Chapter 1 : The Demise

VAIBHAV SHERGILL.25. The mere name itself screams the power, let alone the man who held the authentic. Arrogant, Rude, Heartless, Cruelty are the qualities that only reflect in him. Cruelty is the only term he knows to deal with his enemies. 

Enemity is the first thing he would think off , if you ever thought of crossing his path !

Though, he's known as Devil disguise in human ; but no one knows the innocence he carries, deeply graved inside him except, he, himself. He was eight when the sudden demise of his mother, Poonam Shergill happened , whome he was close, much to his life. He considered his mother as his only friend and partner with whome he shares every tiniest thing. In contrary, his father , Shekhar Shergill was the person who never had time for his family. He was so engrossed in earning money, which eventually lead him ignoring his wife and fell low in his son's perspective being accused of his mother's death.

Shekhar always knew the mistake which was already committed ago, can't be replenished anymore.   

His son already started to loathe him to no extent, being helpless he can't do anything to rectify. Ages passed he turned 50 and died at the age of 55 due to sudden cardiac arrest. He wanted to see his son for the last time , but unfortunately, fate didn't allow him, and he considered as his replenish for his past deeds. Looking back on , he closed his dropping heavy eyes and left the world behind. Although, he considered his sudden demise won't hurt anyone but lesser he knew the soul shrieked,weeped,cried the entire night for not being with him for the last time.

It was the very next morning he flew to India, attending his father's funeral, hidding the emotions all along.

The black Mercedes-Benz stood right infront of the graveyard. The tall silhouette gets visible in restricted light against a brighter ground after the door ajar. He slowly get out of the car carrying a bouquet of red roses. He immediately put his sunglasses on , hidding the wave of emotions he's carried away.

The moment he walked inside the graveyard, every single person present over there bowed down, respectfully. 

No one could predict the person standing beside them ,was affected by Mr. Shergill demise, the former President of Shergill Empire. They looked at him perplexed from the corner of the eyes, wondering ! how on earth, their younger president isn't affected? They're well aware by the equation father-son shared. Nothing is(was) hidden from them, they served them for 15 years ,among the one who's still serving since the birth of their younger president along with those new faces standing between them.

Vaibhav cautiously advanced ahead, his posture uncomfortably maintained,expression's hard , crossing the way, he stood right of his father who was lying peacefully ,as if the next moment he would awake and hug him. Suppressing the wave of emotions, he finally kept the flower on his chest, caressing slightly.

On Realising the hit of the moment could actually get him carried away with the emotions , therefore , he stepped back asap!

None can predict the vulnerable state behind that branded sunglass!

"Sir, everything is prepared . Should we proceed?" The minister of the Church asked for the permission , approaching him.

On getting a fine curt nod, they proceed further. Mr. Shekhar's colleagues, friends, along with his family, Vaibhab gathered around the grave for the committal. A short prayer was said by the minister and the body was taken to the crematorium, where it has to be burned.

It was evening, and almost everyone had left, except him. He stood till dawn watching his family's demise in an early age. His mother left him, to deal alone; though he had his father beside him, there bound was nothing to cherish, still he was his father, which is no more.

A lone tear escaped behind those expressionless masked emotions. He couldn't control himself and collapsed down crying, yelping in pain. He cried, knowing he was alone.    

It was night, the surrounding was quite scary, the lights of headlights were the only source making the environment enough to breathe in the graveyard. The silhouette of a middle aged man in his 60's approached him.

Vibhav, who was still seating on the cold floor motionless staring at the remained ashes.

"Sir, its already dawn. I think we must leave." He said in low-pitched standing behind a foot away. David, a (mid-60's) who is still serving Shergill since Vaibhab's birth. Though, he practically knows him compare to others. Prior, any would consider twice to approach the Vaibhav, but seems this oldy dosen't loves his job anymore. Isn't it?

May be that oldy dosen't want to live anymore or was sucked up by his old stage! . People around them mused.

Vaibhav stood collecting himself and straight forwardely advanced towards his Mercedes-Benz, hooping in the car ,vanishing into thin air, followed by the SUV's.

The car came to halt infront of the lavish building which seems as Royal Mansion. The Shergill's imprinted using the best font at its central gate. Vaibhav, climbed down comfertably and looked at the building enthusiastically.

"Sir, this way" the gate-keeper showed him the way, while the Mercedes along with SUV's followed him behind rolling smoothly as water on well concreted path honourably leading to the mansion inside.

On reaching the threshold of the mansion, watchman left on the permission. Realising someone at threshold of the mansion, one of the butler looked at him perplexed. He carefully looked at the man who was lossing his patient periodically making him await. Vaibhav expressions were turning hard which eventually made the poor souls Shiver and with the look on his face he realised he is none other than , Vaibhav Shergill.

Immediately the way was made clear after the butler was pushed aside by the guards behind. He cautiously stepped in ignoring those gazes, he looked around surveillance the living room of the mansion, after a very long 15 years recalling the moments he spent with his mother and father too. He surveillanced the mansion walking more inside. His eyes abruptly fell on the frame hanged on the wall which was dipped in royal blue with imprinted textures on it along with antique decorative stuffs.

He did cherish him. He mused. 

A very small, tiniest smile crept on his face, unknowingly, realizing his presence was cherished in his absence, although he didn't visit here after his mother's demise. He looked at every corner of the room enthusiastically. Reality dawn upon him, the memories he's cherishing now are still a memory. The person crafted in the frame has vanished from his life, neither his mother nor his father is gonna come to make a new memory. Though he was never found of him, at least he was relief knowing his father is sound and safe.

"Sir, why don't you get yourself fresh and rest for a while before the dinner gets ready" the same old man , approached , standing behind him.

Manners of the Royal family. They were trained and taught how to serve Shergill since a long. Shergill is not an ordinary surname. Its a BRAND. Their ancestors had served the nation with honesty and loyalty. They did sacrifice their life's for the nation. Now, they had walked into industrial expanding their chains globally. Royalty is in their blood. Therefore, servants were well trained to serve the royalty, knowing their limits and to maintain the standards of their high class.

He stood looking straight into the man's eyes , towering over his short height. 

"I don't want anyone to disturb, untill I call" He dismissed, arrogantly and walked out without waiting for his response.

David, shivered under his glare. He was baffled, the boy he saw in his childhood had turned jus to its contrary. Though, he didn't left his charm,handsomness inherent from his father,but can't be ignored the aura he carry.

Something dosen't remain change. With the passing time person carries the different personalities. David clearly remember how carefree he was but according to the phrase,"time changes everything including the man" suits here.

He was stunned , and mused , the rumors heard about the young President was true or just random rumors.But now, everything seems clear, indeed it was true. He is heartless.

Every Individual knows how , who and what VAIBHAV SHERGILL is.

It was mid-night, Vaibhav was standing in balcony of the study room under the moon light.

Moon is the loyal companion!

The moon is full of imperfections but it's still beautiful and a pleasure to watch. It has Beauty and elegance without reason.

"The moon goes through phases much like we do. Like it, we should embrace the changes in our lives without fearing what differences they might bring." He remembers his mother's words, she taught him during his childhood.

The sudden ring of his phone pulled him out of the trance. He glanced at his cell and then back to moon which was still ; steady.

"Hello" he spoke huskily.

"Vaibhav, your grandmother wants to meet you. I struggled to tackle, but she's too stubborn to hear anything" Ranveer, his confidante spoke at the other end.

The bond he shares with his granny is one that is so strong it can never be broken. He still remembers her gentle care and tenderness, her love. She was like an angel who took him under her wing. The memories are still fresh as if it's all about yesterday happening. He remembers how she prays and watches over him when he sleeps, crying the countless night after his mother left him. Correspondingly, she was the GUARDIAN ANGEL. Notably, he shared a close connection with her, after his mom.

"Tomorrow morning, 10" he hunged up, dwelling.