LOT Part 2-1

Lack of Trust Part 2-1

(Danish Raghwan)

A man was standing in front of glass big wall staring at a beautiful 24/7 awake city of New York deeply lost in his thoughts.

There was no expression on his face but his aura was screaming danger and power. 

His one hand on wall and other hand in his pants pocket.

He didn’t want to think about her but still she was the only one in all his thoughts.

He asked himself only one question every time why was she still in his thoughts even after seven years when she shouldn't be?? Why he couldn't get her out of his mind and heart despite his best efforts???

The one who was the cause of his pain but why did his stubborn heart still yearn for a glimpse of her??

He cursed himself for letting her rule his heart and mind when she was not even physically with him. He cursed himself for loving her so much that in seven years without her, his heart was still restless.

He thought every moment that where his love was lacking, what she did that pushed them away from each other forever.

He gave her everything love, care, loyalty which a partner could give to her partner then why did she do that? 

If she had any problem with anyone, she could have told him and he would have found a solution but what she did was absolutely wrong and there was no justification for that, neither then nor now.

His phone’s shrill ringtone snapped him out of her depressed thought. He looked at the caller id taking out his phone from his pocket and sighed heavily to face the unavoidable topic of his life from which he could only run but could not escape. 

He answered the call and held to his ear waiting for him to say.

"Bhai (Brother) when will you come home???? Everyone is missing you a lot. Please come back bhai (Brother)" On the other side of the call he heard the sad voice of his younger brother who had been asking him to come to India for the last seven years. He himself also wanted to go to India, wanted to live with his family but if he stayed there then he didn't know what he will do in his anger???  

He could feel his pain in his voice but then he could not do any help to reduce it. It's not that he didn't want to help, he just didn't have the courage to face all that. No matter how strong he may show himself from outside, but inside he was a scared child who did not want to face the demon outside the sheet.

He also missed his family and craved for them as much as they all did but he didn't want to go back there, if it made him a coward, then let him but he didn't want to go back there where he lost everything seven years ago, his happy family, his love, his smile, his purpose to live but when he remembered who was responsible behind this, his heart broke into pieces, which hurt him so much that sent him to the verge of death but did not let him die.

He lost everything because of the woman who was once his world to him, whom he loved more than his life.

" You know that I don't want to come there." He took a deep breath to calm himself before saying in his emotionless voice. After his reply, he got only silence from the other side which was enough to tell him that he had again crashed his younger brother's hopes like he had been doing for the last seven years.

His brother got dejected hearing his emotionless voice and his answer, this was not a new thing for him, he was used to it for the last seven years but he still missed his elder brother who was his best friend and role model who was always with him like a true mentor.

How could he explain to his brother that he could not punish everyone for one's crime, especially not those who loved him and always wanted the best for him?

"Varun leave all this.... Tell me how is everyone in the house???" When he didn't hear his younger brother's voice from the other side of the call, he changed the topic as he knew that if they continued this topic, it will hurt both of them as he could not fulfil his wish at least not yet.

He knew that his decision to stay away from his family had made everyone sad and upset but he could not be there with them when he himself was so broken inside that he did not know how to picked his broken pieces. He woke up every morning since last seven year with the hope that today he will take care of himself but as the darkness of the night approached, he felt that his efforts were still incomplete.

If he couldn't forget her here, how will he forget her there where everything reminded him of her, their city, every road where he used to take her for long drives and most importantly his house.

She was the reason he left his home, he left the city, even the country. He still remembered how he spent those few days there before coming to New York.

Every corner of his home reminded him about her. He wanted to forger her but he couldn't.

He had already punished her for her crime but if he stayed there. he will not leave her. He will punish her even more painfully which he did not want because his anger will provoke her to hurt and his love for her will make regret.

"Everybody is Fine. I miss you, bro. I miss our days. " He heard his brother's heavy voice with sniffing sound and understood that his brother was crying. He wanted to hug his brother tightly but for that he had to be near him which was impossible for him. He was punishing himself by staying away from his family for the fact that he has loved the wrong girl.

He heard someone was knocking on the door.

" I call you later and stop being a crybaby." He said to his brother to lighten his mood as he did not like his crybaby brother, he liked the brother who made others life miserable with his pranks and always had stupid grin plastered on his face.

"He too has lost his crime partner" a voice spoke from behind his head.

She

She was also a prankster like his brother or bigger than him because mostly their pranks ideas came from her devil mind which his brother followed like a command to have fun.

"I am not a crybaby" his brother’s defended voice pulled him out of his daze and he tried his hard to remove her thought from his mind by shaking his head as he could only try.

" Yes.... You are not" he said in mocked tone and heard him whining like a kid “bhai (bro) you are mean”

 A small smile formed on his lips before his lips set in a straight line. This was happening for the last seven years, whenever he tried to smile, his lips started working against him.

He again heard knocking sound but this time little loud.

"I call you later.... Ok bye" he cut the call getting same reply from the other side of the phone. 

He walked to his desk and sat on his chair putting his one leg on his other.

"Come in" he said in his strong and cold voice.

A man came in and stood in front of him.

"What happened Nayan???" he asked looking at him who was doing something on his tablet.

Nayan was his PA. He had been with him since he started working as a CEO in the Raghavan Group of Industries. When he left India and came to New York, he asked Nayan to accompany him. Nayan and his wife were both orphans, so he had no problem in coming to New York with his boss.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Watson in 20 minutes. Everything is ready as you wanted." Nayan forwarded the tablet to his boss to show the details of the upcoming meeting.

He took the tablet from Nayan and read the important details of the meeting. He gave him the tablet back and ordered him "When Mr. Watson come, give me a call"

Nayan nodded his head and left his office.

He massaged his forehead with his one hand. it was paining like hell and why wouldn't there be a headache when he had been working on an important project since a week without proper rest. he leaned his head on chair and closed his eyes to give some rest to his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes. she was looking divine in her red silk saree. his eyes shot opened. he did not want to remember her but his heart and mind never listened to him. they always roamed around her thoughts. 

"Why can't I forget her. How can I remember her who was the reason for my and my family's sorrow. In whose love I have forgotten the whole world and destroyed my own family." he seethed in frustration fisting his hand tightly.

He couldn't believe that the one with whom he spent his whole life did so much wrong to him. 

she was world to him. he loved her more than anything. he was ready to do whatever she wanted but she didn’t value him. she broke him and now he was living with his broken heart for seven years.

He could not forgive her, because of her he had become a stone hearted person today. Now there was nothing in his life except sorrow, sadness, pain and regret.

Yeah regret

Regret for loving her so much that he gave her the power to destroy him.  

How could he not see her truth??? How could a murderer be hiding behind an innocent face??? 

What had he not done for her. He went against his mother and held her hand. He married her despite her mother's refusal a thousand times. He didn't make her a part of his world but made her his world.

He told everyone and himself daily that he hated her for what she did to his mother but deep inside he knew that he still loved her but now hee felt something other than love for her and that emotion was more than his love and that was hate.

Yes, he hated her but he still loved her too.

Love hate in one package

Combination of two emotions that could never live with each other and if you brought them together, they only brought destruction.

Love don't let give her pain and hate won't let her be happy. Total mess.

It was seven years ago that he wanted to punish her for what she had done but he could not punish her with his own hands because his love for her was not allowing him to do so. He left her in the hands of the law.  He didn't even try to meet her even once after sending her to jail. He did not know what he would do with her, so he left her on her own.

He still remembered her eyes begging him to trust her but how could he trust her when he himself saw her committing that crime.

She was still serving her punishment in jail. She was sentenced to 10 years for the crime she had committed.

His phone broke his deep thoughts which was only revolving around her. He looked at the caller ID.

Nayan was calling him. It mean Mr. Watson had arrived and it's time for the meeting.

He got up from the chair and put his phone in his pants pocket. He took a glass of water from the table and took out the pain killer from the drawer and took it with water.

He left his cabin and walked towards meeting room where Mr. Watson was waiting for him. His head was still bursting with pain but this meeting was very important for him which he could not cancel at any cost.

Nayan was already waiting for him outside of the meeting room.

Nayan opened the door and he entered inside like a king who owned whole world which was true in some senses.

He came to Mr. Watson who was sitting on the one of chair in the room but as soon he saw him, he got up from his seat. 

Mr. Steven Watson was a middle-aged man. He had a hotel chain in New York and other cities which was very famous and profitable.

"Hello Mr. Danish Raghwan" Mr. Watson forwarded his hand.

Danish Raghwan was 32 years eligible bachelor. He was CEO of Raghwan group of industries. He had everything name, power, money, fame looks what every man desire. He was one of the 10 richest men in the world and No. 1 in India. He could control anyone life but damm to his luck, he could not control his life. He was dominating, powerful and strong headed man with cold, dangerous and authority aura that screamed ‘don't mess with me if you want to live peacefully because after inviting me your death is not going to be peaceful.’

He was 6.3 ft height with strong muscular body with Greek god like face which was enough to make him the centre of attraction of every girl but he had the personality that couldn't stop girls from drooling over him but also didn't let them come near him.

Everybody was afraid of him because he could destroy someone in an instant as he had money and power which could bring anyone from heaven to hell in an instant.

"Hello Mr. Steven Watson let's start the meeting."  Danish said in straight tone and shook his hand with him formally. 

Mr. Watson had heard about him that he liked to talk straight and he was not friendly with people but formal enough and never broke his promises which he made. He was man of few words.

Mr. Watson shook his hand with him and he was very impressed with him.

The meeting began and Nayan explained Mr. Watson about their offer which was really much better than all the offers he had received till now.

"I like your offer and I am ready to sell my hotels to you" after discussing everything Mr. Watson said.

Mr. Watson was a lonely man. He had lost his wife and child in a road accident. He had made all this for his wife and child but when they were not with him, he wanted to retire by selling his hotels. He wanted to sell his hotels to them who could maintain his hotels and take care of his employees like he did and he found the right man.

They did legal formalities. 

Now 'Sunshine' chain of hotels came under Raghwan group of industries.

Mr. Watson shook his hand with other and Danish and left from there.

Danish and Nayan left alone in meeting room.

Continued……….