The humans are mortal. A life once born must have to end, as death is an unavoidable event that cannot be escaped by anyone.
Birth—the starting of life is just like the season of spring—blooming flowers, joyous air, and birds chirping all over the environment.
The freshness in the wind with hues of different colours, along with a mild hint of the upcoming summer.
It's indeed the most lovable and cherished, unlike the rest.
Three months have passed since the banquet happened, and my desire for him has just increased over time. I wasn't able to attend the party which was organised by the group on Christmas and New Year's Eve, as I was too much emerged in my training.
I landed in Mumbai from Russia yesterday, even though my direct plan was to return to Berlin, but that sudden call from my uncle to visit our company's Mumbai branch, which is located in Mumbai and handled by my uncle Dhiraj Rudravanshi, ended up drawing me here.
I'm staying at "Hotel Aythijhya," which has emerged as one of the top-tier hotels in India as well as internationally with several branches in Mumbai, Delhi, Goa, and Kolkata, owned by my father. Kavyansh Rudravanshi my brother started working few years ago helping my father to manage both worlds businesses.
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"Dada" five-year-old Aythijhya asked with sparkling eyes full of curiosity, nudging her father's shirt.
"Yes, my princess," scooping her in his arms with care, Vidyut replied.
"Dada, why did you name me after your hotel?" she asked innocently.
Vidyut smiled at her, "Princess, the hotel was named after you, not you."
Blinking at her father in confusion, "Why would you do that?"
"Because my princess helped me build that hotel," he said, rubbing his nose against her cheeks.
"Dada! Your beard, it's rough," she muttered in annoyance.
"Is that so?" he asked.
She nodded in response.
"How did I help you build that?"
"Offo, my little question bank, have some patience. You'll understand once you get older," he said, placing her on the couch beside him.
"When will I get older?" she questioned again.
"Soon, my little princess," he kissed her forehead. "Dada has an urgent meeting to attend. Don't trouble Mama a lot, okay?"
"Okiihhh, but promise me you'll take me to the art gallery," she chirped, hugging Vidyut.
"Alright, alright, sweety."
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My phone rang, dragging me out of my reverie. Placing the call on speaker, I started combing my hair. I had planned to visit Chote Pa in the office tomorrow, and in the meantime, Inaya and I made a plan to spend some time together before heading to the office because I literally need a moment to breathe, as I've just finished the last part of my training in Russia.
"Speak."
"Uh... Jiya, what's up!" she tried to sound cheerful, but her voice still gave a hint of tension.
"Come straight to the topic," I replied.
"What topic a-are you talking about? Hehe," she muttered, acting nonchalant.
"What trouble have you done, Sera?" Well, hearing the tone of her voice, I bet she'd done something.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"It isn't a surprise. Now tell me—again with Zen?"
These two are a headache of mine, which I don't think can be cured in this life.
"It wasn't my fault!" she exclaimed, now with frustration.
"You always say that, but aren't we familiar with the conclusion?" I asked, tying my hair in a braid.
"He intimidated me... and we argued there at the training center, so Mr. Croix punished us."
She said crankily.
"Hm, did he? And what type of punishment did you both get this time?" These two crankheads even beat stray dogs in fighting.
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The huge field of the Standalone training center is filled with students gathering on one side of the field, witnessing a heated fight between two fellows fighting over an unnecessary topic.
"You bastard, how dare you compare me to that chickpea!" pulling Zen's hair, drawing a sharp yelp from his mouth.
"Leave me, you chickpea! You first started it by throwing your bitch of a cat on me!"
He exclaimed in frustration, trying to get out of her grip.
"HIS NAME IS ZORO! DID YOU HEAR THAT, JINKY SHIT!!!" she screamed in anger.
"Stop calling me by that name. It was your fault, and instead of accepting it, you're arguing with me? How nonsensical of you," he gripped her wrist, yanking her hand out of his hair.
The fight now turned into a battlefield of screams and curses, like two cats scratching and throwing meows at each other.
"STOP IT!" a loud voice came as a figure appeared from the crowd. The students rushed towards the building, seeing the person approaching.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BOTH DOING HERE!" his voice was deep, full of annoyance, as if he's done with these two little cats.
"Mr. Croix," they both said in unison.
"I've already seen and heard your tantrums. Don't bother with your explanations, and first and foremost, you're not in Berlin to chill out. You're in Russia to learn, to develop, to gain, and to discover mentally and physically for the various purposes you both are bound to," he said, his thick and deep voice carrying authority.
"W-we a-apologize, Mr.—" their heads lowered with guilt.
"Apologies declined. You're staying here for another month," he declared with finality.
"WAIT, WHAT! Mr. Croix, please don't do this!"
Their faces drained of colour.
"It's final. Now ten rounds of the entire field, both of you. If you stop, an extra round will be added," he walked towards his cabin, dropping the bomb.
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Seraphine narrated the whole story in short, and even hearing this, I'm getting annoyed by these two. I can imagine Vincent's situation while handling them—poor man got a lot in his plate.
Seraphine and Zenith are the only two people I've been with since childhood. My father—Vidyut Rudravanshi brought Zenith, when he was nearly 10 years old and Seraphine's father is my father's Best friend and works in our Russian branch, handling deals and production there.
They both are trained with me not because of the relations our parents have, but rather to handle the underworld association and business in the future beside Kavyansh. We all have been born for a purpose which is already written by our ancestors.
"Good luck with this bonus," I said with a smirk.
"Hahh, talk to Mr. Croix, Jiya, please," she begged.
"No, I'm not considering your act again," I said because I'm also done with them and their kitty fights—they need a lesson.
"JIYAAA!" she screamed in frustration.
"Have a good day, Sera. I've some work," hanging up the phone, splashing some perfume, checking my drip in the mirror before heading out to the café Inaya and I had planned to visit.
At The Cafe
Inaya was already there, sitting at our reserved seat near the window in a quiet corner of the cafe. Hopefully, the cafe wasn't filled with crowd and noise today. I reached the table, waving at her.
"Good evening, Jiya," she smiled at me as I took a seat across from her.
"Good evening. Am I late?" I asked, as I thought I had made her wait for too long.
"Yes, you are five minutes late," she exclaimed.
"Apologies, ma’am," I said, chuckling.
"You're well aware of how much I hate waiting," she said.
"Yes, yes, but I didn't intended to," I tried to justify, for which she just stared blankly at me.
After ordering two cups of espresso, along with my all time favorite brownie and tiramisu for Inaya, we talked about random things like her work in her father's firm and some information I asked her to gather.
She had also suggested me to shift here—wish I could.
"Did you get to know?" I asked curiously.
"Well, at the New Year's party, I asked him many things, and flow flow me puch hi liya tha," she replied like a proud little girl who had won a game.
"Spill the tea, I can't wait," I muttered impatiently.
"Hmm hmm, eager too much... I see," she teased.
"Inny, I don't have much time, so spill the beans," I uttered in annoyance.
"Yeah, so he's not dating right now and is also helping his father with their family business, along with pursuing an Executive Leadership program from Stanford University,He's in the last year I guess " she explained with a smirk.
"That's all you got?" I asked in disbelief.
"There's more," she said.
"Then say na."
"He belongs to a Rajasthani family, and he told me that he has a crush on someone."
No words left my mouth as I noted all the details in my head she had just spoken—I've to stalk more.
"Already dreaming about your ghano?" Oh God, this girl never misses a chance to pull my leg.
"Shut up! It's just that I didn't know he is Rajasthani and has a crush," I tried to justify my reaction.
Though I'm excited to know more about him but my face fell hearing about his crush.
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