Match Made in Hell

Chapter-4

''How are you bhai?'' Rudra huffed at the sugar coated voice of his first cousin Jhanvi. He was aware she was here because she needed a favour .

''What do you want?''

''Some cash''

''How  much is some?''

''about 20k.'' Jhanvi  demanded without caring that she sounded selfish. But more than her, it was Rudra to be blamed. He had secluded himself all around him, other than Vishal he had no one to call his own.  This is how he had been bought up, his parents left him in the care of governess , not being able to solve their own issues. When they separated, they again fought over money and not him. Young Rudra understood that money held the power, he dedicated his life to be financially strong, to grow bigger than his dad. Now, when he finally achieved it, he enjoyed the power money gave him over others but it also left him alone among his own

Rudra pulled open his drawer , he picked up a bundle and handed it to Jhanvi, ''You didn't come here to ask about my well being. It was all about this right?'' he taunted pointing towards the currency notes

Jhanvi locked her eyes with his, ''yes, and why are you blaming me. You pushed all away substituting emotions with money. I wasn't like this, you wanted this so stop blaming others.'' Jhanvi picked up the bundle walking out of his room. Rudra pushed back his chair , walking to his balcony he leaned across the railing, his eyes searching for something which could give him some comfort.

he heard the giggling of kids and his eyes moved in the direction of sound. In the adjoining bungalow, 2 kids ran after each other giggling. He watched them as if it was the most soothing thing to watch, the younger one slipped and the mother was quick to reach out to him. Rudra took a deep breath, he never had that experience. If he ever fell, he got up on his own. If he got hurt, his caretaker was given the money to see the doctor. He didn't know how it felt to be cared for. 

His father Raghav Shekhawat moved back into his ancestral house which he shared with his brother and his family after his divorce, lost in his own issues he forgot that he had a son who needed his attention and love. By the time Raghav realised, Rudra had gone too far to return. The young boy made excellence a habit. Whenever someone tried getting close to him, Rudra took it to be their need for money. His coldness started pushing everyone away, one of them was Jhanvi. She tried being a sister but he kept her at arm length. She didn't push taking the clue but he suddenly turned her life upside down when he learned of her affair. She was suddenly being grounded, the guy she loved disappeared from her life as if he never existed and she blamed Rudra for that. She changed, he had a habit of throwing money and she decided to take as much as she could. 

Rudra never wanted Jhanvi hurt , he did care for her even when he refused to accept that. He reasoned that it was just for his own honour. His family was now known by his name and he wasn't ready to let anyone harm that name, the name he build with lot of hard work.

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I got bored over that emotional thinking of our hero. Frankly, emotions are not my thing. Specifically, the ones with lot of thinking. I deal with emotions of fire, the ones with burn in the heart and flow through eyes. 

Rudra needs to build that emotion for Shreya, and  am exactly going to do the same thing now.  From my lens, I could the the file of Star Medicals and here is the devil smile stretched on my lips. All I need a little wind to flutter those pages. I suddenly feel like blowing the candles over my cake, but since no one would make me one, I am going to blow the imaginary ones and it would result in little storm in Rudra's lavish room. Precisely, that one  folder is going to fly and plant itself right on his face. Finally all those lame movies are making some sense.