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!!!!....