Hearts Chained Together

Chapter-1

Parth Agnihotri

People said, to be famous you must be born famous. Money and power lets you have anything you wish for, but without them you don't have a place to put your feet. The world won't even look at you if you don't have a thick sum in your bank account. No one gives a damn about someone who has nothing. No one cares about such people, but only the ones flooded with money.

I learnt the theory about money and power at the age of 7. When mom and dad filed something named divorce, which was too complicated for me to understand. As I grew up, Susan told me how divorce is a legal separation and breakup is a casual one. Both however had the same thing in common. Broken hearts. Oh! Don't assume that both the person have that broken heart thing. Its only with the one who loved the most. I saw dad ruminating my mother's memories now and then, maybe he was the one who loved the most. In the same way, Susan, my girlfriend for a month in London might have loved me more,while I assumed myself incapable of loving someone. On the contrary, I was scared of both. The divorce and the breakup.

I grew up watching hearts fall apart, and get broken each day. Maybe the world around me was incapable of loving someone as well. As a result I held the pen and made those blank papers read my feelings. They did read me without judging them. Perhaps that's the reason why, I became the writer of 'Lost Hearts in Love' apart from being the CEO of Agnihotri industries.

"Sir Mr. Devesh wanted to have an appointment with you. What should I tell him?"

Ria, my personal assistant asked once I was walking through the long corridor of Agnihotri industries.

"Tell him I am not free today"

I said as I walked inside my cabin and locked the door. I heard her sigh. She was used to my blunt nature like everyone else.

I pulled out the curtains and took a notice of the cityscape from the huge glass window. The city was ready for work and so was me. I came back and opened my laptop. A saved document named, 'Cursed Hearts' was waiting for me. It was the new story I was regularly updating in my blog,and as expected broken love tales works the best.

"Came across your story, I must say you have some great writing skills"

Said one comment. I smirked at how my readers were more into things that weren't happy. I wonder if they were the current trend.

"I have read each and every part,the story is beautiful"

Another said. I scrolled down the list of at least 40 comments and rested over one. It was more of some poetic lines, than a simple comment.

"Why do hearts break,when they appear the best when they are attached to love?"

I paused and checked the person behind it. It said, "a_nyctophiles_diary". The name was impressive. I went through both of her works. One was about poetries and the other was a story. A typical love story but voted well in the wattpad community. I followed her and dropped a message in her inbox,

"Hey,saw your comment on my story, its impressive how you are the only one who asked me a question on broken hearts instead of complimenting just like the others"

There was a knock at the door which took away my attention. I closed the site and said,

"Come in"

"Sir, the new interns for the training session are here. Will you come to the interview hall?" Ria asked,

"Sure, lead I will follow"

"Sure sir"

I walked towards the hall to find a bunch of people waiting for the interview session. I took a brief look around and found at least 20 of them each with a file.