PART 1
He was standing in front of the huge bay window in his big lavishly
Cabin with a cigarette in his tanned hands and a glass of Scotch in
other. He always had a slight stubble on his face which make him look
enough older than he was and gave him a look of incongruous with his
sophisticated self, but nevertheless gave him an attractive demeanor. He
had an overall broad and heavy built, His Hair gelled and pushed back
showing off his broad temple. His sleeves were folded back to three or
fourth showing his tanned arms with a Silver Colored Rolex watch
shinning in his wrist. THE Mr. Raman Bhalla, a self-made man, the shrewd
businessman. Infamous for his straight business tactics, but known to
have a heart of gold when it comes to charity. He was immersed in his
thoughts, could see the shores of Arabian Sea through his cabin's
window, thinking about his bitter past that still haunt him to no
extent. How can she do that to him, he admitted that he was not the Guy
she wanted, he was not the perfect match for her, but still he loves her
with his heart and soul. Opening the first three buttons of his crisp
white Ralph shirt, Raman was a quite sort of person in both looks and
nature. He still remember that day when she came first time to college,
wearing a beautiful Royal Blue colored knee-length Dress perfectly
fitted to her body like a second skin. She was the most beautiful girl
of the college, her innocent face, her kohled black eyes, big lashes,
her pink lips, her fair waxed arms,her soft curves and her fair waxed
legs could be seen from her knee-length dress. She was purely a goddess
but the fact was and still she never cared about him, never gave any
heed to his emotions in fact playing cruelly with his feelings. GOD DAMN
IT he still thinks about her after what she did to him. He was busy in
thinking about her when he heard a knock on his Cabin, with his hoarse
voice he gave the reply "Come In"...He swiftly turn around to see his
Best Friend From School and still now, his best friend Mihir Arora
abruptly took a glass of scotch and cigarette from his hand and gave him
a frowning look, Raman smiles at him" sorry yaar...hey don't give me that
look...ok fine I'll not do this again...Mihir sorry yaar, ok listen I
have a plan for tonight, you, Mihika, Kids and me for Dinner, how's it ??
areyy yar Please smile a bit. Mihir Arora who knows everything about
his friend and feel sad on his condition, Mihir knew what he might be
thinking before he strode in. In a commanding voice Mihir asked Raman"
why are you doing this to yourself, why are you making your life HELL.I
Know you're still thinking about her. Raman just could not help but tears
overcome his eyes. He immediately wiped his tears from the corner of his
and come sat on the Royal Couch, looking towards the floor. Mihir could
see his condition and to lighten the mood he cracked a joke "Raman Your
assistant asked me for the Dinner Tonight" Raman looked up at him with a
sober expression,said "Don't go, her boyfriend is murderer and always
carry a sharpening knife to kill the guys who have been around". They
both looked at each other for a second and burst out in laughter. Mihir
came and sat beside Raman "Thank God you told me this or else I have a
full proof plan to make out with her, chal let me order something, I'm
very much hungry and We are supposed to be meeting with Damac Inc in ten
minutes. Mihir ordered the food from Bhalla Industries' canteen.
As they finished their lunch, headed towards the board meeting
discussing about the deal they have to crack. Raman now looked fine and as
a fact he is foodie that's why food make him feel happy. They entered
the board meeting, everyone stood up to greet their bosses. Raman only
gave a curt nod and sat on the head's chair of the big size table. The
flamboyant chandelier, the large mahogany desk that reminded the
cowering employee on the other side just how important his boss was, the
blood-red curtains draped over the windows, the shady brown wooden
floor... all of it, stripped and sent to the local junkyard. In their
place Raman had covered the windows with Venetian blinds, blocking the
glare of the sun, yet allowing him the calming view of the sea from his
desk. The desk itself was new as well - just as large - but much less
imposing. He preferred the freshness of a teak effect rather than the
pomposity of mahogany... the whole room was lighter, not so
claustrophobic... the intimidating portrait of his mother hung on the
wall behind him.He looked attracted with his one hand resting on his
chin. As he was engrossed in meeting when he felt a pair of hands on his
thigh he looked beside him, saw a lady in her late twenties, beautiful
face.it looked like she was interested in him, Raman gave her a lop sided
smile, making her squealed with pleasure. Raman whispered something in her
ear as she nodded in acknowledgement. The meeting got over with over
powering the Deal, he stood up passed a glance on that lady and walked
out with pride.
Hows it ?
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