"The speculations about the possible arrival of Vulcan, the famous photographer from Switzerland, has thrown the artist section of India into a state of conflict. Where his fans and admirers are on cloud nine, another section of artists are finding it unnecessary to invite a photographer from a different country, to judge the annual National Portrait Photography competition. Needless to say, the majority will be extremely happy and proud to have him on board." The reporter from the news channel goes on.
The television is set right at the center of a glass wall of a huge room. The room, surrounded by two huge glass walls, is thoroughly filled with easels and canvases. Some of them are empty, while some of them are filled with multiple colors. One particular is being filled right now. The painting, though, seems quite similar to most of the other paintings : a curly haired woman, in a saffron saree, looking straight at the painter through her hazel eyes. The eyes are teary in some of the paintings but what remains unchanged is the mesmerizing smile on her face. The man standing infront of the canvas gives a stroke of expertise in the background of his subject, when a knock on the door to that room resonates through the silence. His focus breaks and his grey eyes move upwards to the door, eyebrows furrowed.
"Not now David." He utters, ready to dive back into the parallel universe he has created for himself and undoubtedly loves to stay there for most of the time.
"Okay sir, but because you said it's urgent, I've gathered almost every information I could, about your brother, that is. I am leaving the file on the table here. Have a good day sir." David says, raising his voice a little and leaves. The man places the brush infront of the canvas and straightens his muscled body. His face, that is nothing but a copy of his twin brother Daivik, hardens. His disheveled hair, his grey eyes on top of his black vest, make him look more like an art himself. He very cautiously walks out of the painting room as if the file could contain a wild animal inside it.
He takes the file then makes his way to the nearest sofa and plops down. The more he turns the pages the more his expression hardens. Finally when he is done, he places the file beside him while running his free hand over his face and mumbles,
"Seems like there are more similarities between us than the mere grey eyes little brother. And I am not happy about it! I can't let you become another me, another Ritwik Raj Nagpati. I won't."
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"Mr. Olsson, you sure he won't want to meet me inside an office or something?" A man at his mid twenties asks the man who is driving the car through the beautiful roads of Switzerland. The man in the driver's seat gives the first man a heartwarming smile while shaking his dark blond hair.
"Don't worry Mr. Nadella, I know my boss pretty well to know he would've despised talking to you confined within his office chambers. He has some weird likings and choices. You need to learn about those as fast as you can. Vulcan is tough to handle." The man addressed as Mr. Olsson, says. To this Mr. Nadella gives a panicked expression.
"Oh, don't worry so much and please cut the formality, we'll be seeing each other a lot now. Here, I am Leo, Leo Olsson, as you already know." Leo extends one of his hands for a shake and the other man hesitantly takes that.
"Purnit Nadella. Nice meeting you Leo." Purnit says, giving a close lipped smile.
"You're not very friendly, are you?" Leo asks, now focusing on the road ahead.
"I won't say that, I would rather say I am a little picky. It takes time for me to make friends." Purnit smiles, genuinely. He was about to say something when the car stops infront of a beautiful open landscape.
"Here?! I have to talk to him here?" Purnit asks, looking extremely surprised.
"Only if he wishes to talk. He is an extremely moody person, a ticking bomb to be precise. You have to be careful around him. But after a few days you'll be used to with it." Saying so Leo gets out of the car and starts walking towards the waterfall.
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Romance"You have intertwined our destinies. You involved her into this mess from the beginning of it all and now it's my time to intervene." He challenges. "You have taken away everything from me and I never questioned you. I never bothered. But now I know...
