Drafts Of Her Heartbeat

Grey And Pink

A grey-scaled room. Only colours in the room were black, grey and white. No extra furniture, just a double-bed, a dressing table, a writing table, two couch with a coffee table in between, a black velvet carpet, and a walk-in closet. Though the room was kept simple, it screamed class and style.
Dhruv was getting ready in the walk-in closet. Wearing a black three-piece suit with white button-up, crisply ironed shirt, and a dark-grey shade tie, he put on his cuffs and was ready for the inauguration ceremony of the international competition hosted by India. Though the motive to go in there was related to better recruitment of the company, Dhruv never failed to show-off his style and class, whether it was in the way he dressed or the way he carried himself. His personality demanded respect, which he received in enormous amount, no matter where ever he went.
Checking himself for the last time in the mirror, and satisfied with his look, he stepped out. Aviral and Yash were waiting for him downstairs.
"Dad why are you so dressed up?" Dhruv questioned, looking at his father who was also dressed in a suit.
"I can't go out there in normal tee and pants right?" Yash joked.
"Go out where? Wait a second, are you accompanying me to ECI?" Dhruv asked.
"Yes. Exactly. Somebody needs to keep an eye on you so that you don't leave the event in between only." Yash joked, laughing a little.
Dhruv rolled his eyes at his father's comment, "isn't it why you are sending this idiot with me?" He said , pointing at Aviral.
"Hey!" Aviral said playfully pretending to be offended, on being called an idiot.
"Yea.... But I know he will start enjoying the programme, leaving you to your own will." Yash said.
"Ok. Okk. Fine. Now come on before we are late." He said. Together they went and sat in the car, waiting for them, driving off to ECI auditorium.
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The auditorium was decorated in classy theme of Indian welcome. A flower rangoli in the entry, bunch of flowers outside auditorium gates, seats arranged properly.
Vidyut welcomed Dhruv, Yash and Aviral inside the auditorium. Normally Vidyut would not have come outside to welcome, if it was only Dhruv, but Yash also accompanying him meant Vidyut needs to respect a man of high dignity. Yash had a name established in the world because of his good nature and high principles.
"Vidyut Chauhan, nice to see you, again." Yash greeted him.
"The pleasure is all mine sir." Vidyut said respectfully.
"You both know each other uncle?" Aviral questioned.
"I was the sponsor of the Indian team when Vidyut had participated. I know hin from his student life days.... A very strong man with courage, intelligence and principles. Alas ! That was the only time India won. Hope this year we are able to create a magic again, right Vidyut?" Yash said.
"That year we won because of the constant guidance and support from you sir. It's a pity that you did not tune-up again for the competition. But what matters is we have your support again, and I am sure that we will win this time. My captain and team will make sure of it?" Vidyut said confidently.
"Don't we have a female as a captain?" Dhruv asked curiously. Vidyut could see the underlying doubt in his words.
"Yes, we have the very first female captain of International Competition, and she is everything what a boy can never be. Don't underestimate the power and capacity of a female Mr. Khaitan. She can surpass your and mine imagination anyday. It is the problem of our country that we ignore the women power we have, but I am not going to make the same mistake. Remember broken pieces are the ones that cuts deepest and are most harmful." Vidyut said proudly.
"Looks like you have a lot of confidence in your captain?" Dhruv asked smugly.
"Faith, Mr. Khaitan. Faith. I don't only have confidence in her but I have my faith in her. And I am sure all your doubts will be off in the air, after you meet her." Vidyut said looking directly in his eyes, daring him to raise another question on his student.
"Dhruv. Just Dhruv sir, not Mr. Khaitan. I am younger to you both in age and knowledge. I have a lot to learn before I deserve your respect." Dhruv said politely.
Vidyut was taken aback by this gesture of modesty from Dhruv, because according to the tabloids Dhruv was the most arrogant man in business world.
"Axel will show you your seats. Axel" He called out to him, "this is Mr. Khaitan, his son Dhruv and his assistant Aviral. Please guide them to their seats."
"Yes sir." Axel said, guiding them to their seats in the front row.
"You are British, right?" Aviral asked.
"Yes sir. I haveshifted to India to learn about its history and rich culture. I am the part of the Indian team, Rebel Angels." Axel replied, "this is you seat sir. Please be comfortable, the evening is about to start. Please excuse me." And with that Axel was gone, leaving the three to themselves.
Soon it was the time for the evening to begin. Vidyut and Kashish sat beside Dhruv, Yash and Aviral. The programme rolled on according to the plan - welcoming speech from the principal, followed by the representatives of International Competition, and now it was time for cultural act to begin.
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"Everything is going well outside. Arohi, you ready?" Asked Abhimanyu entering the green-room.
"Arohi is always ready Abhi...." Riddhi replied.
"But where is she?" Abhimanyu asked.
"Just adjusting her dress. Piya is helping her " she replied.
"Still getting fixed? She had to be on stage in 50 seconds from now." Abhimanyu said checking his watch.
"Why so hyper Vice-Captain? Arohi is never late for any performance." Arohi said coming from behind the curtains.
Clad in a pink and orange ghagra, wearing the traditional Rajasthani Jadau-set, jaadu bangles, a head-jewel, ghungroos in leg, a grudge around her waist, light make-up with just base of foundation, eye-liner, and lipstick, she looked a divine angel from heaven.
"Wow!" Was all Abhimanyu could say.
"No time for wow, time to show the west, the beauty of east. The culture and tradition of India. Let's just get on with the cultural theme of this season, Colours of India." Arohi replied with a confident smile and attitude.
Bowing down and touching the stage, she payed her respect to it. Then she kissed her hand and touched her ghungroos as another sign of respect and she was ready to go on the stage.