Introduction of Siddharth
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Siddharth’s P.O.V.
This morning I woke up with a severe headache. I know I shouldn’t have taken so many tequila shots last night but I was too frustrated with my life.
I mean seriously is this my life or my Dad’s?
He always imposes his decisions on me. Forgodsake I am 25 year old guy not a kid anymore. Why can’t he let me take decisions for my life by myself?
‘GOD’ he groans loudly, while throwing his duvet on the floor.
He went out of his room and moved towards the terrace of his room. He breathed the fresh morning air and calmed down a bit.
He picked his guitar that was lying on a near bench and starting playing it.
Yes, I want to be a rockstar.
Singing is my passion. Music is my heartbeat.
I want to be a professional singer.
But my dad wants me to be a successful businessman like him who took over his position after him.
Mr. Raghav Malhotra, my Dad, is a successful businessman of India. He has a big business empire worth many billions.
And I am Siddharth Malhotra, 25 years old;
I did MBA which was forced on me by my dad but the only reason I agreed to him was because I want to learn music from Oxford University.
I wanted to stay in London only as I don’t want to be with my Dad.
It is not like that I don’t love him.
I love him but he is always after me to join his business.
And I don’t want to be like him, always busy with work, ignoring family and passion in life.
I returned to India last month only because my dad got a cardiac arrest.
I had to come back though I didn’t want to.
I love being in London as the vibes of that city is so cool. Culture of London is so forward not like India.
Life in London is so happening; night clubs, parties and girls…oooh so revealing and HOT.
Girls used to kiss my toes. They worshipped me for my looks, money and killer rockstar image as leading member of a band there.
But here people in Indian are so traditional and backward. Very few people are in clubbing and things.
And girls in India are Ewww, Covered from head to toe.
Not at all my type.
Any ways back to my headache.
I need lemonade and medicine to get relieve from this awful headache.
I asked a servant to give lemonade and medicine to me.
While sipping on it, I recalled the yesterday’s events.
I had an argument with my Dad. I wanted to go back and he wanted me to stay here and take responsibility of his business.
Dad threatened me that if I will not take over his business this year, then he will disown me and will not give a single penny to me.
‘f**k’
And now I am trapped here.
My life is screwed.
......
I went to bathroom, did my morning business, took shower and quickly changed into casual attire as from today onwards I need to go to my dad office.
He instructed me to reach before 8:50 am.
Right now its 8:20 am by my watch.
I hurriedly exited the mansion.
I ordered my driver to take me to dad’s office. I hope I will reach on time.
At exactly 8:40 I reached office building.
As I approached the elevator, its door was about to close, so I quickly placed my hand on its door to stop it from closing. As I don't want to get late the very first day.
And luckily it stopped.
Door opened wide apart for me to enter.
I was about to enter when my eyes met with a pair of beautiful eyes, beautiful black ones.
I stopped in my track.
But then I noticed her shocked expression on her face. That was epic.
She was looking cute with that shocked face.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
I giggled escaped my mouth on her reaction and I shook my head thinking that these girls are so silly. They get scared so easily.
How frightened she looked.
I walked inside the lift and stand beside her.
I looked toward her.
She was looking at me angrily.
‘Why she is angry?’
I thought for a while.
Oh ….May be she got worried for me.
Worried but why worried?
May be she thought I might get hurt.
‘Oh then I should apologize to her for scaring her.’
But how? I never apologized to anyone in my life.
But I don’t want those beautiful eyes to look angry.
No I can’t.
‘Oh come on Sid, it’s a simple sorry, that’s it. You can do it man’ I thought to myself.
After gathering up my courage I mutter a small “Sorry” to her.
I don’t believe this.
I,... Siddharth Malhotra ....said sorry ....and that to.... a stranger girl. Why?
After saying sorry I looked at those beautiful eyes again but she was not looking towards me, maybe she was thinking something.
Then she turned her gaze towards me and gave me a small smile but her smile didn’t her gorgeous eyes.
I returned her smile and she turned her eyes towards the lift doors.
A strange feeling wrapped my heart as she turned her gorgeous eyes off me.
I wanted to keep looking in those magnetic eyes.
What the hell is going on with me?
I have never seen any girl in her eyes.
I used to look at other parts of the females surrounding me; especially their delicious curves but I never heeded any attention to their face and eyes.
Those girls used to wear revealing clothes, heavy makeup and have slutty looks. They used to bat their eyelashes, smile seductively biting their lips or flaunt their bodies to grab my attention.
They all attracted me but for the time being. Because whatever they did was all fake.
But this girl is different.
She did nothing but I felt little attraction towards her and I don’t know why.
I was lost in my thoughts, suddenly lift stopped.
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