OS - I found My Hero - II

OS - I found My Hero - II

Both the son and father walked towards the entrance, holding each others hand tightly. Anyone could say they are the perfect father and son.

Arnav looked at his son feeling content. He don’t know what had transpired to him, what made to change his decision, but whatever be the reason he is happy to get his son back in his life.

Both retired to their room after bidding good night.

After an hour, Arnav was sitting on his bed looking at the frame with small smile playing on his lips.  

“Khushi… I  missed you… Life without you is horrible” Arnav breathed out looking at the smiling face of his wife and his son. He was slowly closing his eyes, when he felt someone hugging his frame and placing their head on his arm. When he opened his eyes, he saw his son with closed eyes cuddling to him.

“Atharv?”

“Dad Please… Shall I sleep with you?” Atharv asked with closed eyes.

“Sleep Atharv. It’s very late” saying Arnav patted his back.

Both don’t know when the sleep took over them.

Early Morning,

Atharv woke up with sound of someone putting something on the table. He opened his eyes to see the steaming coffee places on the coffee table. He looked up to see Hariprakash leaving the room without disturbing his sleep. He went to bathroom to freshen up and came after few minutes. He looked around to find the traces of his father. But he found none. He took his coffee and moved towards the poolside to see his father tending his plants.

“Dad?”

Arnav turned back hearing his son calling him.

“Chotte?”

Atharv frowned hearing this name

“Dad, Please Im not chotte. Im big man now”

Arnav chuckled at his son’s annoyed face.

“Good morning Chotte”

“Good morning Dad” Atharv went to him and gave a hug still with the frown in his face.

“BTW What got you here young man” asked Arnav seeing his son having early morning talk with him.

“Simply dad… Coffee?” Atharv asked offering his mug..

“No Son… I will have my coffee in sometime”

“It’s okay dad.. You can share my cup”

Saying Atharv offered his mug…

Arnav took a sip from the mug smiling at his son. How much he had missed this.

In Breakfast table,

Both the man was sitting on the table and Hariprakash was serving them, when again Atharv frowned seeing the food..

“What happened son?”

“Dad I don’t want this toast… I want some omelette, can you make it for me?” Atharv asked pouting his lips, which Arnav felt cute.

He remembered a very familiar expression of his wife. He missed his wife. Even Though he didn’t say it aloud, it still pains him living without his wife.

He got back to reality when his son shook him.

“Dad please?”

Arnav jumped up from his seat in excitement of making something for his son. He ran towards kitchen shouting out “2 mins”.

In Living Room,

Atharv was sitting on the couch with some random files spread across him with one in his head. He looked at his dad who is watching some basketball match on TV.

“Dad, can we have match?”

Arnav turned his attention to his son…

“Match?”

“Yes Match, To be precise Basketball match”

“Son, You don't have to do something which you don't want to, just to please me”

“No Dad, Im not doing it to please you. I want to spend time with you. I want to feel the love you have for me. I want to feel my mom with you. Please?”

Arnav nodded getting up from his seat.

Evening,

Both son and father came back home after the match.

Atharv smiled remembering his dad being lenient towards him, making him score more. He felt his dad losing wantedly for him. He understood one things, only a dad can make him win losing himself in it.

He saw his dad stopping for moment. He took a deep breath and whispered something which heard of his mom’s name.

He saw a very petite figure running towards his dad engulfing him in a bear hug.

“Dadddddd”

He heard the girl calling his dad as dad. Calling? No literally shouting at his ears…

“Archana?”

He snapped opened his eyes at the name. He realised she is the girl whom his dad had chosen for him.

He saw the girl back facing him and heard her speaking something animatedly to his dad which he doesn’t understand.

“Dad I made jalebis for you just like Khushi ma would prepare. Will you taste it?” asked the girl excitedly.

“But beta, I can’t have sweets”

“I know, that's why I prepared Sugar free one. Come I will serve” saying she literally dragged him to the kitchen.

Atharv stood watching the scene. He felt himself standing alone. He felt he was nowhere in the scene. He was about to move towards his home, when he heard her sweet voice calling him,

“Will you also have some?”

He turned back to see the very expectant eyes of his soon to be wife. He don’t have the heart to deny, so he nodded.

In Atharv’s bedroom(Night)

“Mom I made a big mistake. I failed to understand dad’s love. One should feel proud to have Arnav Singh Raizada as a dad, but what I did. I ignored his love, I took him for granted, I hurt him mom. I'm not good son. Now I want things to be back. When Archana was talking freely with him then why can’t I. Even I want to be like that with my papa. Will dad accept me? I'm afraid ma. Today I understood how much I missed in my life. I want to be part of dad’s life, I want to be part of Archana’s life. Mom, She resembles you, Her eyes, her smile, her behavior everything resembles you. May be that’s why dad chose her for me. Mom I want to fall in love with her, I want to have a happily married life just like you and dad. Will she agree?”

“She will chotte”

Atharv turned to his dad who is standing at his room’s door…

“Dad, Im sor.”

“Don’t”

He opened his arms wide for his son. Soon he found himself in a tight hug.

“I missed you dad”

“I know son”

THE END

OS-Complcated Love

OS – Complicated Love

“Where do I stand in his Life?”

“Where do I stand in her Life?”

This was the one question that was ringing on both their heads. They got married with all the rituals, with their consent of liking each other, will all the blessings. But still why can’t they live happily? Why their life has become so complicated? Did they lose interest in their so called marriage life? Did they fed up of each other? Did they fall out of their liking? Let’s see how their complicated life bringing out their love for each other.

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“I love him Payal. Our marriage is not a complicated one. It’s just weak. But I hope one day it strengthen” Khushi whispered to her friend on the phone.

“Khushi why can’t you confess your love” Her friend Payal asked her.

“I can’t Payal. He doesn’t even spend his time with me, then how can I talk with him. He doesn’t care about my existence”

“You are making something out of nothing Khushi. All you have to do is speak with him. Let your heart out to him. Let him understand you”

“No Payal. Enough is enough. I can’t continue with this loveless marriage. It’s been ages since we talked, since we had dine together”

“Khushi please understand, marriage is not a game that you both can play”

“Please Payal, please” Khushi whispered as if she had lost all the energy to fight back, as if she was fighting for the lost battle.

Payal cut down her talk understanding her friend needed some time. She put down her phone, silently praying for the best.

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“Arnav what are you doing in office at this hour. Man, it’s almost mid-night. Don’t you think you have a wife at home, waiting for your return?” Aman asked his friend come boss with annoyed voice.

“NO Aman. She won’t be waiting for me. I have some unfinished task to complete” saying Arnav immersed his head into his laptop.

“WHAT? What unfinished task you have that can’t be postponed. After all I’m your manager, and it’s my duty to know what’s going in this office” Questioned Aman.

“Aman Please”

“What please Arnav? What is your problem? You care coming early to office, moving out lately. There is something which you are hiding. What is it? Is it about Khushi?”

Arnav snapped opened his eyes at his wife’s name being taken from his friend’s mouth. Aman understood that it got something to do with his wife, with his marriage life.

“What is it Arnav? Spit it out.”

“Aman I feel as if Khushi had lost her interest in our marriage life” Arnav said dropping a bomb at his head.

“WHAT?”

“Yes Aman, I thought she liked me, no I felt she loved me, but nothing seems like our earlier days of marriage.”

“What do you mean Arnav?”

“She is not spending her time with me Aman. She was always free for everyone, but for me. I tried. I tried as much as I can to work out this marriage. But it is slipping out of my hands. I feel as if she is trying to ignore me. Earlier, she always waited for me to have her meal; she always brings meal for me to office, to share with me. But that is not the case now. She was fast asleep before I reach home. She was not sharing her life with me. She was staying aloof. She was being busy lately for me. I don’t know Aman. I really don’t know what went wrong.”

Aman was literally laughing at his friend’s state.

“So My friend wants his wife’s attention”

“Aman please this is not the time for joke”

“I’m not joking. Be practical man.”

“What Aman?”

“If you spend all your time with your laptop and Bluetooth then how do you expect her to spend her time with you? If you stay at your office till late, how do you expect your wife to stay awake? If you intend to not to share your feelings with her, then how can you expect her to be? Unless and until you” Aman was about to continue his talk, when he felt someone pushing him and dashing towards his friend.

He steadied himself and looked up to see his friend and his wife looking at each other, one with confused and other with furious.

He was about to interrupt them, but thinking the other way he left them alone.

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Both of them staring at each other, their lips were trembling.

“Arnav Are you busy?”

“I was never busy for you Khushi”

“Liar”

“I never Lie Khushi. You know that”

“You were busy Arnav. For past few weeks you were busy for me”

“Khushi what are you saying?”

“No Arnav… Let me speak first. I feel sick of this. You and Me..” she paused for a moment.

Arnav felt his world is spinning around and he might fall at any second.

“Why? What went wrong between us? Why are you avoiding me? Whenever I came to meet you in your office, I was informed by your PA that you were buys. You always came late to home. I waited; I waited to have you beside me, to spend some time with you.

Arnav was shocked with this piece of information from his wife. His PA? His mind wandered back to the time that his so called PA Flirted with him, trying to seduce him at given chance. He closed his eyes understanding where this mishap started. His Ignorance. His work. He looked at his wife who is shedding her tears silently.

He saw his wife opening her lips to speak something. But he didn’t want to hear anything. At least not now. He wants to clear his side of misunderstanding. He wants to make his wife understand that she is his life and he loves her dearly.

He stepped towards her and cupped her cheeks hushing her at once. He silently wiped her tears nodding no to her.

Khushi looked at him with her hazel eyes shining in her teas and her lips quivering with all the crying she had.

He took her to the nearby couch, sat himself and pulled his wife on his lap, placing her head on his chest where she belongs to, cradling her like a kid.

He let her calm rubbing her back, peppering her hair and face with kisses time to time.

After what felt like a year, he lifted her face from his crook and saw he looking at his face with full of questions.

“Khushi, I was never busy for you, Promise. I don’t know what that stupid PA of mine said you, but I always missed our meal together. I know I was being home really late, but ignoring you was not my intention. Khushi I really carve for your presence. Being in your arm I feel home, belonged, loved and what not. But Now I promise that nothing, nothing will ever come between us not even our work.”

“Arnav?”

“Shhhhhh. Don’t speak. Let me please. I Love you Jann. You are my only love. I can’t think of a life without you. Let us give some time to each other. Let us understand each other. Let us leave all the pressure out and enjoy our life. Let us love each other. Please Love?”

Khushi nodded smiling at him, silently agreeing his request.

Their life was complicated one. Where they stand, what they do, nothing is unsure. But one this sure is that, they love each other immensely.

Author’s note:

I don’t know what I wrote. I feel this is one of the worst story I have ever wrote. I started of something ended with something. I’m extremely sorry. L

OS - I found my HERO

OS - I found my Hero

The man in early twenties sitting in his cabin watching the news flashing on all the channels. Everyone’s attention was on only thing, THE BIGGEST TYCOON, KING OF FASHION WORLD, THE GREAT ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA COMING TO DELHI.

Even after all the years, this person had caught everyone’s breathe, this person had his unique aura around him that screams of his personality. It’s been a week since the reporters got the new of his arrival. This is the only news that are running all over the world, including his office, AR Empire. He looked at his reflection on the glass door. His face looks very similar to that of his dad, yes his dad THE GREAT ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA and the person who is sitting in the very much familiar cabin of THE ASR is none other that his son ATHARV SINGH RAIZADA.

He was engrossed deeply in his thoughts that he failed to realize he has the audience inside the cabin.

“Mr.Raizada?”

Atharv Snapped his eyes at the figure who is looking at him curiously…

“Yes Mr.Mathur”

“Every had left the office few minutes back as the office timing got overed. Im also thinking of leaving back home soon” Aman’s voice trailed off…

“You can leave Mr.Mathur”

“Thank you” saying he was about to turn back when he heard his boss calling him.

“Aman Uncle”

“Yes Mr.Raizada”

“Uncle you can call me ASR or Atharv as office timing got overed. No need to call me all professional”

“But sorry Mr.Raizada, I can never address anyone as ASR except that one person who owns the name fullest and about your first name, when you are not ready to share your first name with your own father, then how can I?”

“Uncle, why is that everyone thinks of me like this” asked Atharv seeing the indifference showing on him by his family and him.

“Its not like that Mr.Raizada, seeing my best friend, my mentor suffering after deprived of his son’s love, then how can I” he left his sentence mid way hoping not to break away the promise that he made to his friend a year before.

“I never denied of showing my love to him uncle, but it was he who tried to impose his rules on me”said Atharv little more harshly.

“Imposed his rules on you?” questioned Aman.

“Yes, It was he who always decided for me…

It was he who decided which school i had to study..

It was he who decided which games I had to play…

It was he who decided which place I had to go for vacation…

It was he who decided which course I had to take in my higher seconday…

My bike..

My Degree…

My girlfriend…

My car…

My dress..

My food…

…. Including my wife, it was he who decided uncle… I agreed to his every other decision, but when I wanted to start my own business he disagreed my only wish that I had posed before him. He wanted to work under some ordinary employee as his assistance instead of taking the CEO position. Am I not that much perfect for that post… Why I asked for my rights, he left and disappeared like anything. Wish my mom was there with me, because if she was this wouldn’t have had happened” Atharv finished saying everything he had in his heart making Aman stood astonished…

“You did Wrong Atharv” Aman said composing himself..

“Uncle you are still supporting him. Dont say you didnt suffer because of his anger”asked Atharv shocked at the accusation. No one had said he was wrong, not even his dad. His dad?...

“All I would say is even after 22 years of living with him, you didnt understand him enough” Aman said in disbelief.

“What do you mean uncle?”

“You want to know what I mean, Right?. Then come” saying he started dragged Atharv inside the lift and punched the button of the last floor.

After reaching the last floor, he took him to the only door that made the entrance of the premise which almost looked like a small flat. He saw Aman pressing some keys which unlocked the door. What he saw after entering made him to shiver.

It is small one bedroom flat with one living room, kitchen and attached bathroom. It is not what shocked him the most, it is of the pictures that has adored every corner of the room.

His Dad and Mom, Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada and Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada...

His dad and mom in hospital holding a little bundle which he recognized of himself…

His dad and mom entering the RM with him wrapped in his dad’s arm more securely...

His dad holding 1 year old in his arm tightly as if preventing from everyone…

Hi dad feeding him small piece of cake with his mom smiling at them…

His dad and mom kissing his both the cheeks fondly…

His dad sleeping holding him in his arms…

His first step where his dad watching frightful with his mom assuring that he is fine...

His dad watching him playing with his mom…

He on his dad’s sleep sleeping peacefully working while his dad working on his laptop…

His dad teaching him to say Maa and Paa…

Hi dad’s worried face when he started schooling…

From then, it was he with his dad in every other photos, his mom disappearing from the picture perfect family, his dad taking the role of his mom as well.

He never knew his dad had kept every small, small incidents as his treasure. He was admiring all the thousand other pictures when he heard Aman uncle speaking…

“What did you said If you mom was there. I too wish your mom was there, if at all, Khushiji would never let her son speak about his father, her love like this.  If at all she was there, you would have understood the struggle your father faced growing you up.

You never felt the need to have a  mother, because you had you father at your services..

It was your father who prepared you breakfast and lunch boxes.. THE ASR who never knew cooking started making lunch for you because he felt, if your mother was there she would make the same.

It was your father who made your wardrobe, because it was he who designed entire wardrobe including the one which you are wearing now. He made sure his son get everything the best.

What did you said, you father imposed everthing on you…

He never decided anything Atharv without keeping you in mind..

He never decided the school which you wanted to study..

It was your mother who wish you learn your education in school which you think has no standards…

He just fulfilled your mother’s wish.

He never decided the game which you wanted to play. He was always interested in playing games, but all his life had spent on making his business. He never got the chance of playing when he was young. He never got the chance of enjoying his life when he was shouldered with full of responsibility. But he saw you as his friend. If you said one word, that you don't want to play basketball, he would have happily agreed playing other games with you. The places which you had gone for vacation is the place he had spent his life with his wife Khushiji, he wanted you to feel her, thats why he took you there. Your mother is one simple one who never wished for the world under her feet. Even if she or you had asked for that, he would lay the same before your feet including his life.

Do know one thing the bike and the car which you had can never be made again [Atharv’s eyes widened]

Your father made sure his son should have the one which is best for him.

He had lost million dollar deals just to spend his time with you.

Your so called girlfriend, she is such an cheap slut that she decided to seduce your own father for her benefits, so he disagreed and about your fiance or soon to be your wife, YOu know what made him to chose her for you, because she resembles your mother, he saw your mother in her. He thought you will get the mother’s love from her. If you dont wanted to marry her you could have said him, he would have agreed. About you being the CEO of AR, this entire empire is made by him only for you. He dont want you to be shouldered with the responsibility soon. He wanted to enjoy your teenage, he wanted to live your life, that's why even after you took up the responsibility he is working behind everything. It was he who was always behind you, It was he who will always be there as your mother, father, and friend. No one can replace him.

What did you asked?.. He always shouts at me, becuase he has the right on me… He has the right on us to correct our mistakes, he always overlooked his wishes for his family, for his employee, for you, for everyone.

Wish Khushiji was there, so that there would be one soul who can see for his wishes.

You lost your father Atharv even he is at few feet's distance. You would never understand him” saying Aman went out not wanting to cry before him.

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Arnav Singh Raizada got down from his chopper wearing his shades walking towards his Manager who is waiting for him. After greeting him formally, he entered the lift and punched the buttons, after reaching the 7th floor of the building, he entered only to be greeted by his Ex - Manager and his son’s current manager, Aman Mathur. He paused a look at him. He seems to be off the mood. Dismissing the thought, he proceed to his new cabin, as he had given his old cabin to his son… His son.. Thinking him a smile formed on his lips. HIS SON.. WISH HE CAN RETURN BACK TO HIS HOME AND HUG HIS SON…

But he has some unfinished work here. He has deal with Mr.Sharma here who is giving tough time to his son, who dared to refuse the deal if he did marry his daughter.

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After giving his peace of mind, shaking Mr.Sharma’s entire brain, he marched towards his heaven. He entered the lift and punched the last floor. He was surprised find the door unlocked. He, His wife and Aman only knows the password.

He entered his flat only to find his son sprawled on the sofa with a frame in his hand. He moved towards him only to find his son’s tear strained face. His body shook with rage, wanting to strangle the person who pushed his son to this state. But controlling his anger, he went near him and patted his cheek.

Atharv opened his eyes to see his dad staring at him…

“Dad?” He whispered…

“Chotte.. What happened?” asked Arnav, his voice full of pain seeing his son in this state.

Not able to bear himself, Atharv threw himself to his dad hugged him tightly as if his life depends on that hug. Arnav stiffened, after 10 long years, his son hugging him. Without missing the opportunity he engulfed him in his arms....

Atharv kept savouring the feel of his dad, his warmth to his heart’s content.

“What happened Atharv?” Arnav asked him again…

Atharv shook his head as no still keeping his head at the crook of his father neck…

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After an hour, his son had convinced himself that he is okay and shall get back to home, but still he couldnt forget the sight which he witnessed. He wanted to know the reason for his pain, but he dont want to ask him now. Things can wait.. Thinking he took the driver seat, and without arguing his son took the passenger seat beside him. Seeing the change Arnav was surprise not that he dont want to. Smiling within himself he started the car, changing the gear, raced out of the AR corp.

All the while Atharv admired his dad, the way he walked, the way he hugged, the way he patted his back, the way he silently lend his  shoulder to cry, the way he smiled assuring him, the way he took the driver seat, the way he smiled at him, everything…

THE MAN WHO IS SITTING BESIDE HIM IS HIS DAD…

HIS MENTOR whom he forgot as the time passed…

HIS FRIEND whom he ignored of one having…

HIS MOTHER who always kept his wishes at the top of his priority list…

HIS FATHER who believed in him…

HI GUIDE who kept his hand on my shoulder to encourage me even after shrugging it numerous times…

HIS ANGEL who watched him behind his back not letting him fall back…

HIS TEACHER who taught to him to live…

HIS PROTECTOR who always stood before him not letting the obstacle pass through to reach him…

Thinking about his dad, he forgot that he had reached his home and his dad had kept his side of the door open for him to get down.

“Atharv?”

He came back to the world hearing his dad who is offering his hand for him to take. If it's any other time he would have dismissed saying he is not kid, but not now, at least after realising his dad’s love. Now, He wanted to hold his dad, forever. Promising himself, he placed his hand above him silently accepting his help and got down the car with his dad closing the door after him.

They walked towards the entrance hand in hand when he stopped making Arnav to stop in his track…

“What happened? Why did you stopped walking?” questioned an anxious DAD in him…

Atharv went forward and hugged him saying “I LOVE YOU DAD, IM SORRY, YOU ARE MY HERO.”.

Arnav realising his son needed his hug took him in his arms happily whispering back ‘I LOVE YOU TOO ATHARV’ royally ignoring his apology. He doesn't want his son to say sorry to him.. Seeing Aman, his son in his flat, his tear stained eyes, he understood what might have transpired between his friend and his son, After all he is A FATHER.

THE END.

Happy fathers day!!!!....