THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE RESPONSE IN THE PROLOGUE. HERE GOES THE FIRST CHAPTER

"..... And the award for the artist of the year goes to.... Omkara Singh Oberoi"

Applauses filled the hall and stood a woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a saree, perfectly complementing her assets. She walked past the audience and stepped up the stage.

"He hasn't come as usual" one of them spoke

"How egoist person he is" another told

"Yea true. We are dying since three years to get this award and he..." third man spoke out

"But one thing is good, we get to see this lovely lady. How lucky OSO is" the man eyed her from top to bottom

Lifting up the award, she took the microphone and spoke, "I am extremely sorry from his behalf but due to some emergency in the business, he could not come. I, being his PA take this award and thank everyone for the love towards his work"

Omkara Singh Oberoi, the second heir of the Oberoi Empire, a businessman by heredity and an artist by choice. His elder brother handles the empire but to avoid the public functions, he has this backup plan every time.

"The same lame excuse. Doesn't he know that everyone present in the hall is aware of the fact that he barely has to see the business as the great SSO never wants his brothers to work?" someone in the audience spoke.

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"Bhaiya, kuch kijiye na. Mai O ko aise nahi dekh sakta(Brother, do something, I can't see Om like this)" Rudy whined in front of Shivaay

"Me too Rudy but what can we do? Wo apne shell se bahar hi nahi aana chahta(He doesn't want to come out of his shell)" Shivaay sighed in defeat

"Par hum hath be haath dhare baith to nahi sakte na(We cant stay hopeless)" Rudy said

Anika, Shivaay's wife entered the room, "Kahi mai bhaaiyo ke beech interfere to nahi kar rahi?(Am I interfering in between the brothers ?)" Anika asked

"Common bhabhi, hum sab ek hi team me to hai(Common sister in law, we belong to the same team)"

Smiling, she sat on the bed near Shivaay and handed him his coffee and Rudy, his milkshake.

"Kis topic pe charcha ho rahi hai? Let me guess. OM?" she chipped

"Yea. We can't get over this topic. He has been really obdurate. He needs to move on now, we too had the loss but sticking on to it is just too much." Shivaay said and Anika held his shoulders

"Haa bhabhi, O sabse zyada mature tha hum teeno me se(He was most mature out of the three of us) and now he is behaving more like a kiddo than me" Rudy spoke

Knock knock

"May I come in Sir?" the girl who took the award spoke

"Come Sohini. Have a seat" Shivaay said

"No thank you sir. Wo Omkara sir ka award maine room me rakh diya hai, I couldn't find him so thought to tell you" she said

"Nice. And thanks a lot har baar uske behalf me award lene jana. You are such a gem" he spoke

"Well, I feel I get paid for it and mai jitna bhi karu iss family ke liye, karza nahi utrega.(No matter how much I do for this family, I could pay you all back)" her eyes welcomed a fresh tear drop

"Ro kyu rahi ho Sohini?(Why are you crying?) Its all the past and see, how strong you have emerged as a girl" Anika said and all smiled

"I think I should take your leave. Bye" saying this, she went out of the room

"Bhaiya, past kya humesha pain hi deti hai?(Do past always give pain?)" Rudy asked

"Haa Rudy, it only gives you pain. May be you had a lovely childhood but now, if you look back to time and realize that you can't live those moments again, you feel sad" Shivaay's answer definitely was worth listening to

"Bohut ho gayi rone rulane ki baat. Now it's time to laugh" Anika began to tickle Shivaay and Rudra and they laughed

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On the other hand, Omkara was busy painting his sorrow and giving it life unlike him. How ironic it is. Even his paintings are more understandable than his life which is all messed up and is burning into ashes with passing time.

"Ye sab meri wajah se hua hai.. I am fucking responsible for everything" he screamed his lungs out but nobody was there to listen to his grief as the entire room was sound proof as per his orders. Living under guilt since the past 4 years isn't an easy job. You die every second without any physical pain but mental torture.

"Mujhe tumhari zarurat hai(I need you)" he fell down on his knees and led the saline drops fall down.

PRECAP - GAURI IN OBEROI MANSION

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