Aarav
The dull thud of weights hitting the floor echoed through the gym, mixing with the rhythm of my breath. Morning workouts weren’t just a routine anymore—they were a necessity. A place where my mind could stay silent for a while.
"Chachu!" a tiny voice chirped.
I looked up, wiping the sweat from my face. My niece stood at the doorway, arms crossed like a mini general, her face all serious.
"Breakfast is ready. Dadi said If you don’t come in ten minutes, she’ll come and drag you out by your ears”.
I raised an eyebrow, amused. "That sounds like a threat."
She grinned. “And she really means it this time. You keep missing breakfast every day. Today, she’s serious.”
I dropped the weights and grabbed my towel. “I wouldn’t dare challenge Dadi’s threats. Let’s go, boss”.
Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in my usual crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, watch buckled tight around my wrist—like always. Every piece of clothing in my wardrobe was either black, grey, or white. Simplicity helped me think clearly.
The dining table was already full of life—Ma, Dad, Bhaiya-Bhabhi, and my little boss, meri niece, halfway through breakfast.
"Finally, the gym freak joins us," bhaiya teased, passing me the toast.
Ma silently placed a bowl of cut fruits beside my plate, jaise har roz karti hain. Chhoti chhoti baatein hoti hain jo maa kabhi nhi bhoolti.
I nodded a thank you and sat down, quietly eating while the noise faded into the background.
The world had a strange way of romanticizing families, love, and all those emotions I never quite believed in.
People said love changes you.
Mujhe kabhi aisa feel nahi hua. I had seen enough to know better.
By 9:15 AM – on the way to the office
I was inside my car, city lights reflecting off the windshield as my driver pulled out of the driveway.
The phone buzzed—three unread emails and a meeting reminder.
"Schedule a call with the Singapore team at 11," I said to my assistant through the Bluetooth.
"Noted, sir. Also, a few media houses want a quote on the Sharma merger."
"Draft something. Nothing dramatic. Keep it clean."
As the skyline blurred past, I leaned back, eyes scanning the roads ahead. The world outside was chaotic. But inside my office, everything was in my control. That's how I liked it—predictable, professional, clean-cut.
Until that day when something, or rather, someone, would disrupt that pattern.
But for now, I had a company to run.
Not a heart to listen to.
Aarav outfit for the office
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