The Remaining Story

《Chapter 12》

A throng of people bombarded Shehzad's car as he reached the location of his shoot. There were hundreds of people jostling and thronging his car to get a glimpse of their favourite star or if really lucky get a picture of him.

"How did they know I'm coming today?" Shehzad asked watching the crowd from the car's window while his gaurds tried to clear way for him outside. After Aarav's talk yesterday, he decided he would resume shoot today and reached the location on time with Aarav.

"They've been coming everyday," Aarav replied, shooting him an accusing look.

"Okay. Don't look at me like that," Shehzad said.

"Like what?"

"Like I did something wrong and you get to give me that look because you never did anything wrong. Ever."

"Well I haven't done anything as bad as you," Aarav reminded him, "Atleast, I don't make people wait."

"Really? Forgot how you refused to go into that meeting because we were signing a deal with the father of the girl who dumped you?" Shehzad reminded him and started laughing.

"Shutup!" Aarav snapped.

His first meeting as the CEO of Talvar Sec with an investor for signing a deal was one he didn't want to remember. Excitement and confidence were at it's peak that day for him. Shehzad straightened his tie and prepped him for his first big meeting. His assistant was busy going through the papers.

"That guy has a funny suraname. Pronounce correctly," Shehzad had said.

"What?" Aarav inquired.

"Narasarang. Anil Narasarang," he replied.

"Say what?"

"Na-ra-sa-rang," he repeated slowly.

"No way! He's her father," Aarav exclaimed, throwing the file in his hand on the table. On realizing that Shehzad couldn't understand whom he was referring to, he explained further, "That girl in the bar!"

"Oh that one! You took her on a date and she went to the washroom...." he remebered and started laughing, "and she..and..," he was laughing so hard he couldn't complete his sentence.

Aarav shot him a dirty look and he laughed even louder, "and she didn't return from there." By now he was in hysterics.

Aarav didn't go on dates. And the one time he took a girl he met at a bar for a date, he was left sitting there alone with food ordered for two and a bouqet of roses, looking like a lunatic. That evening he had desperately wished the chair would just swallow him. He never heard from her again. But her name was etched in his memory and he'd rather die than attend to anyone from her family. Forget family, if he could, he'd hunt down her entire clan and boycott them.

"I'm not going!" He plonked on the chair and and crossed his hands, sulking like a kid. Shehzad spent an hour convincing him to go but he didn't budge from his spot. When his assistant suggested that either Shehzad or he could replace him, he looked at them with a scowl.

"Whoever goes is a the son of a bitch!" He threatened them. Shehzad attempted various ways to make him realize he was acting like a retard. He knew he sounded like a retard, but it didn't matter. Finally, Mr Anil Narasarang left the office, fuming and accusing them of unprofessionalism because no one attended to him. When you employ best friends at the top positions of your company, you don't need faults in the opposite party to break a deal. Your friend's mood, demand and sometimes crazy declarations is enough to be a deal breaker.

To top it all, after going home, instead of feeling guilty about the fact that his stupidity caused a loss of millions, he fought with Shehzad accusing him of being an insensitive and a bad friend. After a few days of sulking and only after taking a Rolex limited edition watch as an 'apology gift', did he go back to work.