Dhruv Rathore, on one hand, is a normal college student who has fun with friends and is seen as very poor by everyone. On the other hand, in reality, he is a secret billionaire with immense wealth.<br /> <br /> A phone call and a lost credit card com... Dhruv Rathore, on one hand, is a normal college student who has fun with friends and is seen as very poor by everyone. On the other hand, in reality, he is a secret billionaire with immense wealth.<br /> <br /> A phone call and a lost credit card completely change Dhruv's life. But he keeps his new identity hidden from everyone. Why?<br /> <br /> Between love and deceit, Dhruv finds himself entangled between Aavanya and Devika. As he steps into the business world, he also has to face enemies like Aditya, who are desperate to uncover his truth.<br /> <br /> Will Dhruv be able to keep his billionaire secret hidden from everyone? But for how long and why is he pretending to be poor, and will he be able to escape his enemies? And will he find his true love? To find out, read "Secret Billionaire" – a thrilling story of a poor boy becoming a billionaire, filled with suspense, romance, and plenty of drama!
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It was evening, and four friends were drinking in their hostel room. Three of them were enjoying the drinking party, while one boy, Dhruv, was pacing back and forth, his mobile phone in hand, his gaze fixed on its screen.
"Damn it! Pick up the phone, Tara!" Dhruv gritted his teeth in anger, but the result was the same. Tara didn't pick up his call again. "This crazy girl..." He couldn't believe Tara wasn't answering.
"Bro, stop it! Accept it... she's left you!" Kartik said. Dhruv glared at him. "He's right, man! She must have found someone else... Girls are like this. Why are you messing with your head? Thirty-six will come, thirty-six will go... just drink and sleep," Vivhan said bitterly and placed a peg in front of Dhruv.
"Stop your nonsense! It's nothing like that... Tara isn't that kind of girl. There must be a misunderstanding. Maybe she's joking... she likes pranks," Dhruv said angrily, though he was mostly trying to reassure himself. He knew his friends were telling the truth, but he still couldn't believe Tara had left him.
"This is how everyone gets caught in the 'my girl is different' trap," Vivhan muttered. 'No, Tara can't do this! She's not like other girls,' a voice echoed in Dhruv's heart. He looked at his phone and checked his messages. It was a message from Tara: "I think it's not working anymore! We should break up!"
"Break up? What the hell? What does she think she is?" Dhruv said bitterly and finished the entire glass in one gulp. "I need to talk to her..." He dialed Tara's number again.
"She won't pick up!" Vivhan smiled. "Yes, enjoy... you two are my enemies. My life is at stake and..."
"No one dies for anyone... science says it takes at most twenty-one days to forget someone," Vivhan laughed.
"Do hell with your science..." Dhruv clenched his fists.
"He's right..." Kartik tried to reason.
"Shut up, both of you, or I'll kill you!" Dhruv said angrily and slammed the phone on the ground. "This bloody..."
"What happened?" Vivhan and Kartik asked, startled. Dhruv glared at them with red eyes. Seeing his anger, they were dumbfounded. They had never seen Dhruv so furious.
"Bro, now you're scaring us..." Kartik said, but Dhruv didn't reply and stormed out of the room.
"Where is he going?" Kartik and Vivhan looked at each other. "Don't know! Maybe he went for a walk," Vivhan said.
"The way he's angry, he might do something drastic," Kartik said. Vivhan also looked worried. "He won't commit suicide..." "I'm talking about murder. He's crazy." Kartik was concerned.
"God! Why do all these crazy people fall on me?" Vivhan sighed, finished his peg, and left the room.
Dhruv sat on a bench outside Tara's hostel, waiting for her. The guard had told him she had left a long time ago. After a while, Vivhan and Kartik also arrived.
After nearly an hour, Tara still hadn't arrived, and Kartik and Vivhan were bored.
"Man, when is this girl coming? It's getting late," Vivhan yawned.
"You miss her a lot, don't you!" Kartik teased.
"Miss her? I'm just saying I'm sleepy. I want her to come soon so I can sleep," Vivhan said.
Just then, a speeding black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the hostel gate. All three pairs of eyes went to the luxury car, and a girl in a black bodycon dress stepped out. Her back was to them, so her face wasn't visible.
"Wow, man! What a figure..." Kartik said. Vivhan scolded him, "Shame on you! You already have a girlfriend."
"I'm just looking! Since when is looking a crime?" Kartik retorted.
Dhruv was staring intently at the girl. She looked familiar, but he couldn't see her face. As the girl turned, all three were stunned.
"Tara!" Dhruv exclaimed and quickly moved towards her.
"Will the fight start now?" Kartik said.
"I think Tara will be broken today!" Vivhan said.
"Tara! Where were you? And why weren't you picking up my phone?" Dhruv asked.
"Didn't you read my message? I clearly told you I don't want to be with you anymore," Tara said, looking at Dhruv with cold eyes.
"Tara! Is this another prank of yours?"
"It's no prank, Dhruv! Are you really that stupid?" Tara said.
"But why, Tara? Why?" Dhruv asked. He couldn't believe it.
"What's up Tara baby? Is everything ok? Is this boy bothering you?" a masculine voice called out. A young man, about twenty or twenty-one, stood near the same Mercedes. He was wearing dark blue pants, a white shirt, and a black blazer.
"Who are you? And Tara! Why is he calling you baby?" Dhruv asked angrily.
"He... this is Tanishq Kaushal... son of the famous businessman K.K. Kaushal," Tara said.
"You're dating him?" Dhruv asked, shocked.
"That shouldn't concern you. We've broken up," Tara said sarcastically.
"For God's sake, Tara! You told me about a one-sided breakup decision this afternoon, and now in the evening, you're returning from a date with him? Disgusting!" Dhruv's voice dripped with disgust.
"Man, it's her decision... she should decide who she wants to date," Tanishq replied before Tara could.
"Don't interfere, or you'll regret it!" Dhruv said angrily to Tanishq.
"Enough Mihir! Don't create a scene..." Tara said through gritted teeth, "Yes, we are dating, and I think you should also move on."
"Why, Tara? Why? Is there a problem? Tell me, I'll solve it!" Dhruv said, shaking Tara.
"Problem? You are my problem, Dhruv!" Tara said angrily, "Do you remember when we last went out? When was the last movie we watched? The truth is, if your friends didn't support you, you'd be starving, and I don't want a life like that..."
"So, it's all about money? Right?" Dhruv gave a weak smile.
"Think whatever you want! But I can't live a beggar's life with you," Tara said flatly and walked towards the hostel gate.
"Huh! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Dhruv's laughter made Tara stop in her tracks.
"Tara! Thank you so much for revealing your true colors. I thought you were doing all this out of compulsion. But you did all this for money," Dhruv said, staring at Tara with hatred in his eyes, "You know, Tara! If you had a compulsion, I would have mourned your name my whole life, but thank you! Thank you so much for saving me from that pain. Because now your reality is before me. For some money, for your comforts, you left my hand and grabbed the hand of a rich man. I won't stop you now. But remember one thing as you leave. Selling yourself for money is not considered an honorable profession."
"You bloody..." Tara moved towards Dhruv in anger and slapped him hard.
"Well! Someone rightly said that the truth is always bitter," Vivhan smiled.
"And also that people often get annoyed when they hear the truth," Kartik also laughed and high-fived Vivhan.
"Look, Mr... whatever your name is!" Tanishq said, glaring at Dhruv, "Stay in your limits and get lost from here."
"Why? Is this your father's road?" Vivhan said angrily to Tanishq.
"Let it be, man! People's worth is evident from their choices and behavior! His worth will also be revealed in time," Dhruv said, stopping Vivhan and moving on.
"Hey! Middle-class beggar! What worth will you show me? Do you think you're Sunil Shetty from the movie Dhadkan? You'll come back after earning money to get Anjali back!" Tanishq said.
"I am not Sunil Shetty from Dhadkan, and you will know my worth in time. And yes! Don't worry. I won't return to snatch your Anjali. I just lost interest in her," Dhruv smiled and turned to leave. However, two tears rolled down his eyes.
A few months later...
Mumbai, the city of dreams. A large building of Mumbai University. A university that is among the top universities in the country. It's morning. The hustle and bustle of the university campus has begun. On a footpath, Dhruv, with a backpack on his back, is walking forward. In front of him walks a girl, tall and thin, looking beautiful. Dhruv's attention is not on the girl, but on the soft drink can in her hand. As the girl throws the can, Dhruv picks it up. But as he puts it in his bag, the girl turns and looks at Dhruv in surprise.
"Hey! You! Why are you picking up trash?" the girl said angrily.
Hearing the girl's voice, the eyes of the students nearby also turned towards them. Dhruv was embarrassed, but then regaining his composure, he smiled and said, "I was just helping you. Perhaps you don't know that you shouldn't throw trash like this on university campus."
Hearing Dhruv's words, everyone started cursing the girl. Dhruv looked at the girl, and she was glaring at him angrily.
"I'll deal with you..." the girl said, stamping her feet, and walked away.
Dhruv smiled sheepishly and walked on with the drink can. After walking a short distance, he sighed in relief and put the can in his bag.
"Aaaah!" he said, "I can't believe I'm doing this junk collecting work. Ugh..."
Just then, he saw Tara coming from the front, and his fists clenched. Tara was walking towards him, smiling with Tanishq.
"So, brother! Have you earned money? I'm eager to know my worth," Tanishq said sarcastically, smiling.
"Leave it, baby! Why waste your time arguing with people like this? Bloody poor, middle-class fellow!" Tara said with a disgusted tone and pulled Tanishq's hand, leading him away.
Hearing Tara's words, Dhruv's body trembled, but then his mobile rang. Dhruv took out his phone, and it was a number from a foreign country, but the last digits looked familiar. He picked up the call.
"Young Master! Your punishment is over. Now you can use family power and money," a middle-aged man's voice said from the other end.
To be continued
So, from here begins the story of our secret billionaire, Dhruv Rathore, who was serving a sentence given by his father for the past few years, and now that his sentence is over, what will happen after he becomes rich from poor? What will change in his life, and will he take revenge on all those who troubled him by considering him a poor man? To know, keep reading, this story is going to be very interesting.
Reaching the front of that opulent high-rise building, Dhruv took a deep breath and looked up at the sky-scraping structure.
"Finally... after so long, I've found what I was waiting for so eagerly." A deep smile spread across Dhruv's lips, and he took a step towards the building. Before he could enter, a middle-aged doorman stopped him at the door.
"Hey! Kid! Where are you going? Do you have a work permit?" The doorman glared at him as if he had caught him stealing.
"I don't work here, I've just come to meet someone..." Dhruv took a deep breath and glanced at himself. At this moment, he was wearing only denim jeans and a t-shirt, and casual shoes on his feet.
"Who are you looking for? Which floor?" The doorman eyed him suspiciously.
Hearing his question, the doorman burst into laughter, "Kid! It seems you've come to the wrong place. This is only a 23-story building. If you want to go higher, you'll have to buy a ticket for much higher up."
Just then, a beautiful girl in a black suit and mini-skirt came out and glared at the doorman for his unprofessional behavior.
"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" the girl asked, raising her eyebrows.
"25th floor?" The girl looked at Dhruv in surprise and said, "This doorman is right, it's impossible to go to the 25th floor, so you should leave from here."
Before Dhruv could say anything, he saw some people coming towards them and he started shouting loudly, "The doorman is harassing the girl, someone help... come quickly!"
The girl and the doorman were stunned by Dhruv's cleverness. Those people ran towards the doorman and caught him. Meanwhile, Dhruv, seizing the opportunity, went inside the building.
The girl stopped everyone and said, "That boy has lied and entered the building, please leave this doorman and go from here." Saying this, the girl ran inside, and the doorman ran after her.
Before both of them could catch Dhruv, he entered the elevator and quickly pressed the button for the top floor.
"No! No! Please! No! Please stop..." Seeing the elevator door closing, the girl rushed towards the elevator, but before she could reach it, the elevator door had already closed, and Dhruv waved goodbye teasingly as he left.
As soon as the elevator left, the girl scolded the doorman, "You idiot, look, that boy has gone up, now the boss will be very angry."
"Manager Madam! It's not my fault! That boy tricked both of us right in front of you and entered!" the doorman mumbled. He was afraid that this girl, who was the manager here, might fire him.
The manager girl pressed the button for another elevator, glared at the doorman, and said, "If that boy reaches the 25th floor, my job will be gone, and so will yours." Saying this, she went up in another elevator.
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Dhruv stood calmly with his hands in his jeans pockets. The elevator kept going up, and finally, with a 'ding' sound, the elevator door opened. As the door opened, Dhruv stepped out of the elevator.
The 25th floor is the last floor of this building. This floor is very large, with glass walls all around, offering a clear view of the outside. Dhruv also went to a window and stood there, looking at the view outside.
"Don't move! Stay right where you are!" Finally, the manager girl caught him. She was standing on the stairs at this moment, panting. The elevator Dhruv had come up in was a private elevator. All other elevators could only go up to the 23rd floor, which is why he had to climb two floors up the stairs.
Hearing the girl's words, Dhruv let out a deep breath and turned to look at her.
"Hurry up and come with me quietly! Otherwise, I'll have to call the guards..." the girl gritted her teeth, grabbed Dhruv's collar, and tried to pull him outside, but Dhruv didn't move an inch from his spot.
"I've already told you I'm here to meet someone!" Dhruv shook his head and took out his mobile to dial a number.
The girl hadn't even imagined that Dhruv would ignore her words like this. She took a deep breath in anger and started pulling Dhruv towards the stairs.
"Look, you're going to regret this..." Dhruv was shocked to see the girl pushing him like this.
"You'll regret it, because if you don't listen to me, I'll call the police." The girl gave Dhruv another push in anger.
Just then, with a 'ding' sound, the elevator door opened, and a middle-aged man came out of the elevator. The man was about 40 years old and was wearing a gray suit.
"Kalpana! What are you doing?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the man spoke angrily to the girl and then bowed his head in front of Dhruv.
"Chhote Sarkar! I apologize to you on behalf of this girl." The man said, apologizing to Dhruv, and with that, he grabbed Kalpana's hand and pulled her back, who was still holding Dhruv's collar.
Before the man could say anything else to Kalpana, Dhruv intervened and said, "Nikhil, it's not Kalpana's fault, she was just doing her job. I'm happy that we have such honest people working with us."
Dhruv glanced at Kalpana and gave a faint smile. He wasn't angry at all with Kalpana's behavior. After all, in the last few years, he had met all sorts of people who had treated him much worse.
Nikhil, hearing Dhruv, said to Kalpana, "Now you go outside, I need to have some important talks with Chhote Sarkar."
Hearing this, Kalpana left from there.
After this, Nikhil also took Dhruv towards his office.
"Chhote Sarkar! This is the details of your family property and businesses in Mumbai and Dehradun... which belong to you."
Saying this, Nikhil placed a file in front of Dhruv, "However, your father wants you to prove your capability before taking over the business."
"What do you mean, prove capability? Does he want me to manage the entire business of Mumbai?" Dhruv said, flipping through the pages of the documents, to which Nikhil nodded.
"Yes! That's right..." Nikhil said to Dhruv with a smile, "He says he will give you two years to show your capability. After completing your post-graduation, you can stay here in Mumbai for one more year. After that, he will come from Dehradun to check the results."
Hearing Nikhil's words, Dhruv's hands stopped on the file. He let out a deep breath and said, "Okay! I am ready."
Dhruv knew that this decision was not just his dad's but the entire family's. Perhaps they wanted to check if he was capable of becoming the heir to such a large business. Anyway, he knew that in rich families, relationships were just a pretense to grab property, and many of his relatives already had their eyes on his family business.
Dhruv put the file in his bag and said to Nikhil, "Now that the punishment is over, I want my funds."
"Of course!" Nikhil said with a smile and walked towards a safe kept in the corner.
He scanned his thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the safe, opened it, and took out two cards.
"This black card will allow you to buy anything anywhere. You don't need to worry about its limit. You can use it now." Saying this, Nikhil handed a credit card to Dhruv and then gave him another card, saying, "This is the key to your new house, which is in the heart of the city."
"Okay! Now I should leave..." Dhruv put both cards in his bag and stood up to leave.
Nikhil also got up from his chair to see him off, but Dhruv stopped him from doing so and left Nikhil's chamber alone.
As soon as he came out of Nikhil's office, he saw the manager Kalpana standing in front of the elevator. He noticed that Kalpana was looking at him with her head bowed in embarrassment.
"That... I want to apologize for whatever happened. Actually, I didn't know who you were and your appearance..." As she spoke, Kalpana bit her tongue, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I mean, I didn't recognize you, and that's why all this happened..."
To be continued
Will Dhruv forgive Kalpana and how will he use his money and family power? Will he misuse it, and why was Dhruv punished? What do you all think? Please tell us in the comments?
"Oh no... there's no need to apologize. You were just doing your duty and I have no complaints with you," Dhruv said sheepishly.
"You're not really angry with me, are you? If you've truly forgiven me, I'd like to treat you to dinner..."
"That's not necessary! I have to leave for some urgent work anyway."
Dhruv declined her offer.
"Does that mean you haven't really forgiven me?" Kalpana asked with a dejected expression, which made Dhruv feel awkward.
"Oh no, it's not like that! I truly have no complaints with you," Dhruv quickly said.
"Then, next time for sure! Whenever you're free, let me know," Kalpana said excitedly.
"Okay, but I have to go now!" Dhruv said, trying to get away from her, and quickly got into the elevator.
As soon as he entered the elevator, he started laughing at Kalpana's behavior. "If I weren't so rich, would you still have the same thoughts?" Dhruv took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"All girls are the same! They only crave money, and for that, they won't hesitate to sleep with anyone!" Dhruv's fists clenched in anger.
Seeing Kalpana's behavior reminded him of Tara. The first thing on Dhruv's mind after getting the funds was to buy some decent clothes, so that no one would judge his status by looking at his clothes from then on. Or rather, so they wouldn't mistake him for being poor.
He quickened his pace towards a nearby mall. As soon as he entered the mall, he spotted a branded clothing store on the second floor and went straight in.
As soon as he entered, a salesperson stopped him and said, "You're so late, the cleaning isn't even done yet. Start working quickly and see, pick up the trash from the edges, clean the mirrors."
Dhruv was very angry but controlling himself, he said, "Look, I think you've made a mistake, I'm here to shop."
Dhruv nodded in affirmation. The man looked Dhruv up and down and said, "The discount section is that way, you go there." Dhruv went in and started looking at the most expensive collection.
"These are our shop's most branded and expensive collections. Not everyone can afford to buy them. Don't loiter around unnecessarily, you won't get any discounts on these clothes," the salesperson said, approaching Dhruv.
Hearing his words, a smile appeared on Dhruv's lips. He felt like slapping the salesperson hard across the face, but he acted as if he hadn't heard anything.
He pushed the salesperson aside and moved forward. Suddenly, his gaze fell on an expensive blazer, and as he reached for it, the salesperson stopped him midway.
"Didn't I tell you that these things are beyond your reach! So stop touching them and quietly go to the discount area where things that match your status are kept. If these clothes get even the slightest damage, you won't be able to compensate for the loss even by selling you," the salesperson said angrily.
Hearing him, Dhruv was getting exasperated. He felt like pulling out his card and throwing it at the salesperson's face so that he too would know his worth in front of him. But before he could say anything, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Oh, look who's here to shop? Dhruv Rathore... I don't understand why they let such pathetic people into the shop." Dhruv turned and looked in the direction of the voice.
Tanishq was standing there, and Tara was with him. Seeing them, Dhruv's fists clenched in anger. He wasn't as angry hearing the salesperson's taunts. Tara! Whom he had once desired the most, now he felt disgusted just looking at her. "It's good that these two are here too. Let this Tanishq know what a fallen girl this Tara is. When he finds out that I am richer than Tanishq now, his expression will be worth seeing," Mihir smiled to himself and walked past without paying them any attention.
"I used to come to your shop because it's the most expensive shop in this area... but I didn't know you let such cheap and poor people into your shop. Either you people stop letting such poor people into your shop, or I will stop coming to your shop," Tanishq warned the salesperson.
Hearing him, the attention of the other customers in the store was also drawn to them. They all looked like they were from wealthy families, and their clothes looked quite expensive. They all started talking amongst themselves, looking at the scene, and their contemptuous gazes towards Dhruv said it all. Seeing the situation escalate, the shop manager approached Dhruv and said, "Please leave here as soon as possible. You are disturbing the other customers."
Hearing the manager, Dhruv pointed at Tara and Tanishq and said, "These two? If they have a problem, they should leave, why should I leave! What can I do if they are disturbed? And besides, I haven't chosen any dress for myself yet, and I'm not leaving without shopping." The more the matter escalated, the more stubborn Dhruv became. He felt like slapping Tara and Tanishq present there twice. The manager tried to explain, "Look, you are causing them trouble, so you need to understand."
Dhruv glared at him and said, "It is absolutely wrong to judge someone's status by their clothes and attire. Even our country's PM wears a simple kurta-pajama."
The manager was stunned by Dhruv's words and knew that what Dhruv was saying was true.
Tanishq and Tara looked at Dhruv together, laughing as if they were mocking him. Dhruv glanced at Tanishq and Tara, and the next moment he said to the manager, "Pack all the suits in your store." Hearing Dhruv's words, everyone in the store was stunned.
The manager's eyes widened, "What are you saying? The total cost of all the suits is about 10 to 12 lakh."
"Yes, I know, do as I said," Dhruv told the manager. Hearing this, Tanishq burst out laughing, "Ha ha ha! Dhruv brother! Do you make this much money selling scrap? Believe me, and before the manager calls security, quietly slip away from here. These are not clothes that can be bought so many at once from the roadside!" He couldn't believe that this boy who sold scrap was pretending to be rich today.
Hearing Tanishq, Dhruv glanced at him, and his gaze stopped at Tara, who was looking at him with a sarcastic smile on her lips. Seeing them laughing at him, Dhruv's blood boiled.
"Are you joking?" the manager stared at Dhruv in disbelief.
"Oh, why are you asking him, manager sir? This boy studies in our college and works as a junk dealer. Do you think a junk dealer would have this much money? I think you should call security," Tanishq said to the manager, laughing.
"Sir, I think you should leave! You are causing problems for our other customers..." the manager said in a stern voice, gesturing towards the door.
"You... I'll..." Dhruv said, grinding his teeth in anger, and put his black card in the manager's hand. "Perhaps you didn't hear me properly... pack all the suits in your store right now."
Looking at the black card in his hand, the manager stood frozen in his place. He couldn't understand how this boy in dirty clothes had a black card. A black card with no limit! He knew what a black card was, but he had never seen one before. For a moment, he didn't believe his eyes, but then, regaining his composure, he looked at Dhruv.
To be continued...
The confidence in Dhruv's eyes indicated he was telling the truth. "Okay, sir! I'll ask the salesperson to pack all your belongings right away," the manager said in a trembling voice.
But, cutting him short, Dhruv said, "Not the salesperson, you will pack all these clothes yourself. You see, these clothes are very expensive, and I don't want them to get ruined by the touch of some local salesperson." Dhruv glanced at the salesperson standing next to him and smiled. The salesperson, embarrassed, averted his gaze.
"Me!" The manager was shocked by Dhruv's demand, but then his eyes fell on the black card in his hand, and he forced a laugh, saying, "Absolutely, sir! I will personally pack your clothes."
"That's good! So, what are we waiting for?" Dhruv smiled and gestured for the manager to pack the clothes.
When Tara and Tanishq saw the manager's changed attitude, their facial expressions shifted. "Manager, are you falling for this scoundrel's words? Who knows whose black card he's brought. Just think, how would a scrap dealer get a black card?" Tanishq said, trying to provoke the manager, while Dhruv gave him a taunting smile.
The manager glared angrily at Tanishq and walked towards the counter to make the bill. "Hmph! I'll see where a man like you got so much money!" Tanishq shot an angry look at Dhruv and, taking Tara with him, headed towards the counter.
Dhruv didn't feel the need to explain anything. He found a place to sit in the store and waited for the manager to return.
The next moment, the manager approached Dhruv with the swipe machine, and Tanishq and Tara followed, watching. Tanishq said to Tara, "This scrap collector is acting all high and mighty. Just wait until the payment is declined, and you'll see his face. The manager will practically kick him out." Tara high-fived him and looked at Dhruv.
Dhruv entered his PIN, and the next moment, the payment was approved, and the slip came out. Seeing this, Tara and Tanishq were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes. How was this possible?
"Manager, you must be mistaken... this scrap seller must have stolen someone's card," Tanishq said angrily. Somewhere, there was also a feeling of jealousy towards Dhruv. He himself couldn't afford to buy so many expensive things at once.
"Sir! Please do not insult another customer, or I will have to call the guards," the manager said in an angry voice. He understood that Dhruv was no ordinary person and didn't want to offend such a wealthy customer, so he rebuked Tanishq for insulting Dhruv.
Then the manager glanced at Dhruv and, bowing, said, "Sir, would you like some tea or coffee?" The manager's changed demeanor made Tanishq and Tara even more envious.
Dhruv replied, "No, just pack my things quickly."
About half an hour passed, and the manager came to Dhruv with the packed bundles of clothes and said, "Sir! As you instructed, we have packed all the suits available in the store. If you wish, I can arrange a car for you?" The manager's language had changed considerably.
Hearing the manager's words, Tanishq's face turned red with anger. He let out an angry grunt and practically dragged Tara out of the store. Seeing them leave so enviously, a look of satisfaction came over Dhruv's face.
He said to the manager, "No, a car isn't necessary. Just have all these clothes placed outside the store." But Tanishq still couldn't believe how Dhruv could do all this. So he stood outside, still watching Dhruv.
"Man! I bought all this stuff just to show off, but what will I do with it all?" Dhruv sighed deeply, looking at the shopping bags. He had bought all this to teach Tara and Tanishq a lesson in the store, but now he regretted buying so much.
Refusing the manager's idea of calling a taxi, he called his friends and asked them to meet him at the mall. Within a short time, three of his friends were in front of him. His friends were surprised to see so much luggage with Dhruv, "What is all this, man? Did you buy the whole shop?"
Before Dhruv could say anything, "Bro, don't tell us you called us because you don't have enough money to pay the bill..." Kartik said jokingly to Dhruv.
"Bro, we don't have money either..." Vivhan and Achal said in unison. Vivhan, Kartik, and Achal are Dhruv's best friends, and these three had helped him a lot in his difficult times. Even when Dhruv was in a relationship with Tara, his friends bore all his food and drink expenses so he could spend his savings on Tara.
"You guys don't need to worry about money..." Dhruv said with a smile, "Actually, I have something to tell you... Last night, I went to a casino while intoxicated, and guess what? I won the lottery there." Dhruv didn't want to tell them about his newfound wealth yet. He was afraid that his friends might distance themselves from him if they thought of him as a rich man, so he made up an excuse. He didn't want to be separated from his friends at any cost.
"How much?" all three boys asked in unison.
"20 lakhs!" they all said together, their mouths agape.
"Well done, son! You won the lottery last night and are only telling us now? Bro, if you had told us earlier, we would have gotten drunk with you too..." Kartik taunted Dhruv.
"Forgive me, man! I was intoxicated anyway... But I've bought clothes for all of you. I hope you like them! Bro, who are all these for? This is the whole shop, the entire shop," Vivhan said, looking at the shopping bags.
Dhruv said, "You guys take what fits you, and we'll distribute the rest to people in need."
Hearing Dhruv's words, Tara and Tanishq, who were standing nearby, were surprised.
Achal said, "This is fine, we'll distribute them, but why did you buy so many clothes?" Looking towards Tanishq, Dhruv said, "Man, some people don't understand simple things; they have to be taught a lesson." Tanishq made a face upon hearing this.
Just then, seeing a security guard approaching, Dhruv called out to him, "What size clothes do you wear?" The security guard was taken aback.
Dhruv placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't be surprised. Take what fits you from these clothes." The man happily took clothes his size, giving Dhruv blessings as he left. Tara was also surprised to see this.
In this way, Dhruv and his friends distributed all the clothes to the workers leaving the store. Seeing this, Tanishq said to Tara, "Something is wrong, Tara. Where did this beggar get so much money? We have to find out."
Dhruv was restlessly looking around for Sandhya when suddenly, "Bro! Where have you been these days? Haven't seen you in a while! Found some girl, huh?" Achal said, putting his hand on Dhruv's shoulder. "By the way, what are you looking at over there?"
"Nothing, man! I was just thinking..." Dhruv smiled. The arrival of his three friends, Achal, Kartik, and Vivhan, distracted Dhruv.
"Okay... you keep thinking, I'm going on a date!" Achal said with a smile and quickly moved off in one direction. "Doesn't this guy ever get tired of dating?" Kartik smiled, watching Achal leave, and the three of them followed him.
Achal is known as the happiest person in the hostel. He and Rupali are very happy in their relationship, and Dhruv and the other friends are also very happy for their friend.
As they came out of the corridor, they saw a BMW car parked next to the stairs, and Achal was standing in front of it, clenching his fists. The expression on his face suggested he was about to kill someone.
"Oh man! Not again! Isn't that the car of that wild boar?" Vivhan whispered to Kartik. The person in the BMW is a very famous rich kid in college. His name is Ronnie Raizada, but due to his long ears and fat face, everyone behind his back calls him the wild boar.
To be continued...
Achal ran towards the car in anger.
Ronnie, with arrogance, rolled down the car window and shouted at Achal, "You bloody bastard! Can't you see? Rupali is my girlfriend from now on! So, get her out of your mind and if you ever come in front of my car again, I won't even bother to brake."
Seeing Achal's anger, Rupali was stunned and opened the door, getting out of the car.
She said, looking at Achal, "Achal! You also know that this relationship between us cannot go on anymore!"
"Rupali! But how can you do this to me? Just tell me, are you with him for his money, and is my love nothing compared to his wealth?" Achal's entire body was trembling with anger, "Just yesterday, we were so happy together, and today you… Has someone said something to you?"
"Damn, all these girls are the same… throw a little money and they'll throw themselves into anyone's bed…" A surge of anger towards Rupali welled up in Dhruv's mind. He felt as if Tara was standing in front of him once again. He cast a contemptuous glance at Rupali and looked at Achal, who seemed to have gone completely mad. Suddenly, he ran towards the BMW and punched its front door two or three times.
"Brother, it's all gone wrong now… Achal is definitely in trouble this time!" Vivian mumbled.
"He's being too impulsive, man!" Kartik said.
"Buddy! This car is that wild boar's favorite car. What better weapon to impress a girl than a BMW?" Vivian said, looking at the car.
Seeing Achal's actions, Ronnie's face turned red with anger, and he quickly got out of the car and grabbed Achal by the collar.
The next moment, he punched him in the face and said, "How dare you hit my car? If even a scratch appears on the car, selling you won't even cover the damage! Beggar!"
Seeing the situation unfolding before him, Dhruv quickly went to Achal's aid and stood in Ronnie's way.
"Brother, why so much anger? He only landed one or two punches! And he hit the car, you hit him… it's even! And besides, it's just a car… but if you want to fight, fight me!" Dhruv said to Ronnie with a smile.
Dhruv is in excellent physical condition and has received extensive training in karate and wrestling since childhood. His skills are also quite good, and he can easily defeat Ronnie standing in front of him. Seeing a young man suddenly appear before him, Ronnie became even angrier, "Who are you, man, and why are you interfering?"
Before Dhruv could reply, Rupali intervened, "This is Dhruv, Ronnie, Achal's friend, and he works collecting scrap."
Upon hearing Rupali's words, Ronnie burst into loud laughter and said, looking at the gathered crowd, "Did you hear that, everyone? This scrap collector, junk dealer, foolish boy is saying it's just a car! Tell me, can you even afford this car? Forget the car, it would take you your entire lifetime to buy just one tire of this car. Now get lost."
Hearing Ronnie's words, Rupali and everyone else started laughing. But Dhruv stared at him intently without saying a word.
Seeing that Dhruv did not respond to his questions, Ronnie turned back to Achal and said, "Look, I don't want to get into an argument with scrap collectors like you, nor do I want to create a scene here… you damaged my car, so quietly cough up fifty thousand rupees!"
Everyone was stunned by Ronnie's demand. Many boys in the hostel had never seen so much money together.
Then Ronnie started laughing loudly, "What am I even saying to beggars like you? Your seven generations have never seen such money. You people, seeing your condition, I feel pity, so you people just give 5 thousand rupees and settle the matter here."
Suddenly, Dhruv stepped forward and stood in front of the car and said in a cold voice, "Brother, first tell me, where is your car damaged? If your car is damaged by just one punch, then dude, I think you've brought local junk."
Dhruv's words were like adding fuel to the fire. Kartik immediately pulled him back and said, "Brother, speak less! Looking at his demeanor, it's already clear that these people are going to make mincemeat of Achal today."
Hearing Dhruv's words, Ronnie became even more enraged. This BMW car gave him an advantage in impressing girls, but Dhruv was saying his car was fake. He looked at Rupali and said, "Rupali! Whatever the matter is, you all tell the truth! Tell me, do you want to be with that beggar or with me? Let's put a full stop to this chapter today."
This was no less than a bomb for Rupali. It was true that almost all the girls in college wanted rich boyfriends, but at the same time, they wanted to show everyone that they weren't with them for money, and Rupali was the perfect example of this. Her family condition was not great, but she had a beautiful face. She had always wanted a luxurious life, and her needs were not being met in her relationship with Achal. It was a different matter that Achal tried his best to keep her happy, but today when she saw him with Ronnie, her heart truly broke.
"Dhruv! What does this have to do with you? Who I roam with and who I love should be my choice…" Rupali said fearfully.
"Love? With whom? Boys or their money?" Dhruv said in a contemptuous voice. He had ripped off Rupali's mask and, putting his arm on Achal's shoulder, said, "Brother, listen carefully! Girls who sell their bodies for money are cheap, so there's no need to be upset about her!"
Hearing this, Rupali glared at Dhruv with anger.
By now, a large crowd had gathered, and the fight had even reached the security. As soon as Warden Rajendra heard about the fight, he immediately arrived.
"Dhruv! Achal! What are you two doing? Do you want to gather a crowd and start a fight here?" the warden shouted, approaching them through the crowd.
"Sir! It's not my fault at all! This boy came out of the building and started attacking my car. When I asked these people for compensation for my car, they started fighting with me." Seeing the warden arrive, a cruel and shameless smile appeared on Ronnie's face.
Ronnie's words completely changed the atmosphere. The warden, shouting at Achal and Dhruv, said, "Look at your status at least, you're trying to damage such an expensive car. It will take your whole life to compensate for it. Do you have any sense or not? Quickly end this matter and apologize to him!"
Just as Dhruv was about to reply to the warden, Ronnie pushed him and stepped forward, "Sir! My car is very expensive… if there's even a slight scratch, the whole car has to be repainted. Just an apology won't be enough for this, right?"
Ronnie looked at them with a smile and said, "First, give 5 thousand rupees, and only then will you be able to leave here! If you do something beyond your means, you will have to bear the consequences."
Hearing him, Achal clenched his fists. Seeing this, Dhruv felt very bad for his friends.
But the very next moment, a mischievous smile flickered on Dhruv's face. He cast a cunning glance at the car and asked Ronnie, "How much did you buy this car for?"
Hearing Dhruv's question, Ronnie flinched and stepped back, "What happened? What do you want to do?"
Dhruv said, "You'll know soon enough." Dhruv's expression clearly indicated he was about to do something.
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Seeing the smile on Dhruv's face, Ronnie got nervous and said to the Warden, "Sir, look, he might do something wrong." Just then, Dhruv snatched a hockey stick from some hockey players standing in the crowd and started moving towards Ronnie's car.
Seeing this, the Warden said, "Dhruv, what is this misbehavior? Stop right where you are!"
But Dhruv paid no attention to anyone and went straight to Ronnie's car and hit the headlight with a loud thud.
Ronnie's eyes widened in surprise, "Hey oh beggar, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?"
As Dhruv moved towards the other headlight, he said, "You're very rich, so what does it matter for such a small loss."
The Warden also shouted at Dhruv's friends, "What are you all just standing there watching, stop him."
But Dhruv's friends were also surprised to see Dhruv like this, yet they felt very happy in their hearts.
Before long, Dhruv started moving towards the side mirror. Seeing this, Ronnie was terrified, but seeing the hockey stick in Dhruv's hand, he didn't approach him at all, but shouted from afar, "Someone stop him, he will ruin my car."
Before he could even say that, Dhruv hit the side mirror with a thud, and all the glass of the mirror shattered and scattered on the ground.
Similarly, Dhruv broke the other mirror, and then pulling out a hairpin from Rupali's hair, Dhruv let the air out of all four tires of Ronnie's car.
Then, dropping the hockey stick aside, he stood in front of Ronnie and said, "Now tell me, how much did it cost you?"
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
Ronnie screamed and shouted, "I'm calling the police right now. If I don't get you thrown in jail, my name isn't Ronnie Raizada."
Dhruv, adjusting his hair, said, "You're just saying it, man. Call the police. Hurry up, man."
Just then, the Warden shook Dhruv and said, "What have you done, Dhruv? Now no one can stop you and your friend from being rusticated. You are such bright students and you do such a dirty deed. Now you will leave college and also go to jail."
Saying this, the Warden quickly left to inform the management about this matter, and just then Ronnie called the police.
Seeing this, all of Dhruv's friends were dumbfounded.
As soon as Ronnie saw Dhruv smashing his car, his anger went sky-high, and he called the police to get Dhruv punished.
Hearing the word police, Achal's face turned pale.
Just then, Dhruv said to his three friends, "You guys go from here. I will handle everything here."
Achal stepped forward and said, "This whole problem happened because of me. You go from here, Dhruv. I will take the blame for this. It's not your fault at all; you did everything for me."
Dhruv placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Achal, forget everything for now and do as I say. Trust your friend, nothing will happen."
Then Dhruv looked at Vivvan and Kartik and said, "You guys take Achal from here. I will meet you in the room after sorting everything out here."
The three of them left hearing Dhruv's words, but none of them wanted to leave Dhruv there.
As they left, Dhruv made a phone call, "Reach my location immediately."
It hadn't been long before the siren of a police car was heard, and a police jeep arrived and stopped there.
Even after the police arrived, no worry was visible on Dhruv's face.
Seeing this, Ronnie felt awkward, but he glared at Dhruv and said, "Now I'll break all your arrogance." "You were acting like a big hero, weren't you, Dhruv! Just prepare to be expelled! I won't let you go..." Ronnie said, seeing the police approaching him.
He was not going to let this matter go unaddressed. His entire body was burning with the fire of anger.
Seeing the police, Rupali also seemed to get energized and quickly came in front of Dhruv and shouted at him, "What do you think of yourself! Who gave you the right to interfere in my life? It's my wish whom I stay with, whom I date! Who are you to speak in between? I was a fool for being with Achal before, but he can't give me anything, and that's why I...."
Before Rupali could finish her sentence, the police reached them.
Ronnie quickly went near them and said, "Sir, I was the one who called you. Arrest this scrap dealer, he's the one who did this to my car."
The policemen glanced at the car and seeing the crowd gathered there, shouted, "Hey, everyone get out of here, what kind of spectacle is going on?"
Seeing the police scolding them, all the students scattered.
Then one policeman went near Dhruv and said, "You've got too much fire in you, boy."
Before Dhruv could reply or the policeman could say anything further, a loud screech of tires echoed, and everyone's attention turned towards it.
A Bentley car stopped in front of them.
Ronnie's eyes widened in disbelief seeing that gleaming car.
The next moment, Nikhil emerged from the driver's seat.
Nikhil quickly walked to Dhruv and said, "Chote Sarkar! I was nearby for some work and came straight here as soon as I got your call... Tell me, what's the matter?"
The policeman recognized Nikhil upon seeing him, "Oh, Nikhil ji, you here and this?" the policeman said, looking at Dhruv.
Nikhil shook hands with the policeman and said, "This is Chote Sarkar."
Hearing this, the policeman was dumbfounded and quickly said to Dhruv, "Apologies, but we didn't recognize you."
Dhruv replied with a slight smile, "It's okay."
Meanwhile, seeing Nikhil there, Ronnie stood there stunned. The man's face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. And the most astonishing thing for him was that this man was calling Dhruv 'Chote Sarkar.' The Dhruv, whom Ronnie had called a scrap dealer, a ragpicker, just a little while ago.
Rupali was also stunned seeing all this unfold before her. She glanced at Nikhil and said with contempt, "Wow! Have you roped in the circus performers now? How much did you pay him?"
"Shut your nonsense!" Ronnie said to Rupali in a cold voice and, with a smile on his face, turned to Nikhil, "I think I know you, but I can't recall, Mr....?"
It was very rare to see Ronnie speak to someone with such respect. Although he was a bit arrogant, seeing Nikhil's attire, he could guess that this person was no ordinary man.
"Hello! I am Nikhil Patwal! Chairman of SB Groups!" Nikhil said, smiling.
"SB Groups...!" Ronnie was stunned to hear this name. He felt his legs give out.
SB Group is one of the top companies in India. Their business is not just in Mumbai but all over the country and abroad. More than half of the assets in Mumbai belong to them. Ronnie felt as if his breath had caught in his throat. He held Rupali's hand with trembling hands and said, "Rupa... check their profile..."
Rupali understood what he meant. She immediately took out her phone, Googled, and with surprise, showed her phone screen to Ronnie. In the photo of the Chairman of SB Group was none other than Nikhil, who was standing right in front of them.
Ronnie and Rupali were stunned. They didn't understand what to say next. The matter was crystal clear. They were not in a position to mess with Nikhil, and they had picked a fight with Dhruv, who was Nikhil's boss too!
To be continued
After knowing Dhruv's true identity, how will people's behavior towards him change, and will he forgive those who always treated him unfairly considering him poor, or will he seek revenge from everyone one by one? Do let us know your thoughts in the comments, and how is this story progressing?
Whether it was Ronnie or Rupali, neither could understand how a scrap dealer boy could be so rich.
"Nikhil! I broke his car today… and his car should be worth around fifty lakh rupees…" Dhruv said to Nikhil in an emotionless tone.
"But I can't express my anger… What do you think I should do? How about we destroy his entire family business?"
Upon hearing Dhruv's words, even the police officers were stunned for a moment.
"No! You can't do that!" Ronnie's eyes widened in shock. If Dhruv is truly the boss of SB Group, this wouldn't be a big deal for him. He didn't know what to do to calm Dhruv down. He was even ready to beg at his feet and apologize to appease him.
First, Ronnie told the police officers, "Sir, please leave. I don't want to complain about anyone. Thank you for coming here."
The police officers also knew that no one would want to mess with such influential people, and then, looking at Nikhil and Dhruv, they said, "We'll be going. Let us know if you need anything."
Looking at Nikhil, Dhruv said, "Nikhil! Give him his fifty lakh rupees and get me the complete details of his family! I will bring these people down to the streets!"
Ronnie's heart sank upon hearing Dhruv's words. He had already understood that he had poked his nose where no one could save him.
Meanwhile, Rupali became even more nervous seeing this. She had no understanding of business; rather, she just enjoyed hanging out with rich boys to fulfill her needs. Little did she know that the boy she considered a mere lamp was actually a burning sun. Seeing Ronnie's state, she understood that her worth was not even equal to Dhruv's shoe.
Suddenly, surprising everyone, Ronnie fell to his knees, bowed his head, and apologized, "Nikhil ji! Dhruv sir! I know I made a huge mistake. I shouldn't have opened my mouth and should have thought before speaking. Please forgive me! I am truly ashamed of my mistake."
"There's no need for all this drama! When you take advantage of others' weaknesses, why do you forget that a time may come when you yourself become helpless!" Dhruv cast a cold glance at Ronnie and Rupali. If it had been about him, he might have forgiven them, but these people had troubled his friends. How could he let them go?
Ronnie knew he couldn't argue with Dhruv and so he silently got up and said, "Dhruv sir! From today onwards, I will be your slave! Please forgive me!"
Seeing his sycophantic face, Dhruv himself started feeling uncomfortable.
"Nikhil! First, find me a secretary! I will handle these small matters myself. I don't want you to be troubled again and again because of me, leaving your work and rushing to me," Dhruv said to Nikhil, ignoring Ronnie's flattery, and headed straight for the hostel.
He had walked only a couple of steps when something struck him, and he suddenly turned back towards Ronnie and Rupali.
"If either of you talks about today to anyone, don't blame me for the consequences!"
Rupali and Ronnie had nothing to say. They had already understood that Dhruv was beyond their league. Although Rupali didn't want to keep this a secret, seeing Ronnie turn into a meek cat, she also lost her courage and swallowed nervously out of fear.
Dhruv then paid them no further attention and started walking towards the hostel with Nikhil.
"Chhote Sarkar! Do you need my help in punishing these people?" Nikhil asked Dhruv as they walked.
"You don't need to worry about these minor things. I will handle all these small matters myself. In fact, you have a special task for me. I don't know much about our business in Mumbai, so I will need your help in organizing it." Dhruv had finally returned to his true self, ready to handle his responsibilities. If he wanted to prove himself as the heir to the family business, he would have to spread his wings quickly and show everyone his capabilities.
Hearing him, a smile spread across Nikhil's face, and he said, "Chhote Sarkar! You have matured! Your dad will be very happy to hear this."
"Alright! Now you go and keep a low profile. If I need anything, I will come to you!" Dhruv said goodbye to Nikhil with a smile.
Dhruv was still halfway to his hostel room when Ronnie somehow got his number and called him.
"Dhruv sir! I will go to the warden and handle the entire matter. You guys don't need to worry. I don't even need the money for the car…"
"You have to take the money for the car… This is now a matter of my honor, and fifty lakh rupees is not a big deal for me," Dhruv said, ending the call.
He had now reached the hostel. He went straight to his room and found Achal lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Vivvan and Kartik were sitting on the chairs in front.
"Brother! The warden called me… they are not giving us any punishment," Dhruv said, sitting next to him.
"What?" Achal jumped up from the bed upon hearing Dhruv's words. "Brother, are you not lying to pacify me? Are we really not getting punished?" Achal had been thinking about this ever since he returned from the warden's room. It was very difficult for him to move on with life after what happened today, and now there was a threat of being rusticated from college. But hearing Dhruv now, he felt a little relieved.
"Okay, then let's go out somewhere…" Dhruv said with a smile.
Suddenly, Achal jumped up and came in front of Dhruv, staring at him, "Brother, I am truly ashamed of what happened today. But I think you were wrong not to hide your real identity from us."
Hearing Achal's words, Dhruv's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt trapped.
Dhruv asked nervously, "What truth?"
Achal burst out laughing, "Oh, for fooling the warden. I thought only others could fool you, but you've surpassed them, man."
Hearing Achal, everyone started laughing.
Then Vivvan interrupted, "Come on, enough joking. Let's go out to eat. I'll take you to a very good place where the seafood is very tasty."
Dhruv looked at him and said, "Which place?"
Vivvan sighed and said, "A place where the waitresses are girls, and they are very hot and beautiful."
Then Kartik slapped Vivvan on the head and said, "And he knows about this place because he works there part-time."
Upon hearing this, everyone started laughing, and they all agreed to go to that place.
A short while later, the four friends stood outside a restaurant with a large board that read, "Deepa Bar and Restaurant."
The four friends took a corner table in the restaurant.
After a while, a very beautiful girl came to their table to take their order. Dhruv placed the order with the waitress, and then he noticed that Kartik's gaze was fixed on the waitress.
"I didn't know you liked staring at girls like this!" Dhruv said, laughing at Kartik after the waitress left.
"You won't understand, man. She's from our college's law department. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also a top scorer," Kartik told him.
"But she's from a poor family, so she works here part-time to cover her expenses."
"Our brother has been after her for a long time, but she doesn't pay him any attention…," Vivvan said, laughing and shrugging his shoulders.
To be continued…
8
In a short while, the girl placed their beer mugs on their table.
"Drink up, man! There's no need to be like Devdas…” Vivaan said as he passed a bottle of beer to Achal. Everyone knows that Rupali broke Achal's heart and made a big mistake, but now what can they do except try to make Achal understand?
Achal picked up the bottle and drank more than half of it in one breath.
"I've already thought about it... And there are not fewer girls for me." Achal said, but Dhruv could recognize the hidden pain in his voice. He had also gone through these situations before. He knows well how much it hurts when the heart breaks.
"Leave that and eat this seafood…" Dhruv said, diverting everyone's attention.
But just then, the noise coming from the front caught everyone's attention. As soon as they looked in that direction, they saw that the same waitress who was serving them was also serving some boys at a table. But when one of the boys tried to force her to sit with him, the girl poured the hot food on the table over him, and the boy started screaming in pain.
The man looked like a fat rhino, and his body was still shaking. It was clear that he had suffered a lot.
"That girl is Rani Chenamma, man!" Dhruv exclaimed, staring at the waitress in surprise. Suddenly, a wave of respect for this girl arose in his heart. But his mind immediately warned him that it was better to stay away from such a girl.
Soon, the waitress brought another order on two large plates and placed it on their table. Then she started wiping the dirty table next to them. There was no emotion or worry on her face. Dhruv kept staring at her, and his amazement knew no bounds.
"Brother, don't say that you also like her! You shouldn't be disloyal to your wife and friends…” Kartik said in a low voice, staring at Dhruv, who had seen him continuously staring at the girl.
"Why are you thinking so much, man? Stop talking nonsense…” Dhruv laughed loudly.
"You don't have to worry! Even if I like any girl in the world, I won't date this girl. I've seen her cleanliness... I don't want a girlfriend who can break my limbs at any moment.”
Everyone started laughing after hearing Dhruv's words.
It hadn't taken them much time to eat and drink when suddenly the whole restaurant became quiet. It seemed as if a silence like a crematorium had spread there. Dhruv was stunned.
He turned his neck and saw that some goon-like people were standing at the restaurant's entrance, and their faces had brutal expressions. As soon as they entered, they started causing some destruction, and every man in the restaurant looked scared. Except for Dhruv, who had no fear or frown on his face.
As they came in, Dhruv understood that they were just pretentious. Their bodies showed that they hadn't received any special training. Dhruv smiled as he scanned them. After scanning them, Dhruv didn't pay any attention to them and lifted his glass from the table and emptied it in one breath.
Seeing Dhruv's calm behavior, his friends also breathed a sigh of relief. They thought that maybe the people they had dealt with today, Ronnie and his car, might be related to these people. But when they saw Dhruv relaxed, they also became relaxed. After all, they knew Dhruv's fighting skills.
Then, one of the goons said to the man sitting near the cash counter, "Yes, brother! Who is it who wants to die? I heard there's a new girl here, and she beat my brother. If you want to save your business, bring that girl before me!”
This goon was none other than the leader of the goons who had come there. His voice was so powerful that despite not wanting to, everyone's eyes moved towards the waitress. Dhruv stopped eating and started looking at the goons.
Then Vivaan started speaking after reading Dhruv's face, "Brother! This man is a local goon... He extorts money from people here with the help of his gang. As far as I know, they have come here to collect money. So... there's no need to be scared!”
Vivaan told them. He had worked part-time in this hotel before, so he knew them well.
"I said, bring the girl who beat my brother to me…” The leader of the goons shouted again, and the face of the man sitting at the counter fell. He knew these goons were thugs and had come here to cheat. He glanced at his customers; there were only students and teachers from around here, and he didn't expect any help from them.
Before anyone could say anything, the waitress threw her cloth and asked, staring at them, "Who are you people, and what do you want? What's the point of this spectacle?”
No one present had expected that the girl herself would come forward and talk to these goons. The girl's personality was very impressive, and Dhruv let out an exhalation.
"Brother, what's this girl's name?" Dhruv asked Kartik in a low voice.
"What? Brother, don't say that you like her too! She's your sister-in-law.” Kartik said, annoyed and surprised.
"Brother, you're misunderstanding! If there's any problem here, at least we can contact each other…."
"And don't you think this is your chance to be a hero and save her?”
"Oh, man! I didn't think of that…” Kartik smiled foolishly. He was already thinking in his mind how to beat up these goons and impress the girl. Then he suddenly came to his senses and said, "Her name is Shreya!”
The leader of the goons tightened his grip on the neck of the man sitting at the counter and smiled menacingly. He said, "See, boss! One of your employees beat my brother badly... So I have to take the expense of his treatment from you. Isn't it?”
The girl, Shreya, became enraged by this absurd demand and said, "Leave him and what's the point of talking to him? If your brother got hurt that much, take him to the hospital and get him treated. I'm ready to pay his hospital bill, but you won't get a single paisa from here.”
Dhruv silently exhaled again after hearing Shreya's words. According to him, by saying this, Shreya had cut her own foot. Because for such people, it was not a difficult task to make a fake medical report, and Shreya would get trapped in their trap.
On the other hand, the goons' eyes sparkled after hearing Shreya's words, and their leader smiled and said, "So, you're the girl who burned my brother. I'll show you now.”
Then Shreya also moved towards him quickly and said, “Why should only your brother go to the hospital? I'll give him company and send you too.”
At the same time, the goon left the cashier and said, “I'll take care of you. If my brother were okay, I would teach you a lesson right now, but it's more necessary to take him to the hospital. First, I'll get him treated, and then I'll bring the bill form and put it in your hands, and then I'll talk to you.”
Dhruv's face filled with anger after hearing the goon's words, and he stood up from his table, which made all his friends startled.
Kartik held his hand and asked, "Brother, what are you going to do?”
"Nothing, I just want to teach them a little lesson…” Dhruv exhaled coldly and stood between the goons and Shreya.
"Okay! If you want to go to the hospital, first, we need to take a photo of this guy so that you don't cheat us later.”
To be continued...
Dhruv smiled, staring at the leader of the goons and said, "Alright! If you guys want to go to the hospital, we'll have to take a picture of this guy first, so you can't betray us later."
Seeing Dhruv's physique, a little fear crept into the goons' minds, but still, he arrogantly said,
"Who are you, man? And why are you interfering in our business?"
"I told you, first we'll take a photo of that man, and then we'll go to the hospital with you..." Dhruv said in a cold voice, looking into the goon's eyes.
"Who the hell are you to butt in?" Suddenly hearing Dhruv's words, the leader of the goons flared up and threw a punch at Dhruv.
But his speed wasn't enough to hurt Dhruv.
Dhruv gently raised his hand, grabbed the goon's arm, and twisted it.
There was a "crack" sound, and the goon's arm bone broke, and along with it, his face turned pale.
Seeing this, Shreya and Dhruv's other friends were also surprised.
Dhruv was enjoying his meal at the restaurant with his friends when those goons arrived and started causing a commotion.
Dhruv couldn't stand to see this and got up to go towards them when his friends asked him,
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I just need to teach them a little lesson..." Dhruv sighed coolly and stood between the goons and Shreya.
"Alright! If you guys want to go to the hospital, we'll have to take a picture of this guy first, so you can't betray us later," Dhruv said, smiling and staring at the goon leader.
"Who are you, man? And why are you interfering in our business?" Seeing Dhruv's physique, a little fear crept into the goon's mind, but still, he arrogantly said.
"Who I am is not important, but what I said, that we'll take a photo of this man first and then we'll go to the hospital with you, is important..." Dhruv said in a cold voice, looking into the goon's eyes.
"Who the hell are you to butt in?" Suddenly hearing Dhruv's words, the leader of the goons flared up and threw a punch at Dhruv, but his speed was too low to hurt Dhruv.
Dhruv gently raised his hand, grabbed the goon's arm, and twisted it.
There was a 'crack' sound, and the goon's arm bone broke, and along with it, his face turned pale.
"You... you broke my arm?" the goon screamed in pain and anger, and at the same time, two of his men stepped forward to support him.
"Boss! Are you okay?" the two men asked their leader, and at the same time, the man Shreya had beaten ran quickly from outside.
Looking at his condition, it didn't seem like he would be injured in any way.
"We are going to the hospital now! Right?" Dhruv taunted them, "It seems like we'll have to, otherwise I'm afraid if we delay, your hand might have to be amputated!"
The man's palm was swollen and he was screaming in pain.
Dhruv quickly turned around and looked at Kartik, and at the same time, Kartik understood what Dhruv wanted.
He also quickly left his table, came to Dhruv, and said,
"Brother, let's take him to the hospital quickly!"
Meanwhile, Shreya was shocked to see Dhruv breaking the goon's hand.
She hadn't expected the situation to change like this.
For a while, she didn't react, but then, suddenly, she flared up at Dhruv in anger and said,
"Who are you people? This is my problem, and I can handle it well! Why are you interfering?"
"We are not interfering, madam! This monkey is making unnecessary noise, and I don't like noisy people..." Dhruv glared at Shreya and said.
He understood that this girl was very short-tempered and would definitely take revenge, even though he had done all this to help her.
Hearing Dhruv's reply, Kartik was initially surprised and glared at him angrily, but then, softening his voice, he said to Shreya,
"Look, we should go to the hospital first. We'll have plenty of time to discuss the situation there!"
Hearing Kartik's words, Shreya glanced at him and nodded in agreement after thinking for a moment.
"Okay! You guys go outside and arrange for a taxi. I have something to do, I'll finish it and come," Shreya said and moved towards the counter.
Dhruv walked out of the restaurant towards the road.
This was the first time he felt how important it was for a person to have their own personal car.
Soon, a car stopped in front of him, and Dhruv looked at the car in surprise.
Kartik, Vivian, Shreya, and the goon leader were already sitting in that taxi.
Dhruv also opened the car door and sat in the front seat.
"City Central Hospital!" Dhruv told the driver his destination as soon as he got in the car.
"Wh-what do you want to do? Look, I don't feel right... I'm not going with you..." the goon leader said in a faltering voice.
None of his men were with him, and this fact was scaring him even more.
They had wanted to take advantage of Shreya, but he didn't know that in this attempt, his hand would be broken.
In a short while, the taxi stopped outside City Central Hospital, and Dhruv and his friends got out of the car, but the man remained seated in the car.
"Don't you need a check-up? Get out of the car quickly, or it won't be good for you..." Seeing his behavior, Dhruv was furious.
"Y-you... you are standing too close to the car, how can I get out?" the goon said in a frightened voice.
"Get out quickly, or else..." As Dhruv shouted, the man no longer had the courage to stay in the car and quietly got out.
He was groaning in pain, but he didn't dare to make any sound, and in this attempt, his face looked very strange.
Dhruv took out his wallet to pay the driver, but Shreya stopped him,
"I'll pay!"
Dhruv looked at Shreya, and he was surprised.
All she had was a small bag, and in it, only a few hundred rupees were visible.
From it, she gave the driver a hundred and fifty rupees for the fare.
Dhruv understood that even though Shreya was a poor girl, she was full of self-respect, so he didn't dare to stop her.
Soon, Dhruv and everyone else arrived outside the hospital's emergency room.
Doctors were treating the goon inside the room.
The hospital was quite good.
They first took an X-ray of the goon's wrist and then started his treatment.
"Look! I broke his hand, so I should pay the bill too!" Dhruv told Shreya outside the emergency room.
He thought that Shreya wouldn't refuse him if he said this.
But Shreya looked up at him and said with a smile,
"Thank you very much for helping me out, but let me pay the bill!"
"You are from the Law Department, aren't you? So didn't you realize they were lying to you and trying to extort money?" Dhruv looked at Shreya with surprise.
In his opinion, a law student shouldn't be so dumb.
Hearing Dhruv's words, Shreya smiled and said,
"I know you... and I also know that for you, this bill amount will be very large."
"Man, she still thinks I'm a scrap dealer!" Dhruv laughed inwardly.
It was a simple matter that since he hadn't revealed his true identity to anyone, people would still think of him as a scrap dealer.
Suddenly, Dhruv's phone rang, and an unknown number flashed on the screen.
Seeing the new number, he was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled and said to Shreya,
"I'll be back in a minute..."
After that, he turned and went to the other end of the corridor and picked up the call.
Along with it, a girl's thin and chirpy voice fell into his ears,
"Mr. Rathore! It's me!"
Dhruv found the voice familiar, but he couldn't remember who it could be, but since he was called Mr. Rathore, it was obviously someone from Nikhil's circle.
"I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you!" Dhruv said, trying to recall the owner of the voice.
To be continued
A girl's thin and chirpy voice fell on his ears, "Mr. Rathore! It's me!"
Dhruv found the voice familiar, but he couldn't remember who it could be. However, since he was addressed as Mr. Rathore, it was obviously the voice of one of Nikhil's people.
"Excuse me, but I didn't recognize you!" Dhruv said, trying to recall the owner of the voice.
"Mr. Rathore! You didn't recognize me? It's Kalpana!" came the sound of the girl's laughter from the other side.
"Oh!" Dhruv finally reacted.
The last time he met Kalpana, she had insulted him quite a bit.
Dhruv remembered everything, but he calmed himself and asked,
"What is it?"
"Nikhil sir has appointed me as your secretary!"
"What?" Dhruv was shocked.
Although Kalpana was a smart and capable girl, she was clearly not Dhruv's first choice for a secretary.
But Dhruv somehow managed to calm himself.
This was not the time to think about such things.
"Alright! Then come to City Center Hospital right away. I have a task for you."
Dhruv is sitting on a bench at City Central Hospital.
His face shows confusion, and he is watching Kartik talk to Shreya.
While Kartik is trying to impress Shreya, Shreya's annoyance is clearly visible on her face, as if she's telling him to shut up if he has nothing sensible to say!
Kartik also felt Shreya's indifference, and his face fell.
He started feeling embarrassed and looked to Dhruv for help.
"Kartik! You know that photography competition happening in your college? I think Shreya would be a suitable model for it. I think you should make Shreya your model. You both can share the winning amount." Dhruv said, exhaling deeply.
Hearing Dhruv's words, Kartik's eyes widened, but then he immediately agreed with Dhruv, saying,
"Yes Shreya! I think you are the perfect model!"
"Photography competition?" Shreya exclaimed in surprise, "But I haven't heard of any such competition? Are you guys lying?"
"Hey, we're telling the truth!" Kartik said, trying to handle the situation, "I had forgotten about it, but now that Dhruv mentioned it, I remember again. The prize money is ten thousand rupees… When I go back, I'll find the pamphlet and send it to you. Oh! But we don't have each other's numbers, do we?"
Saying this, he took out his phone and typed a message to Dhruv on it,
"Brother, is this competition for real? You didn't just make it up, did you? Where will they get the money from?"
Dhruv took his phone and typed on it,
"Don't worry! We'll organize the competition in college…"
After typing this, Dhruv returned his phone and then his gaze fell on Kalpana, standing at the end of the corridor.
Kalpana is very smart, and to avoid disturbing Dhruv, she waits for him at the end of the corner.
Seeing Kalpana, Dhruv stood up and excused himself to go to the washroom.
Kalpana also pretended to be looking for a ward and followed him.
And while walking, she excitedly asked,
"Chote Sarkar! What task do you want me to do?"
Dhruv narrated the entire incident of the day to her and said,
"I want you to teach these three a good lesson… Can you do it?"
"Of course, I can! Don't worry, after today, none of them will bother you again."
"Okay! Then come back only after I leave from here…" Dhruv said with a smile and turned to leave, but as soon as he reached the corner, he saw Kartik looking around with a strange expression on his face, searching for something.
"Kartik! What happened? What are you looking for?" Dhruv tried his best to remain calm.
"Brother, did you see that? The girl who just left here, she's Tanishq's elder sister."
"What?" Dhruv was stunned by Kartik's words.
He had never imagined that Kalpana would be Tanishq's elder sister.
"You're talking about the girl who just left here looking for a ward!" he asked Kartik again to confirm.
Hearing that Kalpana is Tanishq's sister, Dhruv was surprised and after a while, left the hospital for college with everyone else.
The doctor has put a plaster on the goon's palm.
Before coming out of the emergency room, he nervously peeked out from the doorway to see if Dhruv and the others were still there, but instead of Dhruv and the others, there was only a tall, beautiful girl standing there.
As soon as the girl's eyes fell on him, she smiled and said,
"Do you still intend to fight with Chote Sarkar? It seems you don't value your life. Remember that today's matter ends here, and if you are ever seen near Chote Malik again, don't blame us for whatever happens."
The girl's tone was very condescending, and angered by it, the man was about to say something when the girl took out a card from her purse and handed it to him,
"You have another choice. Follow Chote Malik and bring me every piece of news related to him, don't miss even the smallest detail… Understand?"
Seeing the debit card in the girl's hand, the man swallowed and said,
"Are you kidding me? How much money is in this card?"
"Of course, you might think I'm lying, but for your information, there are twenty lakh rupees in this card. If you work for me, you will get paid periodically."
"Really?" The man was shocked by the girl's words.
He understood by now that Dhruv was no ordinary man.
"Okay! I will conduct a proper investigation and inform you immediately if anything happens to him." He took the card from the girl's hand.
Dhruv, Kartik, and Shreya are on their way together.
Kartik nervously looks at Shreya, trying hard to find a decent topic to talk about.
But Shreya doesn't seem very interested in any of his topics.
Suddenly, she let out a deep sigh and said in a calm voice,
"Kartik! I know what you think of me, but I don't have any feelings for you. Right now, I only want to focus on my studies."
Kartik felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.
Feeling embarrassed, he tried to salvage the situation by saying,
"I… I just… I just want to be friends with you!"
"Look! I don't have any problems, but I REALLY DON'T LIKE PEOPLE WHO WASTE THEIR TIME…" Shreya's voice had no emotion, "Seeing your dark circles, it seems you stay up all night, and your finger is constantly trembling. I think you're controlling the mouse all the time. And if you combine these two points, in my opinion, you play computer games all the time. And I don't like such people at all."
Shreya is absolutely right that Kartik plays computer games all night.
Although he is a loyal person, gaming is his biggest weakness.
Kartik wants to cry his heart out, but tears don't come.
He looked at Dhruv with pained eyes, hoping he would say something good about him, but unfortunately, it wasn't the right time.
They have reached the college campus, and the driver has stopped the car in front of the gate.
As the three of them got out of the car, they noticed two dark shadows standing by the roadside.
Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be Vivvan and Achal.
Vivvan is constantly trying to console Achal, while disappointment is clearly visible on Achal's face.
His cheeks are badly red, and he is mumbling something incoherently, seemingly drunk.
When Vivvan's eyes fell on Dhruv and Kartik, he sighed with relief,
"Thank God you both are here. Please, man, save me from this madman…"
Dhruv and Kartik both quickly moved towards them.
Dhruv noticed that Achal had also vomited on Vivvan's shirt, and it was the same shirt Dhruv had gifted them.
"Man, he's gone crazy. I've been trying to reason with him since then, but he's not ready to listen to anything," Vivvan said helplessly.
"I'm leaving…," Shreya said, seeing Achal's condition.
She couldn't tolerate such people, who don't even know where to behave.
Kartik wants to escort her to her dorm, but given the current situation, he has no other option but to stay here.
To be continued
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Kartik wished he could escort her to her dormitory, but given the current situation, he had no choice but to stay put.
"Okay, you go... And yes! Be careful!" he said to Shreya, reluctantly.
Shreya didn't say anything. She just nodded in agreement and turned towards her dormitory.
Suddenly, Achal slapped Vivian across the face, "You damn wild boar! I've never met a more despicable person in my life!"
"Move aside for a minute..." Dhruv said, letting out a deep sigh, and landed a sharp punch on Achal's stomach.
"Aahh..." Achal doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach, and started vomiting again.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Vivvan and Kartik were shocked to see Dhruv attack Achal.
"Let him vomit... it'll clear his head." Dhruv's eyes turned cold. "If he doesn't even have the courage for this, then his life is worthless..."
Hearing Dhruv's words, Vivvan and Kartik fell silent. They both knew that it was important for Achal to regain consciousness at this moment.
Suddenly, the smell of alcohol and meat filled the air.
Achal vomited for what felt like an eternity. As soon as he stopped, he unexpectedly got up and grabbed Dhruv's throat.
Dhruv pushed him away forcefully and shouted at him, "Achal! Come to your senses! You've ruined yourself for a girl who is not worth anything. Do you know what they call girls who sell their bodies for money?"
"Shut your mouth!" Achal screamed in anger, and then his scream suddenly turned into sobs, "I'm not like you, man... I knew this would happen someday, and I tried hard to avoid it because I didn't want this!"
"Have courage, brother! You deserve a much better girl than her." Dhruv said, patting Achal's shoulder, and turned to go back to his room.
He had barely reached the college gate when he bumped into Varsha. Upon seeing him, Varsha became furious and threatened, "It would be best if you guys don't create any drama here in the hostel... If Rupali doesn't like you, what will you achieve by forcing her? Stay away from Rupali... understood!"
Hearing Varsha's words, Dhruv's eyes filled with anger, and he thundered, "Shut your mouth, or you'll face my wrath."
"Don't think you can order me around just because you saw me doing something wrong that day." Varsha said, stamping her foot. "I don't care about that..." Dhruv said dismissively and started to go inside, ignoring Varsha. He had dealt with many different kinds of people over the years and didn't have the energy to deal with another clown.
Varsha wanted to follow him, but her steps halted when she saw Dhruv heading towards the boys' hostel. She noticed a significant change in Dhruv compared to the last few days. She shook her head and started to leave. As she stepped out of the college gate, a car stopped in front of her. It was Sameer's car. She had known for a long time that Sameer liked her, but she didn't have any feelings for him. If Sameer hadn't arrived on time last time, who knows what the drunken Dhruv might have done to her. Moreover, her father's debt had been cleared by an unknown person, and Varsha was convinced it was Sameer's doing. Dhruv watched from a distance as Varsha smiled and got into a black Audi. Obviously, Varsha didn't know that her secret benefactor was none other than Dhruv, but it didn't matter much now. He had far more important things to do.
It was dark, and the moon was casting its silvery glow from the sky. Suddenly, Dhruv noticed a man standing in the darkness. The man's face was not clearly visible, but his black suit made Dhruv realize that he was someone connected to his family. As Dhruv was thinking about the man, the man approached him.
"Young master! It seems you are enjoying your leisurely life here too." A sly smile spread across the man's face, giving Dhruv an uneasy feeling. Dhruv became very alert and asked the man, "Who are you?"
"How do I answer that?" the man said, looking at his watch. "It's been a long time! You should go back and rest. If you face any difficulties, I will return."
Dhruv wanted to ask him something, but the man disappeared into the darkness.
Dhruv also went back to his room and slept.
The next morning, as soon as Dhruv woke up, a thought consumed him, so he immediately called Nikhil. Nikhil picked up the phone promptly, "Young master! How are you remembering me so early in the morning..."
"A strange man met me last night, and I think there's something wrong with him. I think I recognize him, but I can't recall anything..."
"Perhaps he's from an enemy family... Perhaps they want to harm you?" Nikhil's words made Dhruv feel as if they weren't surprised. Instead, there was laughter in their voice. He knew the Singhania family well. In a way, the Singhania family was second only to the Rathore family and considered the Rathore family their enemy.
Hearing the Singhania family mentioned again after so many years, he was completely shocked.
"Young master! Did you like the secretary I sent for you?"
"That's not the point, young master!" Nikhil continued, "I found out that a boy named Tanishq was troubling you at college, so I sent Kalpana to you. You might not know, but Kalpana is Tanishq's elder sister."
Dhruv felt as if Nikhil already knew a lot about him, and the recent coincidences were not just coincidences but calculated moves by Nikhil. Dhruv felt that he couldn't fully figure out Nikhil yet.
For some reason, while talking to Nikhil, Dhruv started to suspect him.
Nikhil's prior knowledge that Tanishq was troubling Dhruv, and then assigning Tanishq's sister Kalpana as Dhruv's secretary, astonished Dhruv.
"Nikhil! I had discussed a plan to support young artists with you... Do you remember?" Dhruv changed the subject.
"Yes, young master, but this plan has been on hold for a long time. The biggest problem is that we haven't found any real artists yet. All the artists' work is just ordinary."
"If that's the case, you should restart the plan!" Dhruv said softly, "I have found a suitable candidate for you."
The Rathore family had no shortage of power, but now they had planned to invest in arts and culture, and therefore they were investing heavily in education. The biggest advantage of this was that, besides money and power, they could also gain respect from people. Wealthy people generally had no shortage of respect, but if a wealthy person invested in social causes, their reputation would grow manifold, along with their wealth.
Nikhil was also very excited about this. "Young master! Actually, I have a great personal interest in this plan, and now that you have given the order, I will start working on this plan immediately. I have already gathered funds for it."
"If that's the case, then let's have a modern art exhibition in our college..." A smile appeared on Dhruv's lips. "And it would be even better if you collaborate with the Academy of Arts."
Hearing Dhruv's words, Nikhil was delighted. The university's Academy of Arts was indeed very good. In the past few years, this academy had produced many talented artists, so Nikhil readily agreed.
As soon as Dhruv came out of the dormitory, he noticed Tanishq's Audi. Tanishq and Tara were sitting in the car, but Dhruv ignored them and walked past.
"Oh, look who's here... Zille Ilahi Dhruv Rathore..."
To be continued
As Dhruv came out of the dormitory, his eyes fell on Tanishq's Audi car. Tanishq and Tara were both sitting in the car, but Dhruv ignored them and moved on.
"Oh, look who's going… His Majesty Dhruv Rathore…"
Tanishq taunted, rolling down his car window.
"I hear you've become quite adept at causing trouble these days. Even Ronnie is scared of you, and I heard you guys are going to divide your girlfriends too." Tanishq laughed, mocking Dhruv.
"Come on, baby! A poor man's cycle always gets a flat tire!" Tara joined in the laughter with Tanishq.
When Dhruv, Tanishq, and Tara looked, they found Kalpana standing there. Kalpana was wearing a pink suit today, and her makeup suited her well.
Seeing Kalpana there, Dhruv chuckled inwardly. He wanted to see how these two siblings would deal with each other.
As soon as Tanishq saw Kalpana, his demeanor changed instantly, and he smiled apologetically, saying, "Di! What are you doing here?"
Hearing this, Dhruv, along with Tanishq and Tara, were stunned.
"Di! Have you gone mad?" Tanishq shouted in surprise, "Do you even know who he is? He's the biggest pauper in college. He earns his living by collecting trash here. Even his fees are paid by his friends!"
Hearing Tanishq's words, Kalpana's face turned red with anger. She didn't know Dhruv lived his life like this here, but she knew very well that he was very wealthy, and Tanishq had no idea of his wealth. And Kalpana was not willing to let this rich brat slip away at any cost.
"Kalpana! I'm sorry, but I can't date you, nor did I ever promise you this. Right?" Dhruv said, pulling his hand away.
Seeing this, Tanishq's jaw dropped in shock, and he exclaimed, "Didi! What the hell is going on?"
Kalpana was also surprised by Dhruv's behavior. She thought she had pushed Dhruv into a situation where he had no choice but to agree to her. But she had never imagined that Dhruv would reject her so publicly.
"Okay! He didn't promise me anything, but I love him. What's wrong with that? Can't I love someone?" Kalpana said, trying to compose herself. Just then, her eyes fell on Tara, who was sitting in the car. She was very angry at this moment and unleashed all her anger on Tara.
"Who is sitting in your car? She looks like a streetwalker… I'm telling you now, stay away from this girl, her behavior doesn't seem right to me."
"Di! She's my girlfriend… You can't talk to her like that…" Tanishq said, suppressing his anger with displeasure.
He couldn't afford to anger Kalpana by showing his displeasure, as all his comforts and luxuries came from Kalpana's pocket.
But hearing Kalpana's words, Tara flared up, "You're Tanishq's sister, aren't you? I don't think you need to be so arrogant. All the property of the Rathore family is going to Tanishq, so you shouldn't interfere in his matters…"
Hearing this kind of talk, Dhruv laughed. In his eyes, Tara was nothing more than a foolish and greedy girl, and perhaps that's why, even after so long, she hadn't realized that Tanishq's entire expenses were borne by his sister. And by saying anything bad to her, she was shooting herself in the foot.
As he had fully expected, upon hearing Tara's words, Kalpana lashed out at her. Dhruv now had no interest in this Mahabharata, so he started laughing loudly and moved forward.
Seeing Dhruv mocking him, Tara's anger reached its peak.
Escaping their argument, Dhruv headed straight towards the college building. As soon as he reached the entrance of the college building, he saw a girl standing, staring intently at the college building, holding a stick in her hand. The girl was wearing dark glasses, and Dhruv quickly realized she couldn't see.
"Can I help you with anything?" Dhruv asked politely, approaching the girl.
Hearing Dhruv's words, the girl seemed startled. She was clearly scared and asked in a trembling voice, "Can you tell me how to get to the South Gate?"
There were many cars parked on the way to the South Gate. So, showing courtesy, Dhruv smiled and said, "I'll take you there!"
Hearing Dhruv's words, the girl smiled, "Thank you, thank you so much! You must be a good person."
Dhruv took the girl's hand, holding her stick, and started walking forward, supporting her. There were a lot of cars parked in the college today, and finally, Mihir found an empty path and reached a quiet spot where no one was around. Just then, Dhruv felt something was wrong with his hand.
He turned and looked at the girl, and his surprise knew no bounds. He saw that the girl was folding her stick and had stopped walking.
"And who are you?" Dhruv retorted.
He had practiced many fighting skills since childhood and was confident that he could easily handle this girl. Even if he could avoid this fight, he wanted to fight.
The girl smiled and said, "You're quite a kind-hearted man, but goodness is a weakness of man that we exploit."
The girl looked at the stick in her hand, at the bottom corner of which something resembling a magnet was visible. Suddenly, the girl attacked Dhruv with the stick, but Dhruv jumped backward. Just then, his eyes fell on two people standing behind him, who had completely covered themselves with black cloth.
Dhruv hesitated no longer and tried to kick the girl, but the girl didn't panic. Instead, she took advantage of the opportunity and attacked Dhruv's leg with the stick. As the stick hit his leg, Dhruv immediately felt a sharp electric shock. He felt a burning sensation in his veins and a sharp pain in his neck, and with that, he fainted and fell to the ground.
In a dark room, Dhruv is unconscious, tied to a chair with ropes. His entire body is drenched in sweat, and it seems like he is having a terrible nightmare.
In his dream, Dhruv sees a group of children, and he is quite young. His eyes are blindfolded. They are playing hide-and-seek. As he groped his way forward, he suddenly bumped into someone. It's a woman. Dhruv happily removed the white cloth blindfolding his eyes, but he was stunned to see the woman in front of him. A woman wearing a beautiful red dress is standing before him. The ravages of time are evident on her face. She looks around 40 years old.
"Dhruv, my son! You are truly very cute!" The woman's face lit up with joy, and she caressed Dhruv's cheeks, but Dhruv pushed her hands away, "Don't touch me!"
The warm smile on the woman's face suddenly turned fierce. She grabbed Dhruv by the neck and threw him to the ground. Dhruv felt like he was suffocating, and it seemed like everything was about to end when suddenly the scene before his eyes changed.
He is lying on a hospital bed, and he can hear some voices from outside.
"Brother! That woman has gone mad. I wanted to divorce her earlier, but you people didn't let it happen!"
These two voices keep echoing in Dhruv's mind, and suddenly he opened his eyes and found himself in a very painful situation.
Dhruv has now emerged from the dream of his past memories.
His vision is dark, and obviously, his eyes are bandaged. He feels like he is sitting on a chair. His hands are tied behind the chair. Dhruv remembered how he was brought here! The more Dhruv thought about it, the more convinced he became that he had been kidnapped.
Just then, a menacing male voice echoed, "A rich brat like you would never have thought that a stinky rat like me could kidnap you! Right?"
Hearing "stinky rat," Dhruv remembered something again.
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So, what happens next? Who is this person who calls himself a stinky rat? What is his relationship with Dhruv? Why has Dhruv been kidnapped?
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As soon as the kidnapper called Dhruv "stinky mouse," Dhruv was taken aback. Stinky mouse! Suddenly, a jolt hit Dhruv's brain. He felt like he knew this man. He remembered that he had a friend in his childhood whom he called a mouse. But this was a long time ago, and the boy's name was Sobhu, who had died in a fire with his mother.
"It seems you don't remember who I am, do you?" The man suddenly stood up and moved towards Dhruv. His body emitted a strange smell of burning and rotting flesh. The next second, the blindfold on Dhruv's eyes fell to the ground, and he saw the man's face. The man had burn marks on his face, and there was not a single piece of intact skin on his face. Even one of his eyes had burned into coal. Dhruv took a cold breath and tried to control the fear in his heart. The man looked like a demon from hell. "Hahaha! No one in your family will recognize me now. But it seems you have recognized me!" The man's one eye, which was still intact, filled with excitement.
Dhruv finally calmed himself down and said, "I recognize you. You are the mouse, the son of Dayaal chacha. Seeing you in this condition must be very painful for Dayaal chacha." His voice was filled with sadness. "No, he won't be sad. He'll be happy...” The man kicked Dhruv's leg, "Because my mother wasn't good enough according to him... Everyone called her crazy, but she wasn't crazy. You people are crazy, who hate anyone."
"As far as I remember, your family has always taken care of you and never done anything wrong with you." Dhruv said while looking at the crazy man. For a moment, he thought that maybe his mother's genes had come into his body. "I know you all think my mother was crazy, so I am also crazy, that's why you people burned us alive!" The man spat on the ground in anger, "You people never considered us as humans."
"I think your memory is bad!" Dhruv examined his surroundings, trying to find a way to escape, but he had a crucial mission now. He had to make the man reveal all the secrets today. The man moved quickly towards Dhruv and grabbed his neck, "My memory is wrong? Then tell me, did my father not burn me and my mother alive?"
Anger and hatred were clearly visible on the man's face. "As far as I remember...the fire was lit by your mother, not Dayaal chacha." Dhruv deliberately provoked the man, making him even angrier. The man was very angry, and he tightly held Dhruv's neck, making it difficult for Dhruv to breathe. However, Dhruv had undergone extensive martial arts training in his childhood and knew that the man couldn't hold him for long. So, he remained calm and didn't fight back.
The man brought his eyes in front of Dhruv's eyes, and Dhruv took advantage of this moment to attack the man's face with his head. The man's face already had many fractures, and with this attack, he fell backward and became unconscious. Dhruv took a deep breath and assessed his situation. Although the man was unconscious, Dhruv's problem remained the same. His hands were still bound by ropes. The rope was very elastic but equally difficult to open. On the other hand, he didn't know if there were more of his accomplices present there.
As he struggled to free his hands, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. He looked up and saw the same girl who had pretended to be blind and kidnapped him. Her gaze fell on the unconscious man, and her face showed anger. "Are you trying to escape?"
"Perhaps you have forgotten that you people kidnapped me... Which kidnapped person wouldn't try to escape?"
"You are quite funny!" The girl laughed at Dhruv's calm voice, "I didn't know you were so close to Showhit. He never talked to us about you, but last night, he talked a lot about you."
Dhruv's mind suddenly sparked. He remembered that Sobhu's real name was Showhit. He glanced at the unconscious Showhit with sympathy.
The girl continued, "Now I understand why he planned to kidnap you. You both seem to live in two different worlds. One life is heaven, and the other's is hell. It's obvious that he will be jealous of you."
"By the way, shouldn't I thank you for telling me all this? Hmm?" Dhruv looked at the girl with a smile. If he could extract more details about Showhit from her, his work would be done.
The girl sat on a nearby chair and pulled out a cigarette pack from her pocket and lit a cigarette. She took a deep puff and exhaled the smoke into the air.
The girl continued, "You rich kids can't even imagine how Showhit has been living for so long, can you?"
Dhruv smiled faintly. His eyes recalled his past, how his life became hopeless after being dispossessed of his property. Tara had left him, and he was forced to scrape together scraps.
The girl shook her head and said, "No, you can't imagine. You haven't lost everything. You only lost your money and resources, but you know that someday your father's anger will subside, and you'll get all those things back. You'll live that rich life again. You didn't lose your face, health, or hope. You can do a lot with your body, which Showhit definitely can't."
The girl turned her head towards the only window in the dark room and said softly, "Showhit's case is different. For your family, he died a long time ago, and now he is stuck here in this quagmire to keep himself alive. He spends all his energy just not to starve to death. That's why he has no health or hope."
Dhruv felt that indeed, compared to Showhit, what he had experienced was trivial.
The girl continued, "I see that your eyes are filled with guilt and intimacy, and you're still feeling bad for him, which means you're a good person."
The girl smiled while extinguishing her cigarette and said, "When he wakes up, I hope you both will have a good conversation."
"But I have a question to ask you..." Dhruv raised his head and said, "What do you want to do with me?"
"As far as your question is concerned, only Showhit can answer that. I'm just helping him."
In the dim light coming from the window, the girl's face turned pale, "I won't live much longer, so I want to do something so that when Yamraj comes to take me, I have no regret in my life, and I can go with him happily."
The girl turned to Dhruv and said in a cold voice: To be continued
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The girl's face turned pale in the dim light coming from the window. "I won't be alive for much longer, so I want to do something that will make me happy and have no regrets when Yamraj comes to take me," she said, turning to Dhruv and speaking in a cold voice, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful and cunning. Another wolf has been born in a hunter's family."
"What does this mean? I don't understand anything you're saying," Dhruv was taken aback.
At this moment, Shobhit regained consciousness and started laughing after hearing Dhruv's words. "Do you think that your family has raised you as their heir? Because everyone considers you the heir," Shobhit's words made Dhruv stunned. He suddenly remembered his punishment and realized that everything was clear now. He had always thought that he was the only heir, being his father's only son and the future of the family business.
Shobhit moved closer to Dhruv, but kept his face away and said, "Do you know why I wanted to catch you?"
"Because I'm the only one you can catch," Dhruv's face broke into a smile. "But do you know why I'll run away from here?"
"Can you even escape from here?" Shobhit was surprised.
"By the way, you should blame this girl for this. If she hadn't turned on the light in this dark room, I wouldn't have known where she was standing. But now I know and have seen her face," Dhruv said, smiling.
Dhruv's smile grew wider. "Besides, if you know I'm the heir to the family business, do you think my security will leave me in such danger? I'm just a medium."
At that moment, Dhruv lifted his leg and kicked Shobhit below his ear. He had already opened his hand and rushed towards the girl. The girl took out a knife and attacked Dhruv, but he dodged to the side and caught her hand, twisting it. The girl screamed in pain and dropped the knife. Dhruv quickly picked up the knife and pointed it at the girl.
Dhruv's smile grew wider as he said, "Now you have only two choices.
The man standing in front of him glared at Dhruv in anger. "I won't let you go..."
Shobhit gritted his teeth and moved towards Dhruv, but Dhruv stopped him. "No, dear brother... don't make such a mistake. I'm well aware that without those special equipment, you can't even touch me."
The girl's eyes also showed surprise.
Dhruv said with a smile, "Your plan didn't work out today, so you have only two options. Either fight me and get your ribs broken... or leave quietly. I won't do anything to you both."
As soon as Dhruv said this, footsteps were heard on the stairs above. In the next moment, Nikhil appeared on the stairs.
He saw Dhruv with the two people and shouted in surprise, "Hurry up, come up quickly. The boss is here."
Shobhit and the girl also glanced at Nikhil standing above and then Shobhit signaled to the girl. As Dhruv's attention was on Nikhil, the girl pushed Dhruv lightly and separated herself from him. The girl and Shobhit both jumped out of the window and escaped. Nikhil told the bodyguards who came with him, "Hurry up and catch them. They shouldn't be allowed to escape."
But then Dhruv surprised Nikhil by saying, "Let them go. There's no need to chase them."
Dhruv cast a deep glance at Nikhil. Despite his reluctance, some suspicion began to form in his mind about Nikhil. Nikhil didn't ask Dhruv any questions, but he seemed to expect it. Dhruv wasn't expecting Nikhil to follow his order silently, but Nikhil was calm, which shocked Dhruv.
"Don't you think that what happened was a bit strange?"
"Yes, it is, but we were expecting it," Nikhil smiled lightly. Dhruv asked in surprise, "We were expecting it, but why?"
Nikhil said, "Your punishment has ended, and many people are watching you. Obviously, as the heir to SB Groups, you are also the enemy of all SB Groups' enemies. It is also possible that another child in the family wants to eliminate you and become the heir to the family business. We can't say anything about this."
Nikhil's words hit Dhruv like a bolt of lightning. He looked at Nikhil from top to bottom. It was clear that he knew a lot about it, but he had never talked to Dhruv about it.
"Alright, let's drop it. We'll talk about it when we go back," Dhruv said with a deep breath and stepped out of the deserted factory.
As soon as he stepped out, Dhruv's steps stopped suddenly, and he looked at Nikhil and asked, "How did you get here?"
Nikhil was a bit surprised and said, "Small boss, what a question?"
Dhruv insisted on his question, "Yes, my question is correct, Nikhil. These two kidnappers broke and threw away my phone, so how did you know I was kidnapped and was here in this factory?"
Dhruv thought that Nikhil would definitely get trapped now, but Nikhil smiled and said, "Small boss, take a look at the watch you're wearing. It's not an ordinary watch."
Dhruv looked at his wrist and then back at Nikhil. Nikhil explained, "There is a special chip in your watch that allows us to track your location anytime."
Dhruv nodded silently. Then they moved on. Seeing Dhruv quiet, Nikhil said, "By the way, small boss! I have started the preparations for the art exhibition you asked me to do. Many people have registered on the first website today, and the competition is going to happen in college today."
The conversation changed, and both of them got into the car and headed towards Dhruv's college.
"How many people from our M.K.V. College have registered?"
"About a dozen students!"
"Okay. First, I need to find a home for myself. I need a good place to stay."
"Of course! I will arrange a house for you. In fact, I will ask Kalpana to select some good bungalows for you."
"Hmm..."
Dhruv looked outside the car window. The information he got from Shobhit was not useless. Suddenly, a burning house flashed before his eyes, and the laughter of a crazy woman echoed in his ears. If it was true that his uncle had set the fire, then it was a murder that had been hidden for so many years. But suddenly, he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something important.
"Small boss! You go back to college. I won't drive the car any further from here so that people don't suspect anything."
Nikhil stopped the car some distance from the college gate, "You can walk from here to the hostel."
Dhruv opened the car door and looked at Nikhil in a very cold voice, "Nikhil! You are very loyal to me, aren't you?"
Nikhil didn't expect this question and was taken aback. "Small boss, why are you asking this?"
Nikhil looked at Dhruv with a deep gaze, and his voice became softer, "I don't understand the logic behind your question."
"Nothing! Maybe I'm being too sensitive," Dhruv said with a smile and closed the car door. Then he walked quickly towards the college.
Nikhil watched Dhruv leave, wondering what was going on in his mind.
As soon as he entered the college, Dhruv saw a crowd gathered outside the Arts Department. There were many students, and their faces showed excitement and happiness.
To be continued.
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Dhruv was restlessly searching for Sandhya here and there when suddenly, "Bro! Where have you been these days? Haven't seen you for a long time! Have you picked up some girl?" Achal said, placing his hand on Dhruv's shoulder, "By the way, what are you looking at over there?"
"Nothing, man! I was just thinking…" Dhruv smiled.
Just then, Dhruv spotted a familiar face and walked towards it with surprise, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips.
Advertisements for a painting exhibition organized by SB Groups are pasted on the walls of the Arts Department corridors. Dhruv is happily looking around when a voice reaches his ears.
Hearing the girl's words, Dhruv smiled. Dhruv's attire is quite neat and tidy, and the word "disgusting" doesn't match his personality at all at this moment. These people are just saying these things to belittle him. But Dhruv doesn't care much about all these things because he knows that if these people find out about his wealth, they will collapse on the spot. As Dhruv ignored their words and moved forward, a voice reached his ears, "Really Sandhya? You want to participate in this exhibition too? Perhaps you haven't read the advertisement properly? It's a painting competition, and your paintings look like they are 200 years old!"
Hearing the name Sandhya, a smile appeared on Dhruv's face. This is the same Sandhya who had painted a very beautiful picture of Dhruv. This girl is no ordinary artist. Dhruv quietly started listening to the girl's words. Just then, another girl said, "Sandhya won't be able to do it; she paints like it's from Adam's era."
Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd present. Dhruv looked in that direction and his gaze fell on Sandhya, who was holding a poster in her hands, and Dhruv felt that it must definitely be a poster for this competition. Sandhya has always preferred to be alone and doesn't have many friends. People tease her because of this. Sandhya raised her head and said, "I only like classical paintings. Now don't say that everyone likes modern art?"
"I like paintings." Suddenly, Dhruv pushed through the crowd and reached Sandhya, looking at the drawing board of the girl who was mocking her, "Your paintings are good, but it seems like you're trying to imitate other people's styles. Everyone has their own unique style, and even though your paintings are quite good now, you haven't established your own style, so it feels like your paintings are missing soul."
"So now the junkman will teach us how to paint?" the girl taunted Dhruv.
Everyone present laughed, mocking Dhruv. Then the girl, looking at Dhruv and Sandhya, said, "Anyway, I heard that someone from SB Groups will personally come tonight to see all these paintings, and the winner will be sponsored for further studies abroad. So I think you'll find out tonight who is better."
The girl smiled, glanced at Dhruv, and left. The surrounding students also got very excited about the advertisement. For a moment, Mihir felt that perhaps Sandhya would also ignore him because he does junk work, but completely the opposite, she was looking at Dhruv with a loving smile. Seeing her smile, Dhruv was smitten once again. Sandhya moved a little closer to Dhruv and said in her gentle voice, "Thank you for what you did in that dead matter. If you hadn't been there that day, I don't know what would have happened."
Dhruv smiled and said, "Oh no, no, it's nothing like that."
Sandhya continued, "No, you are truly a boy with a good heart, and I am glad I met you." Dhruv couldn't understand what to say to Sandhya, should he tell her how he felt about her? But he also feared that Sandhya might get angry with him. Dhruv was lost in his own thoughts, completely unaware of what was happening around him. Then Sandhya's voice, sweeter than a koel, reached his ears, "I have also participated in the competition being held by SB Groups tonight. So you must come to the art gallery tonight to see my painting. I would be very happy if you come."
Dhruv replied, "Yes, yes, I will definitely come."
Before Dhruv could say anything further, Sandhya added, "I might be leaving college soon, and the painting I made today, I made it especially for you." Hearing this, Dhruv felt like he had been struck by lightning; he was both sad and happy. Sad because Sandhya would leave college, and happy because she made the painting for Dhruv. Dhruv wanted to talk to her more, spend time with her, but Sandhya quietly left the art gallery after saying this much. Dhruv wanted to stop her and ask for her number. For some reason, as Sandhya walked away, a strange restlessness began to stir in his heart.
Dhruv watched Sandhya walk away, wanting to ask for her number, but then he remembered that he had lost his phone in the kidnapping. By this time, Sandhya had gone quite far away. Dhruv took a deep breath and muttered, "First of all, I need to get a phone."
\*\*\*\*\*\* Outside the shop, Dhruv reached a shop to buy a phone. There was a lot of luxury stuff there. Dhruv was wearing very simple clothes today, which made him look like a crow among swans in that shop. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Suddenly, he stopped at a counter where a black La Medusa ladies' handbag was placed. He looked at the bag with great interest and moved towards it excitedly, but then a shop attendant stopped him.
"I am sorry, sir, but these items are quite expensive, and we don't let anyone touch them."
Dhruv glanced at the people standing around him, who were picking up items from the counter without any hesitation. "Do you think I can't afford it?" Dhruv asked the shop attendant with a smile.
"It's not that, sir!" the attendant said, "Actually, the thing is, this is the last bag of a limited edition, and someone has already booked it."
Hearing the attendant's words, Dhruv smiled. In fact, the shop attendant hadn't stopped him because he looked poor, but because the bag was already reserved. Dhruv's gaze fell on the girl's ID card, which had "Internship" written on it.
"Kavya! What are you waiting for? Instead of helping customers, you're wasting time here?" suddenly a woman's loud voice came, and a woman in a black dress walked over and stood next to Dhruv, "Kavya? Don't you think there are enough customers in the shop? You go and attend to them, I'll handle this one."
Kavya took a deep breath after seeing the woman and left. The attendant in the black dress flashed a fake smile and said to Dhruv, "Sir! This is our shop's special section. Most of the items here range from 50,000 to 5 lakh. I don't think you can buy anything from this section. Why don't you buy something from the ordinary section?"
"I just want to check that black bag," Dhruv smiled faintly. He had experienced many such incidents before, so he had stopped paying attention to them now.
"That's even more impossible. That item has already been booked by someone else," the attendant said with a deep smile, "And this is a limited edition bag. Its price is ninety thousand. I think you..."
"I think this will be absolutely fine!" saying this, Dhruv extended his black card.
"This... is this a black card?" The shop attendant's eyes widened in surprise. Black cardholders in Mumbai could be counted on the fingers.
"May I see it?" The shop attendant hesitantly extended her hand and, going near Dhruv, looked at the card carefully. "I am sorry, sir! I am really sorry that I behaved so rudely with you. But sir, we cannot give you this handbag. It is already reserved. I am truly sorry!"
"I just want that bag!" Dhruv smiled, and his intentions were clear in his eyes, "If you want, I can buy it for double the price. If you have any contact with that person, you can inform him."
To be continued
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The sales attendant was confused after listening to Dhruv, but suddenly she started to leave.
"Sir, are you sure you don't want another model?" she asked.
"Didn't you understand that I want that bag?" Dhruv said angrily. He wanted to teach the sales attendant a lesson not to judge any man by his looks. After hearing Dhruv's stern voice, the shop attendant was stunned for a minute.
Then she took a deep breath and shouted, "Kavya! Contact the madam who booked this bag. Ask her if she wants to give it to Mr. Here."
The internship assistant nodded immediately and moved towards the phone on the counter. Dhruv watched the girl carefully. Apparently, her attitude towards work was quite good, and Dhruv liked it very much.
"Hello, ma'am! A customer came who wants to buy the bag you booked. He wants to increase the price and asks if you want to give it to him…" The shop attendant said softly on the phone and suddenly became flustered, "Ma'am, I…"
She suddenly slammed the receiver on the dialer and said, "She's coming… but she's probably very angry."
Dhruv wanted to ask who had booked the bag, but then his eyes fell on a furious woman walking towards the counter.
"Who wants to buy my order?" the woman shouted.
The intern assistant turned her face towards Dhruv and pointed, "That sir is, ma'am…"
The woman glanced at Dhruv and looked him up and down.
"Really?" the woman shouted. "You want to sell my bag to this low-class man? Have you gone crazy?"
Everyone thought that the woman had come to fight. The whole crowd in the shop gathered there, watching her.
Dhruv watched the woman carefully. He was sure that he had seen her before, but he couldn't remember where.
"Hand over my bag. I won't sell it to anyone else, no matter how much money they offer." The woman announced her final decision.
"Yes!" The intern assistant said. She glanced at Dhruv with a troubled expression and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but if the madam doesn't want to sell the bag, we can't do anything…"
"I remember… you're the famous singer Divija, aren't you?" Dhruv's eyes were still fixed on the woman's face behind the sunglasses.
The woman was about to leave with the bag when she was startled by Dhruv's words. People's eyes were also fixed on her.
Dhruv was 100% sure that the woman was the famous singer Divija. However, she was very famous two years ago, but she got married and stopped singing. That's why Dhruv took some time to recognize her.
Unexpectedly, there was a big wound on the corner of Divija's eyes, and she might have worn sunglasses not to hide her identity but to cover up the wound.
The crowd began to whisper, "What's this? There's a scar on her face. Did someone beat her?"
"I heard her husband is rich, but that doesn't mean he can beat his wife. Right?"
"I don't want this bag. You can buy it." Divija quickly walked out of the shop. She seemed to be terrified, as if one of her secrets had been exposed. Dhruv's eyes were still on her back.
The internship assistant looked at Dhruv nervously. She was afraid that if Dhruv didn't buy the product now, she would be in trouble. But Dhruv's attention was on her badge.
"Your name is Kavya?"
The assistant was startled. She nodded and said, "Yes, sir. Is there a problem?"
"No! Just swipe the card quickly and give me the handbag. I have something urgent to do."
The intern's face lit up with a smile.
"Okay, sir! But do you want me to wrap it in a gift wrapper?"
"Yes, and quickly, please!" Dhruv said as he turned back to look for Divija.
"Okay, sir!" Kavya quickly wrapped the bag in gift paper and handed it to Dhruv. She swiped the card and handed it back to him, saying, "That's it, sir."
"Thank you!" Dhruv smiled and quickly left the counter, chasing after Divija. He caught up to her a short distance away from the shop.
"Ma'am, can we talk?"
"What are you doing?" Divija looked very nervous. "If you block my way, I'll shout and…"
"Relax, madam! I didn't come to harm you. I'm lucky to meet you. You don't know how big a fan I am. I just want to talk to you for a while. There's a coffee shop nearby. Can you go there with me?"
Although Divija was scared, Dhruv's harmless look made her feel secure. She thought for a while and nodded hesitantly, "Okay, let's have a cup of coffee."
Some time later, they sat in a cafe drinking coffee.
Divija gradually felt more at ease with Dhruv. She smiled and said, "I couldn't believe we were having coffee together because a while ago I was angry with you just because you wanted to buy my purse."
As she spoke, her innocent smile slowly faded.
"What do you want to know? Just say it. This big fan drama isn't it. I'm not a little girl. I know about my charm, but I also know it's not enough to attract someone like you." Dhruv smiled and started speaking.
"I remember you quit singing because of your marriage. Two years ago, there was a sudden news that you married a rich man in Mumbai, one of the top ten richest men. But there's no news about you after that."
Dhruv stroked the handle of the cup with his finger and continued, "I want to know if the wound on your eye is because of that man?"
As soon as Dhruv finished speaking, Divija's expression changed. Her eyes were filled with anger.
She said angrily, "This is none of your business. Did you invite me here just to ask these questions? Who are you to ask me these questions? I don't want to stay here for another minute. I'm leaving."
"I know you're scared," Dhruv said calmly. "Actually, I don't have any intention to hurt you. I just want to help you."
Divija didn't answer Dhruv. She grabbed her bag angrily and walked out of the coffee shop.
Dhruv tried to stop her and said, "See, you're misunderstanding. I just want to help you." But Divija left without saying a word.
After Divija left, Dhruv went to a mobile shop and bought a mobile he liked. He got a SIM card and went to a quiet place to call a special number.
"I just want my family to appoint a kind of secretary for me. If you can't do it, I have a candidate."
The person on the other end said, "Little sir! If you have someone in mind, we have no problem. But I'm afraid the new secretary will take a lot of time to learn, and you'll have to face a lot of difficulties in the meantime."
"Get it done quickly!" Dhruv cut off the call.
Suddenly, a shadow caught his attention. He looked up and saw the intern assistant Kavya.
"Little sir!" Kavya said as she approached Dhruv. "You're surprised to see me, right?"
"I could smell something familiar from your body, so I asked your name."
Kavya smiled slightly. She no longer looked like a naive shop assistant but a capable girl with cold eyes and a hint of warmth.
"I'm also a servant of the Rathore family."
A few years ago, the SB Group hired some talented individuals and brought them into the business. Nikhil is one of those people whom SB Group nurtured and brought into their business. However, with growing business come growing challenges, and thus, about 20 years ago, SB Group and the Rathod family began a new plan. They adopted young children and built their new commercial fortress. These people are completely dedicated to the Rathod family and are typically used for espionage, with training provided accordingly. These individuals are called "Kabootar" (pigeons).
"Ever since your phone went missing, your contact was lost, and your family was quite worried about your security, which is why they activated the Kabootars in Mumbai," Kavya said softly.
"I am one of them. Your actions seemed a bit dangerous, so I followed you."
"Then you can be a spy. You should focus your attention on this career," Dhruv chuckled.
"By the way, I am completely safe now, so you don't need to follow me."
"Chote Sarkar! If it doesn't bother you, I would like to serve you," Kavya said, showing her hand. In her hands, she held a small chip. This chip is connected to her nerves, meaning if she had any malicious intent in her mind, it would explode, and without the chip, she couldn't even be an ant. In a way, this chip is a guarantee of loyalty. At this moment, Kavya used the chip to prove her identity to Dhruv. Although Dhruv was always upset with the family for using this chip to keep the Kabootars loyal, at this moment, he was fully assured that Kavya was loyal to the Rathod family.
"I just called home. Actually, I need a secretary. Can you work as a secretary?"
"I have many years of experience in this field," Kavya said with confidence.
"I also know the locations of other Kabootars in Mumbai."
"Alright. If that's the case, I want you to do something for me. Find out what happened to Divija and how her husband treats her. Tonight, there is a painting exhibition at our college, so I have to go there."
"Wait a minute. Can you give me your phone?" Kavya extended her hand and asked.
Dhruv placed his phone in front of her. "You want to add a GPS chip inside this too?"
"No!" saying this, Kavya took out a SIM card and inserted it into Dhruv's phone.
"It already has a chip in it. So, we will have your location information. The location disappears when the phone is turned off, but this won't happen, and you will be safer."
"Okay, I'm leaving now," Dhruv said, picking up his phone and leaving. In his hands, he still had the same bag he had bought to give to Sandhya.
*******
By the time Dhruv returned to college, the painting exhibition had begun. Many students had shown interest, and almost all the painting students had come to participate in this competition. The most special thing about this competition is that whoever wins will get a chance to study abroad, along with free accommodation and food expenses.
Inside the entire exhibition hall, the most attractive painting is none other than Dhruv's. As soon as Dhruv entered the art exhibition gallery, he saw that large classical oil painting. Someone had drawn Dhruv's portrait on it.
"Ugh, who painted a ragpicker's portrait?"
"Seriously! This is disgusting." As people looked at Dhruv's painting, discussions erupted.
"But who painted this?"
"Look at the signature on it!" Suddenly, someone leaned over the painting and shouted while reading the signature on the side.
"Sandhya! That madwoman painted it."
"Yes! It must be her. That madwoman still likes classical oil paintings." Dhruv looked at the oil painting carefully and for a moment, it felt as if the painting was actually moving.
"Wow! Someone painted our hero's portrait," a strange voice suddenly came from behind him. That boy studies in Dhruv's class and is a lazy, wealthy heir named Sunny.
Sunny stood next to Dhruv and, mocking him, said, "I don't understand what that psycho likes about you? And what is that thing in your hand?"
Sunny slowly moved forward, his eyes fixed on the people around. Seeing a glimpse of the bag in Dhruv's hands, a look of surprise came over his face.
"Oh! Now these people will also use rich people's purses. Brother, everyone knows you can't afford to buy this bag. What's the point of buying a fake bag?"
The next moment, several people from the Arts Academy surrounded them. At the front were Varsha and Rupali, looking at Dhruv with a nonchalant expression, arms crossed. Varsha is Dhruv's childhood friend, while Rupali was previously the girlfriend of Dhruv's friend Achal but left Achal for money. Rupali, fearfully, avoided looking at him.
Dhruv scanned the entire crowd but couldn't find Sandhya.
"Who are you looking for?" Sunny suddenly burst into laughter and said.
"Are you trying to find that psycho?"
Dhruv completely ignored Sunny and his eyes continued to search the crowd. Finally, he saw Sandhya on the first floor. She was wearing a simple pink salwar suit. She came down the stairs and looked at the people with surprise. Just then, Dhruv raised his hand, and Sandhya slowly walked towards him. A hint of excitement appeared on her face as she looked at Dhruv and asked, "Did you see the painting? I made it especially for you." Hearing Sandhya's words, the crowd burst into laughter.
"A couple of a psycho and a ragpicker! God has indeed made a perfect pair." Dhruv ignored everyone's words and offered the packet in his hands to Sandhya.
"This is for you."
"No, I can't take this!" Sandhya's voice trembled.
"You have already helped me a lot. I can't accept your gift now..."
"This is just a small gift for you in celebration of your victory," Dhruv looked up where a podium had been set up on the second floor. It seemed like the winner's name would be announced shortly. But Dhruv didn't want to let the limelight fade away. He looked at Sandhya and said,
"Just open it." Sandhya didn't know why Dhruv was congratulating her without the results being announced, but she accepted Dhruv's gift and slowly opened it at his urging.
"Oh no! This looks brand new! Is this really a new piece?" Whispers started echoing in the crowd. Most of the girls at the Arts Academy knew what it was. Even if they didn't understand where and how Dhruv got this bag, they all knew the value of a gift bag.
"From its packaging and wrapper... it seems to be from the new collection."
"Impossible, Dhruv collects garbage, and this bag is worth over a lakh. It would take him 12-15 years to save such a large sum." Generally, poor people are not treated very well among the rich, and in the eyes of the world, it is impossible for a poor man like Dhruv to afford such an expensive bag. Everyone thought he was gifting Sandhya a fake bag. In an instant, Dhruv felt hundreds of eyes piercing him. In these eyes, he saw anger and, to a great extent, hatred.
But Dhruv was unaffected by these gazes. He smiled at Sandhya and said, "This bag will really suit you." Sandhya's hands began to tremble, and with trembling hands, she placed the bag on her shoulder.
"It doesn't matter what you gave me. Whether it's real or fake. But for me, it's priceless, and I like it."
"This rat just needs a hole to hide in," a voice suddenly exclaimed.
"Anyway, it's just a fake bag. And look at his face. It's as if he's gifted a Koh-i-Noor diamond. Brother, men many times richer than you study in this college." Whispers started again in the crowd. But not a hint of discomfort appeared on their faces.
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At the same time, Kalpana arrived with quite an attitude in her high heels.
Her eyes fixed on the bag slung over Sandhya's shoulder.
"Is this the latest model of Versace La Medusa? What the…" she almost screamed at Dhruv, but immediately shut her mouth at Dhruv's gaze.
Kalpana took a deep breath.
She said to Sandhya, "You are indeed very lucky. The bag your boyfriend gave you is genuine." With that, she smiled.
"Because this bag was gifted to Dhruv by our company." As soon as Kalpana said this, Dhruv felt the gazes of the crowd that had been fixed on him shift away, and he let out a sigh of relief knowing this.
"So what if you are Tanishk's elder sister? You can't prove this bag is real, can you?" Sunny said mockingly.
"However you look at it, this bag is fake. Everyone knows Dhruv is broke and can't afford such an expensive bag. Besides, this is a new model and there's only one like it in all of Mumbai."
"This is a gift from S.B. Group because I discovered Sandhya's talent," Dhruv replied loudly, causing silence to fall over the entire exhibition.
Everyone's surprised eyes were fixed on Sandhya and Dhruv.
Just then, a man standing on the stage, who was in charge of this cultural exhibition, stood up and said with a smile, "Since the secret is out, I will hide it no longer. We have selected Miss Sandhya for foreign studies at this cultural exhibition." No one noticed what the man said next. Everyone's envious eyes were fixed on Sandhya.
Sandhya, in surprise, kept looking at Dhruv. Her sixth sense told her that this was not as it seemed, and that Dhruv was at the root of it all.
Rupali had also come there, and ever since she found out that Dhruv was one of the richest men, though she didn't know his total net worth yet, she understood that he came from a very wealthy family and was only pretending to be a scrap dealer. So she decided something in her mind.
She had been looking at Dhruv for a while.
Rupali was very jealous of Sandhya, who was constantly hovering around Dhruv. After a while, as soon as Sandhya left Dhruv, Rupali herself went and sat next to Dhruv.
Dhruv was sitting by the bar, and Rupali sat in the chair next to him and ordered a drink for herself.
Dhruv looked at her and recognized her immediately, but he didn't care much for Rupali.
He was angry with her because she had broken up with his friend Achal, and he knew Rupali had left Achal for money and was now hanging out with Ronnie.
Looking at Rupali angrily, Dhruv said, "It seems Ronnie has left you too, that's why you're sitting here alone. You left my friend Achal, who loved you so much, you'll now realize his worth. True love is more important in life than money..."
By now, the waiters had placed their drinks in front of them.
"We've broken up," Rupali said, taking a sip of wine from her glass.
"Actually, that's what I was going to tell you. It's not Achal or Ronnie that I've liked from the beginning. I've always liked you, Dhruv."
But suddenly her eyes turned cold, and she said angrily, "Why don't you tell the truth that you only love money? I didn't want to say it, but I have to now. Girls like you are not girls, but greedy and selfish women who are only used to warm a bed, not for a relationship. Your face is beautiful, but a person is recognized not by their beautiful face, but by their good deeds and beautiful qualities." With that, Dhruv left.
Hearing Dhruv's words, Rupali's face flushed with anger. She had never imagined that Dhruv would insult her to her face like this.
She had wanted to trap Dhruv in her web, but Dhruv had dashed those hopes.
"Dhruv, you will regret this," Rupali shouted at Dhruv from behind. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
Rupali's anger had no effect on Dhruv, and he pushed his way through the crowd.
"You?" Dhruv suddenly stopped walking, and the man emerged from the darkness. The man slowly took a mobile phone from his pocket and extended it towards Dhruv.
"Bade Sarkar wants to talk to you." Dhruv was stunned. He didn't understand why his dad called him at this time, and not directly, but through someone else...
"Tonight at 12 AM, someone will be waiting for you on the top floor of the Moon Night Hotel," the man said, handing his phone to Dhruv and leaving. Dhruv was surprised to see them again; what was left that would make his father return?
Dhruv got out of the car and nodded his head. He walked into the gate of Hotel Moon Night. As soon as he saw him, a girl sitting at the reception bowed her head slightly.
Looking at her, it was hard to tell if she had nodded upon seeing Dhruv, because the Rathore family always kept their people around them in such a way that no one would suspect.
She didn't look like she knew Dhruv at all.
Without drawing anyone's attention, she completed her duty, and in the same way, Dhruv responded with a signal and entered the elevator.
There were three elevators in this place, and Dhruv identified one and stepped inside. There were three signs: Libra, Scorpio, and Leo. Dhruv had been taught since childhood to remember Leo as his identification mark.
The elevator soon reached the top floor. He saw a large door after some stairs. Two people were already present there. They opened the door upon seeing Dhruv, and he walked inside.
Inside, he saw that the place was completely designed with space in mind.
A beautiful world was created using countless stars.
Colorful stars were visible, and in the center, a blue moonlight illuminated the entire room, making the scene even more beautiful.
Anyone coming here would feel as if they were in a dream, in a world completely separate from Earth, but Dhruv was unfazed by this beautiful place. It was as if Dhruv had seen all this before.
He looked around and observed everything carefully.
When he looked down, he saw two sofas set up on the edge a short distance away, with a small table in front of them. He walked directly towards them.
Upon going closer, he saw a wine glass and a bottle of wine on the table in front of him, which appeared to be unopened.
Dhruv picked up the wine bottle in front of him and thought that his father had sent it for him, and he wasn't going to share it with anyone.
Dhruv poured himself a glass and swirled it in the cup for a while. He gently sniffed the wine glass, which had a distinct aroma, and then slowly took a sip.
He felt something was wrong, but what? Or was there something wrong with this wine?
But how could that be? This was specially prepared by Dad. Thinking this, Dhruv took another sip, and as soon as it went down, he didn't feel anything strange, so he slowly finished half the bottle. As he got up to leave,
his head started to spin. He felt a little strange now, but he dismissed it by telling himself, 'How can this be? My father gave me this bottle.' As Dhruv took a step forward, he suddenly felt dizzy again and fell to the ground.
At this moment, he felt as if the whole world was spinning.
The beauty of the place was no longer enough to bring Dhruv back to his senses.
Dhruv felt as if his head was getting heavier, and he was losing control of his mind.
He was completely losing consciousness and couldn't control himself, even if he wanted to.
He kept blinking to keep his eyes open, but the intoxication had become too strong, and his eyes were slowly closing.
At this moment, he felt very weak.
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19
As soon as Dhruv drank the wine, he felt his head becoming heavy and his control over his mind slipping away.
At that moment, he was completely losing consciousness and couldn't control himself even if he wanted to.
He kept blinking his eyelids to keep his eyes open, but the intoxication was increasing so much that his eyes were slowly closing.
At that moment, he felt very weak.
Then he felt that some people in black suits entered the room.
These were the same people he had seen the previous night.
All he could think was that the world was completely round.
Just yesterday, he had escaped from that kidnapping, and today he was kidnapped again.
After a while, complete darkness appeared before his eyes, and he fainted.
At that moment, he felt like he was flying in the clouds, and when he looked down at a point, he felt like his whole family, including his generation, was present below, and every heir was standing in a line, considering their ability and growth.
When viewed from above, it seemed like all the people from different places of the Rathod family were present in that garden with their respective heirs, proving their abilities according to their talents.
As soon as Dhruv looked down, he became clear that this must be the younger generation of the family, but he was not included in this generation.
It seemed like he was trapped somewhere.
As he tried to move down, a large door appeared before him.
Dhruv started squirming in his place to get out of there.
He also started hitting the door, asking someone to come and open it, but no one could hear his voice.
It seemed like the door was getting bigger and bigger.
Dhruv woke up, shouting, "No, stop!"
As soon as Dhruv opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark room.
Dhruv had been in a deep dream and had now suddenly come back to reality.
Before he could understand anything else, he felt something soft.
When he looked beside him, his eyes widened in surprise.
A girl was lying there, and she was so beautiful that Dhruv's eyes got stuck on her.
Then his senses sparked, and he realized that something was wrong.
What was happening here?
In reality, Dhruv was lying almost on top of the girl.
He had no idea how he could be so close to a girl after fainting.
As soon as Dhruv looked at the girl sleeping beside him, his mind stopped working.
He couldn't understand anything.
As far as he remembered, he had fainted in that lobby, not in this place.
How did he come to this room?
Due to Dhruv's restlessness, the girl sleeping beside him also woke up.
She slowly opened her eyes, raised her black, thick eyelashes, which had some water droplets sparkling like oyster pearls, and looked at Dhruv with her black, beautiful eyes.
Her eyes were so beautiful that anyone could get lost in them.
But then her expressions slowly changed, as if she remembered something.
Her gaze fixed on Dhruv.
She looked surprised, and then she screamed loudly, "Who are you? Move away from me, why are you so close to me?"
She pushed Dhruv hard and separated herself from him.
She was holding the blanket tightly and seemed a bit scared.
Dhruv tried to explain, "Look, I don't know how I came here."
Saying this, Dhruv moved towards her, but the girl suddenly picked up the knife from the fruit basket on the table and placed it on Dhruv's neck, saying in a heavy voice, "Don't even move, tell me quickly who you are and what you want. Why are you in my room?"
Dhruv was a bit surprised by her reaction.
But then he composed himself and said, "I'm sorry, but believe my words; I don't know anything about this. I fainted in the lobby; I don't know how I came here. Maybe I was kidnapped."
Dhruv could feel the knife pressing against his neck.
If he moved even slightly, the knife would not take time to scratch his neck.
At this time, his condition was such that he couldn't do anything, but his expressions were completely normal.
He didn't seem scared; he was sitting silently.
He slowly shrugged and thought for a moment before saying, "I can understand what's going on in your mind, but you're completely wrong.
I have no interest in you, so don't think about me like that, and I didn't come here by choice."
The girl thought about it for a moment, blinked her eyelids, took a deep breath, and said, "Why would someone leave you kidnapped in my room? I've never seen you before today?"
Dhruv nodded and said, "Yes, you're absolutely right; we've never seen each other before.
If I had kidnapped you, I think we must have met before, but you're a complete stranger to me; I don't think I've ever seen you before."
As the girl's grip on the knife loosened, Dhruv slowly turned his neck and looked at the girl, saying, "Do you believe me now? Can you please take the knife off my neck? I need to get out of bed."
As he said this, the girl glanced at her body; due to being close to Dhruv, her clothes were disheveled.
She pressed the knife back against his neck and said, "If you try to move even a bit, don't blame me for not telling you and getting hurt."
The room was completely covered in darkness, but moonlight was coming in through the window, allowing Dhruv to see the girl wearing a short nightie.
Her body was shining brightly, even in the faint light.
This sight cast a spell on Dhruv; he forgot to blink his eyelids.
He had already felt her touch; it was soft and like cotton.
It wouldn't be wrong to say that in this situation, any man would feel that he could fulfill all his fantasies, but nothing like that occurred to Dhruv.
Suddenly, Dhruv's gaze moved back to the girl's face.
Dhruv felt like he had seen this girl before.
Dhruv looked at the girl carefully and said hesitantly, "Now, don't tell me that you're Avantika!"
The girl was examining her body carefully, as if she wanted to know if Dhruv had done anything to her the previous night.
Seeing her so worried, Dhruv said with a smile, "I don't think there's a need for you to be so anxious; nothing happened between us last night; don't think anything wrong."
This wasn't just what Dhruv was saying; he was also feeling it.
He was completely sure that nothing had happened between them.
For so many years, Dhruv had protected himself; he still felt the same.
He didn't feel any strange sensation in his body.
He was completely comfortable; nothing had happened between them the previous night.
After listening to Dhruv, the girl also became convinced that nothing had happened between them.
The girl bowed her head, thought for a while, raised her head again, calmed herself down, and said softly, "Sorry, I made a mistake; I know I reacted a bit too much."
Saying this, the girl got up, picked up her clothes lying in front of her, and moved towards the washroom.
A little later, when the girl came out, Dhruv saw that she was wearing professional clothes or a business suit, which suited her very well.
Now, it wouldn't be wrong to say that she was a girl from a very good family and belonged to a respectable family.
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Dhruv was staring at that girl, and after a while, he noticed that the girl dialed a number, and after the call was answered, she said in a harsh voice, "Uncle Raju, please come to the top floor of the hotel immediately. And yes, I need to talk to Papa as soon as possible."
The girl ended the call and turned to look at Dhruv.
There was no change in her expression.
She was staring at Dhruv with a stern look.
When Dhruv saw her expression, he noticed that she also seemed a little scared.
She was not going to let this go easily.
She did not want to give up.
Looking into Dhruv's eyes, she said, "If you are from the Rathore family, then leave this place immediately.
I cannot stand you here for even a minute.
This hotel is Moon Night, and it is the property of the Maheshwari family, and I..."
Dhruv did not like her attitude at all, so he interrupted her somewhat angrily and said, "If I am not mistaken, 76% of this hotel belongs to the Rathore family, so I don't think this hotel is yours alone. This hotel belongs to my family because my family has a 76% share, which is more than yours."
The girl, stamping her feet in anger, went to the window.
A short while later, Dhruv came out of the washroom after washing his hands and face and slowly walked towards the girl.
The girl was standing there, looking at the lights outside, which were shining brightly even in the dark night.
Angrily pointing her finger at Dhruv, the girl said, "There is no need to behave so rudely with me.
None of us has bought anyone, so speak properly, and remember this next time."
Then she lowered her hand and continued, "How can you say such things?"
At this moment, she was feeling anger and irritation.
She felt as if this man was insulting her.
Because of this, bitterness began to grow in her heart.
She slowly went and sat on the sofa placed on the side and started putting on her heels.
Dhruv didn't know how to calm the girl's anger.
The girl just felt very bad for herself.
Dhruv understood that the way their fathers had tried to bring them together and what they had done to them was not the right way.
Dhruv was now getting a little angry at them.
But he calmed himself down and started walking towards the girl.
As soon as he reached the girl.
He was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
Pointing towards the door, he said, "We should first see who is at the door and what the situation is outside right now."
The girl said in a calm voice, "I think it's Uncle Raju."
Saying this, she bit her lip and moved forward to open the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw an old man standing there with some bags in his hands.
He bowed his head and said very softly, "Ma'am, Sir asked me to do this. He also said that this is an agreement between him and Mr. Rathore.
So you don't need to react like this.
You are getting too angry..."
Before he could say anything further, Avanya interrupted him and said, "Has my father gone mad?"
The girl suddenly became angry, "Is there no other easier way for me to get to know someone?
Is there a need to bring people together like this?
How embarrassing this is..."
Just then, her phone started ringing. When she took out her phone and looked, it was Nikhil calling.
Dhruv didn't think anything and quickly picked up the call.
Nikhil's voice was completely calm.
He said, "Chhote Sarkar! Have you completed your work?
Are you still at Moon Night Hotel?"
Dhruv found his voice very serious, yet somewhere in his voice, he felt a secret hidden, so Dhruv asked him thoughtfully, "Nikhil, tell me clearly, did you know about this beforehand?"
Nikhil hesitated for a moment and stammered, "Yes, Chhote Sarkar, I knew about this beforehand, and I was the one who prepared the wine bottle for you."
Dhruv was a little disturbed by this, but he understood that Nikhil had always been a secretive person.
He is not what he appears to be in front of Dhruv, because as Dhruv spends time with him, his secrets are gradually coming out.
One day, he might get into trouble because of this.
"Chhote Sarkar, are you listening?"
Dhruv snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Yes... yes, I am listening, please speak."
Nikhil continued, "Chhote Sarkar, your father, Bade Sarkar, specially ordered me to do this work, and I have no right to refuse him.
Therefore, I had to do this."
Nikhil had presented his case clearly to Dhruv.
Now Dhruv had nothing left to say to Nikhil, so he shook his head and said, "Okay, it doesn't matter what happened?
Come to Moon Night Hotel quickly and pick me up from here as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Nikhil quickly said, "Yes, Chhote Sarkar, I'm arriving now."
Saying this, Dhruv left the room and started going out of the hotel.
Then, as soon as Dhruv came out, he met the same girl again.
This time, the girl professionally extended her hand and said to Dhruv, "Hello, I'm Aliya Kapoor, the manager of the Moon Night Hotel."
This time, the girl did not hide her truth that she was Avanya Maheshwari.
She was not ashamed anymore, her face was a little pale.
But there was no expression on her face, although it was clear from her demeanor that she had been brought up very well, and she belonged to a good family, and even her handshake style clearly showed that she had been well-trained.
The girl's upbringing was evident from her demeanor.
When Dhruv was young, he was a bit rebellious.
He was so stubborn and arrogant with his money that he didn't see anyone besides himself, nor did he listen to anyone.
He completely neglected his family's standards and always followed his chosen path.
He never followed his family traditions and restrictions.
He always did as he pleased. During this time, he made a mistake for which his family had no forgiveness.
Because of this, Dhruv was punished by his family.
He was punished in such a way that all his family resources were taken away so that he would understand the value of things and people.
In a way, his arrogance was broken.
Now Dhruv had learned a lot from his mistake. He never wanted to live the way he did in his past life, so he suddenly grabbed Avanya Maheshwari's hand and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, even if it's in this way."
Hearing this from Dhruv, the girl was surprised, but composing herself, the girl looked at Dhruv for a moment and said softly, "I'm not Avanya."
Then the girl slowly lowered her head and asked Dhruv, "Are you Dhruv?"
Dhruv smiled slightly and said, "Yes, that's right, I am Dhruv, and if I'm not mistaken, you are Avanya.
Along with this, I am now realizing how I reached this room. Perhaps our elders are behind this."
The girl just looked at Dhruv but said nothing.
Dhruv was completely convinced that the girl in front of him was Avanya, but for some reason, the girl was hesitant to accept this.
"Avanya mam, sir had said that..."
Raju wanted to say a lot more, but as soon as he saw Avanya's face, he muttered to himself, "I think ma'am is very angry right now, and she also seems a bit irritable, and saying anything to her at this time would be like hitting my own foot with an axe."
From Uncle Raju's demeanor, Avanya clearly understood what he meant. She knew very well that Avanya had been brought up with a lot of pampering since childhood.
Avanya said, "Stop it. If he ever does such a thing again, I will forget that there is any father-daughter relationship between us.
Tell him this clearly. I don't want to say anything else to him."
Saying this, Avanya slammed the door shut and left.
As soon as she left, Uncle Raju glanced at Dhruv and bowed his head, following Avanya, and went after her.
He started calling her from behind, "Avanya ma'am, listen to me... Please stop, Avanya ma'am."
But the next moment, Avanya raised her foot and kicked Dhruv's foot badly.
She pulled her hand back and said, "Yes, but I don't think I would want to meet a boy like you again!"
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