Intervening ⚠"Love"???💗💗 (Ongoing)

chapter 3:Why me??

Aditya's POV

"Life is what you make of it"
but what if life has an upper hand and it forces you towards the darkness you fear!

Indeed! my life was dominating me. While that "devil" was helping him. Yes, devil who forced me to run away and leave my house while he killed my mother.

What was her fault?? She was just trying to protect me!!

That devil, a monstrous goon who hid his black money and himself in the cover of politics. Moreover his party members created a humble and respected image of him.

Only l knew his reality. Only me!

I ,Aditya Malhotra had a perfect life in Lucknow, my mother loved me more than anyone as I was her only son and my only strength.

Mom worked in a government bank .
She always supported me in my decision of pursuing higher studies.

I wanted to be a writer just like
"Conrad" (a realistic writer) .

But all my dreams shattered after her death ,I was all alone running from this drastic world. I had to work hard to fill my stomach, I gave tutions to children while worked part time in call centeres.

During this period I made friendship with Praveen who was a gym instructor as well a black belt in karate, he used to teach me some moves which afterwards became my favourite past time.
I used to share every single thing with him, he was my best buddy.

Praveen like me was alone and self dependent ,moreover his work had made him popular among many people. He always wanted to help me but my selfless mind made me ignore it,as I feared for his security

"what if that man hurts him, no I cannot let it happen. Never!"

It was strange how I had changed drastically from a boy trying to live his dreams into a savage in deep desire of becoming rich!! gain power!! Only to make him suffer!!! To make 'devil' suffer!

I kept on working hard to save money because now my dream was to earn money, lots of them.

Until one day Sharma uncle called me.

"Hi! Aditya my name is Varun Sharma, I am the principal of St. Xavier college , Kolkata. I want to meet you son."

I kept quite.
As I was confused " why was an unknown man calling me?
Was he a friend or a member of his gang searching me? he was calling from Kolkata, Why? "

"But...I paused
How did you find me??"

Question were dancing in my head until Mr Sharma put a full stop.

"Don't worry I am not what you're fearing. I knew your mother she was like my sister. I respected her a lot, your mother used to cry while telling me about her misery.
I wanted to help my sister but instead, she took a promise that I would help you in accquiring your dreams. She wanted to see you become a famous writer.
And one day came the news  of her death!

I tried to contact you even had to send people to  search for you but all my troubles seemed useless until I found Praveen.
Who gave me your details and finally  I could contact you" Sharma uncle spoke without pause.

I heard him quietly.
A big lump had formed in my throat while my eyes were ready to flow. Images of my mom were floating in my mind.

"Mother" indeed one of those gods precious creation.
Who else could think of her child's wellness even in her misery??

Mr Sharma interrupted my thoughts! He said " I will send you tickets and my details. Hope to meet you soon!"

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After some days: