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2:The Lost Deal and Him

CHAPTER 2: THE LOST DEAL AND HIM

Flexing my muscles, I noticed some movement in my cabin. I was already depressed about the deal that I had lost. Yeah, I lost and now I feel worst. The door opened and badepapa was standing before me with raging eyes. "Mr Shivaay Singh Oberoi, may I know why the hell did you loose that deal that could have fetched us lakhs ? What do you think of yourself ? Just becoming the succeeder do not define it. I better get an explanation. I mean, where was your mind ? It could have earned us profits. You are a loser." He said gritting his teeth before slamming the door on my face.

Loser. Is it what I am ? Yeah, definitely it is. I am a loser. Shivaay is a loser and Shivaay Singh Oberoi is a loser. I kept repeating these words. Sure they were not new but they always freshened up the new scars. I wanted to cry, but I can't because, my mother told, 'You are the Shivaay Singh Oberoi and you should never cry or else the world will consider you week and feeble.' Groaning I let out a frustrated sigh. Its so much to handle, being only 25 and having a hell lot of responsibilities. I am guilty for making badepapa angry. But was it necessary of him to say not so kind words to me ? It pained but he is right. He must be.

I made my way to the washroom and screamed. Ruffling my already dishevelled hair, I splashed water on my face. I sat down on the floor, staring the ceiling. It hadn't looked more interesting to me but now.

A knock approached me a while later. Didn't realising the time, I opened to see my brothers, Om and Rudra. I immediately smiled or faked smiled. "Hey !" I said and hugged them.

"Shivaay, you did not carry your lunch and not even came to the house. Its six in the evening. You didn't had breakfast too. Are you fine ?" Om asked concerned and I nodded shrugging it like a casual matter. I was really very hungry.

"Yes, I kinda had food from the cafeteria. But you know, I will have it." I said and they nodded.

"What happened to your hair bhaiya ?" Rudra said observing me. "Did you not used the gel today ? They are sorta looking messy." He said and I adjusted them.

"Oh, yeah I forgot."

Om looked at me and I knew he caught me. In the morning only, he saw me. Shit. He didn't say anything thou. Glad.

"Let's have it." Rudra said opening the food and I nodded and grabbed a hell lot of those. It was all French, my favourite. "Thank you guys, I don't know what I would have done without you too by my side." I said obliged.

"We'll always be by your side Shivaay. You just need to open up a bit." Om said and I looked everywhere except him. "Will you do something for me ?" He asked and I responded with "anything".

"Today there is a club party and I am invited by my friend. And you are also coming with me." He instructed and I swayed my head. No. I had already prepared up my mind, to not go anywhere other than office and prepare well for the next time.

"I can not Om. There is tons of work." I said.

"You are coming. I am not asking." He spoke strictly.

"But badepapa..." I thought and they looked at me. Had I said that loud.

"You don't need to ask him. He isn't controlling your life." Rudra said offended and now he gave me a puppy eye look. Oh, he is cute. I pinched his nose and nodded.

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Its nine and I think I am late for the party. I finished all my work and went to the location. Oh, so its really happening, all that which happens in a club. Drinking, making out and yuck. I spotted my brothers and they waved at me. I know Om don't go to places like these, but I don't know the reason. I neared them and there I spotted Sharvi and Anika. They both looked pretty. Sharvi was draped in a one piece and Anika was wearing jeans and a top. Sharvi hugged me and Anika smiled, which I could not acknowledge. I do not show myself in front of the world. I am not a open book but with tons of secret and that's all it defines. She frowned and I mentally smirked. Sharvi went to some random boy, I assume her friend. Soon Om and Rudra too were with some girls and dancing to the pop music. I recognised the one with Om, she was the same one who came to our house and helped Om come out of his state when Riddhima ditched him. She also helped dadi, in the work of God and from the first glance itself, I knew she was perfect for him and I am happy they are friends.

I glanced at my side only to meet the eyes of Miss Observant. She was sitting very quietly unlike her as Om told me. She was chirpy and way too chatter box. She loves making friends and like me too she has ego problem, a little less thou. We both find me, staring at her. I felt embarrassed. I composed myself and sat on the adjacent chair.

"Hello." She started the conversation. I wasn't even interested. I came here because of Om. I nodded and averted my gaze. I heard her mutter something.

"What did you say ?" I said too shocked to believe that someone would dare to talk me like that.

"Baggad Billa !" She shouted more enthusiastically and I glared at her.

"Don't." I said and she again shouted the same. I grabbed her wrist and took her to a isolated place in the garden. I made up my mind to thrash some hurtful words at her, but then I stopped. She was looking at me all innocent and I think she was just trying to cheer me up. Maybe I was acting like a jerk. I released her and noticed a faint red colour on her wrist. God, is my grip that tight ?

There was an awkward silence. "I didn't intend to do that." I said eyeing her wrist. She peeked at it and I can see her hurt.

"Umm, it's okay." She said and began to walk ahead of me. I know, I can't say sorry but at least I can cheer her mood. Because of me and my last deal, I took my frustration out on her. She didn't deserve that.

"Wait !" I said and joined her. "Let's talk."

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