AARAV SINGHANIA

I am Aarav Singhania.

CEO of Your Home Enterprises.

Right now... I'm sitting in my conference room.

A long glass table.

Sharp suits.

Voices discussing new project themes, investments, numbers, growth.

Everyone is speaking.

Everyone is trying to impress me.

And I...

am not listening.

"Sir, what do you think about this proposal?"

A voice pulls me back.

I lift my eyes slowly.

They all go silent.

Waiting.

Watching.

Afraid.

Good.

I like it when people are afraid.

It keeps things simple.

"I don't like it," I say flatly.

"No vision. No depth. Redo it."

My voice is calm.

But the way their faces drop...

it's almost satisfying.

I am 30 years old.

And I have everything people dream of.

Power. Money. Name.

But not everything.

Never everything.

I have only one person in my life-

My father.

Vikram Singhania

My mother...

She died the moment I came into this world.

So no...

I don't know what a mother's love feels like.

But my dad...

He tried to be everything.

Father. Mother. Strength.

People told him to remarry.

"For the child," they said.

But he never did.

He chose me.

Always me.

And still...

I am a bad son.

Yes.

A very bad one.

Because I don't live the way he wants.

I don't heal the way he hopes.

I don't... become normal.

He thinks something is wrong with me.

That's why he keeps finding psychiatrists.

Doctors.

Sessions.

Diagnosis.

Labels.

I almost laugh.

Am I insane?

A faint smirk touches my lips as I lean back in my chair.

Insane?

No.

I'm just... not like them.

Because they don't understand what it means to love.

To really love.

To love so deeply that it doesn't end... even when the person leaves.

Her name is-

Anaira

Anaira.

My love.

My possession.

My unfinished promise.

There was a time...

when I had nothing.

Just a middle-class life.

Struggles.

Dreams too big for my pocket.

My father working endlessly.

And me...

doing part-time jobs while studying.

Saving every rupee.

Not for myself.

But for her.

She loved big dreams.

Big houses.

A life that looked perfect.

And I promised her-

"I'll build you your dream home one day."

Not just a house.

A home.

That promise became my purpose.

But she left.

Just like that.

No drama.

No tears.

Just one reason-

"You're poor, Aarav."

Silence.

That's all I remember after that.

Not heartbreak.

Not anger.

Just... silence.

Slowly, my fingers tighten on the armrest.

My jaw clenches.

Even now...

her words echo.

Poor.

I wasn't enough for her then.

But look at me now.

CEO of the biggest company in Uttarakhand.

Your Home Enterprises.

My company.

My empire.

Built from every insult... every rejection... every sleepless night.

People say success changes you.

No.

It doesn't.

It just gives you the power to become what you were always turning into.

And me?

I became... something colder.

Something quieter.

Something that doesn't forget.

I slowly stand up.

The entire room straightens instantly.

No one dares to speak.

Good.

Because there's only one thought in my mind now.

One name.

One destination.

Anaira.

My lips curve into a faint, dangerous smile.

Not of happiness.

Not of peace.

But of certainty.

"You left me because I was poor..."

I whisper under my breath.

"...now let's see how far you run."

Because this time-

I'm not asking.

I'm not waiting.

Soon...

you'll be mine again.

Whether you want it-

or not.