The story is about Kartik Malhotra the eldest son of Sahil Malhotra the richest industrialist of Mumbai, his life is sad and colourless, as he have no one to be called his except his siblings he hates everyone and is rude to everyone except his sibl...
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Coincidence doesn't exist and goosebumps never lie. Your body already knows the answer. All you have to do is turn down your spinning mind and continue to follow all the signs.Because you are always worthy of becoming your best and most actualised self
As Kartik walked into the club surrounded by his friends the club went silent, the music stopped while the crowd stared at him who was having a faceless expression yet a Greek god he was. With a perfect charming face, his lips curled into a straight line, while his messy hairs covering his forehead and the stubble on his sharp line was making him look more hot than every girl urged to spend one night with him. Whereas the boys were staring at him with jealousy or envy murmuring curses in their mind. But to him, he cared a damn about anyone else all he cared about was,himself,for him what matters the most is him.
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The club is owned by him so the bar area got empty as he took a stool there while his friends too sat with him.
"Fireball"
As he ordered the drink the girls standing near him drooled over his sexy deep voice. While the bartender shivered in fear.
"Ok sir"he nodded at him who lit his Marlboro and took a puff of it and blew it out.
"May i sit here"he looked from behind his shoulder only to see a girl looking more like a bimbo with a flirty smile ,her dress looking as if she borrowed it from a nursery kid ,so small and revealing.
Kartik sighed and took another puff from the cigarette while the girl hopefully waited for his yes.
"NO"he finally said coldly after some time pulling his phone out of his jacket while the bimbo,her face drop and she walked away tears brimmed in her voice.He didn't misbehaved with her nor he have insulted her but still the tone he had and his ignorance was insulting.
The guy is Kartik Malhotra the son of the richest industrialist "Raj Malhotra"he is rude yet handsome, he has no interest in girls and love since he saw his parents fighting everyday. In Fact according to him, "Love" never exists. All that exists is "Lust" either for the beauty or for the money.
He hates when girls cling to him and the crowd follows him ,he hates that, all he loves is 'Music' other than his siblings he loves 'Music' that gives him peace from the noise all around him. Since childhood whenever his parents had a fight he plucked the headphones in his ear listening to the music, which gave him peace.
"Excuse me"as he finished his second drink he heard another girl beside him he rolled his eyes.
"May I….."before the girl could complete.
"Guys i'm going home"he said, pushing himself up from the stool and walking towards the exit not before glaring at the girl who looked down in fear seeing his look.
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A girl stepped out of the auto as soon as it stopped near a slum area. The girl wore a black punjabi suit with her hair hanging open at her shoulder, while a bag was hanging on her shoulder.
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"Kitna hua bhaiya?"she asked the auto driver lazily.
The auto driver looked at the metre and "100 rupee"
"Huh?"as she heard the amount her eyes opened widely.
"100 rupaye"she almost shouted as the auto driver nodded.
"Bhaiya...Delhi se nahi aa rahi..Juhu se hi to aa rhi hu...itna kaise?"she shouted.
"Petrol ka bhav bhar gaya hai didi"the driver said.
"Acha….zyada jhoot bolne ki zaroorat nahi hai ...koi bhav-vav ni badha hai ''she scolded.
"Arey didi badh gaya hai…"
"Koi bhav nahi badha hai ye lo 50 rupee or bas niklo"she said, handing over a fifty rupees note.
"Arey didi…."
"Koi behes nahi...chalo jao"sighing at her stubbornness the auto driver shook his head in disbelief starting the auto and he drove off while the girl walked inside.
"Ayush,"the girl said, throwing the bag lazily on the central table as soon as she entered a small flat of 1 bedroom hall kitchen.
"Ayush kaha hai yaar"she said irritatedly while making a bun of her hairs yawning.
"Ayush……"
"Didi……."As she heard the sound a smile spread on her face, she looked towards the entrance from where a small boy of about five years ran in.
"Ayush"she shouted sitting on her knees spreading her arms for him who ran and hugged her.
On the other hand,
Kartik was sitting on the car bonnet alone, his car parked at a cliff while he was staring at the sky with a beer can in his hand. As he gulped the last beer can and threw it in anger on the ground his eyes held pain as if he was craving for something.
But what?
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