The power of discipline is strong. The strength of line and discipline is difficult to beat, the quality to stay uptight and closed helps you save your inner strength. But the power of chaos is unbeatable. The way the power spreads all around during a chaos is enough to corner and beat someone. You always know how to curb discipline and rules but you don't know the right way to mould a chaos, unless you are the part of one.
The man of discipline and punctuality, Vidyut Chauhan, realised the strength of both the powers. He knew well enough how to control a chaos well because he was a storm himself. Training his team for discipline he knew he was suppressing their inner storm inside their mind and body. He also knew when the time comes, he will let them free, let their suppressed strength free, thus creating a chaos, chaos which will be difficult to curb for anyone then, anyone but him. He was building a lava of energy inside his students, forcing them to keep it bottled down, he knew his students are like bottle of soda, the more you suppress, the more power it will gain to throw away the cap.
Being said that Vidyut also had taken them under his wing not only as students but as a family. A family formed with strictness of Vidyut and care of his wife Kashish. Kashish Chauhan, wife of Vidyut Chauhan, a doctor by profession. Kashish was the mother figure of the group. Taking care of them and making sure that Vidyut does not overstress them, she was their saviour. Every time anyone looked our for a break, Kashish was their lawyer to go to. This combination of rod and silk was proving to be a boon for the progress of the team.
Everyday they used to get an equal share of love and scoldings from both Vidyut and Kashish. This making the flowers bask I both sun and care of gardener. Is been three months of tough training and now there team was ready enough to stand and face the international competitors.
While Axel was made to hold speciality for cracking codes, Arjun was made to brush up his coding and decoding skills, Piya now held specialization in programming of softwares, Abhimanyu, Riddhi, Siddhant and Rahul were made to brush up there engineering skills, where as Arohi was now holding a degree in major loops and corners of both Hindi and English literature, mythologies and historical events. All in all the team of Rebel Angels were made to brain storm any situation. Apart from mental ability their physical agility was also developed. Vidyut enSured to make them run around the ground, on trade mill, yoga, and also games. He never believed in the strength of fuming and developed their bodies by making them play games and go for swimming and all other outdoor activities.
"The whole grocery is here finally!" Said Siddhant wiping the drops of sweat from his forehead.
"But I still don't understand why were we not allowed to take car, especially when we had to buy so much!" Exclaimed Axel out of curiosity.
"Ouch!" Axel squeaked, yes he squeaked, when Piya hit him on his head from behind, "that is because Vidyut sir wants to develop your stamina and weight-lifting skills, you idiots. You must be thankful that he made you guys go for shopping instead of making you go and work in a garage for a week like Rahul and Riddhi." Piya stated in a matter of fact way.
"Vidyut sir and his ways to train" Siddhant said rolling his eyes.
"Do you see a problem in it Sid?" Vidyut's voice startled him.
"No. Nope sir. Nothing." He said stammering and trying to act cool.
"Did not seemed like it minutes before" Vidyut said taking a step towards them and keeping his hands on Sid's shoulder, "let me help you. You don't like this, right? So I am not going to force you to do something you don't like to do. But I can also not leave you idle and doing nothing, right?"
Siddhant's shoulders were tense trying to figure out what Vidyut had in store for him.
"So let's settle on something which you boys like to do. 20 no 50push-ups in the open ground and then 20 laps. Perfect, right?" Vidyut smirked while Siddhant's shoulder slumped on hearing his punishment.
"But sir I have already done the shopping, just like you said" he tried to get a way out.
"Yes you did what I said and now you will do what I will say." Vidyut said with a sense of finality in his voice. "And you should start now." He ordered.
"Me and my big mouth" Siddhant cursed while making his way out.
Axel and Piya just smiled at the foolishness of their friend and felt bad for him too. This was a regular occurrence in the Chauhan household.
While Siddhant was busy finishing his task the others started making lunch. Kashish was out on an emergency, and hence Vidyut and his students cooked for everyone.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Meanwhile on the other side of the world, Dhruv was on his way back to India. His business being spread out all-over the world, Dhruv used to spend most of his time travelling and signing deals. It was not that he could not assign anyone else to do some of his task, but it was as if he used to find ways to keep himself occupied. Occupied, yes that was what Dhruv wanted, to always stay occupied, so that his mind could not travel back to the days of his life which he regretted most.
Even though he was busiest man in the world, still it was at times like this when he was on a flight or on way to somewhere, when he couldn't stop his mind from fleeing away in past. A past where he had done some of his shameful acts, a past that gave him the biggest lesson of his life, a past that changed his present and brightened his future. He had fixed and rectified almost everything after that past, almost everything but that one regret. A regret that will not allow him to sleep for rest of his life.
He had lost his mother at a very young age. Being the only child, his father Yash Khaitan, had sent him to US at the mere age of twelve. A period when he required his father's support the most, was the same time when his father left him to learn to walk on himself. This he lost both of his parents at the same time, one to death and another to grief. Having lost his mother and father he was left on his own and thus he adopted to a lifestyle where he only knew that money can buy the world.
He had lost his home quiet a long ago, now he was living in a single life in a house, and then he got another opportunity, a chance to make his house an home again. He messed it up and took everything for granted and ended up destroying everything for him with his own hands.
He had heard how man would stab himself with an axe, but the moment when he felt the pain when you hurt yourself he realised that sometimes stories are pre-cautious warnings and not merely some fairy tales. Now no matter how much he wanted to go back in time, time would not allow him.
Once he took everything, even destiny for granted and now destiny was taking him for granted. Making him climb the ladder of success, leaving an emptiness within him, he felt as if fate was toying with him, playing according to its rules and mocking the man who thought that he could play on his own rules.
Rubbing two fingers on his forehead, he tried to ease himself of the pain he was feeling at the moment. But no massage, no therapy could have freed him from the clutches of pain, endless regret and pain. It was now his life, a life he had choose and now he need to stick up to his choice.
Drinking a glass of wine, he tried to forget everything and drink his misery. Waiting for the flight to land and get an excuse to become busy again. He looked for the easiest escape route -- Occupying himself with something else and distracting his mind from thoughts full of regrets.
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