Chapter 3 - The Siddharth Malhotra (Part 1)

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Quote of the day:
"I don't take Meetings, I SET THEM. And
My Respect isn't demanded, IT's EARNED."


Malhotra Mansion, NewYork.

Siddharth's POV


"Siddharth!"I groaned as I rolled over my stomach. I could feel my back viciously poked by someone annoyingly.

I just knew who it was because nobody could even dare to touch me like that or in any way without my permission but only him. I opened my eyes to see the culprit who woke me up like that as I scowled at him.

Rishi Benerjee!!

My best friend and only friend that I have got. He is there with me since my first day of college and he is the only one besides my mother who treats me like a normal human.

All others just want to impress me and treat me like King because I'm a billionaire. I was the only intelligent student who question and challenge the system in college days and now knowing that I have built a world very successful shipping company on my own.

Girls throw themselves at me just to be in my arms though I prefer working all night rather than having meaningless one night stands with an unknown woman. Love is not my cup of tea and never will be.

I shifted NewYork when I got an opportunity from the top company in NewYork. Hailing from a middle-class family in Hyderabad, I dreamt to build world biggest company on my own. After a few months, I started making a business plan to open my own company. Within a short time period, I open my own company and it started getting successful.

However, the death of my father left me shattered, following which I took my mother to the NYC. My father was a clerk in a private company who was constantly pressurized by moneylenders. I used to think my father as a failure but after his death, I got to know about his sacrifice for me and villagers.

Sure I'm a ruthless and cold-hearted billionaire for world except two-person my mother and best friend Rishi. People say about me that 'Siddharth Malhotra always get he wants.' but I never show that I have so much money. This is what I learned from childhood.

Rishi knows each and everything about me and he is a part of our family. He is also known as a powerful businessman and one of the eligible bachelor in the US. He inherited his foster father's jet company and work hard to become famous.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Rishi?"I yelled already annoyed.

"Hey Bro.calm your angry ass should thank me for waking you up because it's already 1 in the morning and we have to go to India and we don't wanna get late now, Do we?" He said smirking.

That stupid bastard just knew that he was right. I still groaned and without saying a word I went into the bathroom for a shower. When I came back it was already one-thirty so I got ready quickly and we both went to the Airport.

It's been years Since I last time visited my home country.

The flight took exactly fifteen hours to get to Kempegowda International Airport, in Bangaluru, India. Ravi, my temporary driver in India, picked us up in the Black Mercedes Maybach Car and drove us to JW Marriott Hotel.

I was exhausted from a sleepless trip, So I needed a cold shower for freshening up myself before driving to the conference hall, and Rishi also left to freshen up in his room of the suite. The charity conference is at 6 pm and it's 5 pm now, I had a half-hour to get ready.

we arrived at the conference hall and we went straight inside and all the famous business person were there.

The host greets us and leads us to our table as I greeted a couple of people on the way. I thanked him and charity conference quickly begun.

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