure were donned. Abhay's words, meant to shatter Ruhaan's illusions, remained unspoken, suspended in the air like a challenge waiting to be met.

Mr. Saxena's apologetic smile filled the room as he returned, "So sorry for leaving you like this, AS... but it was something really urgent... I hope you don't mind." Abhay's gracious smile put him at ease, "No, not at all."

Mr. Saxena's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Alright then... aaiye aapko Omkara ki creations dikhate hai" (Let's show you Omkara's creations). Abhay's gaze drifted to Omkara, his eyes locking onto the artist's, "I have already seen them... and I must say they are amazing... you are a wonderful artist, Dr. Omkara Malhotra." Omkara's subtle nod acknowledged the compliment, his expression unreadable.

Mr. Saxena's enthusiasm was undeterred, "Well, then we should start with the Award Ceremony, Harsh... what say?" His question hung in the air, awaiting Harsh's response. But Harsh's gaze remained fixed on Abhay, his eyes looking at his son with an intensity that made Abhay look back at him....but soon he averted his gaze....

Mr. Saxena called out again, "Harsh..." The single word broke the spell, and Harsh replied, his voice distracted, "Haan" (Yes).

Mr. Saxena's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the undercurrents, but he pressed on, "I was asking, shall we start with the award ceremony?" Harsh's nod was curt, his attention still riveted on Abhay.