Reveal

Karan's Pov:

The envelope felt heavier than it should have, or maybe it was the weight of what it represented. Sitting alone in my room, I stared at the crisp Anand Tech logo stamped on the top-right corner. I'd been through worse-military drills, high-stakes operations, and life-or-death moments-but somehow, this single piece of paper had my heart pounding.

With a deep breath, I unfolded the letter, my eyes scanning the words that would define the next chapter of my life:

"We are pleased to offer you the position of the Export Strategy Consultant at Anand Tech."

Export Strategy Consultant. A role tailored to my goal of bridging tradition with innovation. I read the letter again, letting the words sink in.

For a moment, I thought back to the interview room-the way Mr. Gautam's eyes had studied me, sharp and calculating. The panel's skepticism about my lack of corporate experience still rang in my ears. But I had answered with honesty and confidence, just as I'd been trained to.

Now, here it was. My chance.

The letter continued:
"Your responsibilities will include optimizing export operations, integrating advanced technological solutions, and identifying international market opportunities in alignment with the company's strategic goals."

I smirked to myself. This was no battlefield, but the mission felt just as critical. I wasn't just here to work. I was here to prove I could learn, adapt, and create something that would outlast even the strictest military protocol.

The door creaked open, and Tarun strolled in, his signature grin plastered across his face with Rehana She also plastered her mischief grin on her entire face.

"Well? What's the verdict, Major Karan Grover?" he teased, leaning against the doorway. Rehana waiting for my answer.

I held up the letter. "Export Strategy Consultant."

His grin widened. "Dad didn't go easy on you, did he? I told him you'd ace it, though."

"Let's just say it wasn't a walk in the park," I replied, standing up. "But this is just the beginning."

Tarun clapped me on the back. "Come on, Consultant Grover. Time to celebrate. First round's on me."

"Should I tell Sanjana" She asked me with the same pride smile as Tarun.

I glanced at the letter once more before folding it neatly and tucking it into my jacket. The battlefield had changed, but my mission was clear: Learn. Grow. And eventually, build the bridge between Anand Tech and my father's legacy.

"Yes, go on tell her or wait tell everyone!"
She immediately runs towards the down, probably telling mom dad.

This wasn't just a job-it was a challenge. One I intended to conquer.
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"I am proud of you son" Dad claims, with pride. And mom hugged me for this achievement. They are looking happier than ever. 

"Tarun, so how is work going on" Dad inquired Tarun. 

"Too good uncle, but now it will be phenomenal. Because my friend with me now" He answered. I just smile at his words. He always prioritizes our friendship. I am really happy to have a true friend like him. I don't say it aloud but being his friend teaches me another aspect of my life, and I genuinely learn from him. Parents say truth make countable friends but make like this that they will help you in your critical time, and happy foe you when you grow. 

"Oh yeeha Karan who was your meeting with that girl" Nooo dad please don't ask, in front of Tarun please dad please. damn his expression changed in seconds, I manage not to change my expression. 

"Amm... yeh good" I maintain my poker face.

"Who is she" Damn I knew it! he will ask,

 "No one Tarun, just a.... friend"

"aese konsi friend hai jisse mai nahi jaanta" he asked, no not asked he interrogate me!             

{"Which friend is there that I don't know?"}

"kya baaten ho rahi hai" mom said, she is holding tray of tea, and also some snacks.               

 {What's going on?}

"Nothing aunty, bas Karan se puch raha tha, ki konsi dost hai jo meri dost nahi, kyun Karan, who is she." he asked suspiciously.                               {Nothing aunty, I was just asking Karan, who is a friend who is not my friend, why Karan, who is she."}

"Who is it, brother?!" ab bass issi ki kamii thi, ye bhi aa gai.                            {Now she was just lacking, she also came.}

"Kashika". Papa's voice echo throughout the room.

 "Who is Kashika Tarun, is she is your new friend, because as far as I know, you don't know any girl named Kashika, maybe she is in the military" he asked. But in sarcasm. 

"No, no beta, she is not in military, she is...." 

"Oh mom, do one thing, say on the behalf of me too" I cut her, now enough, she will reveal everything. And right now, I need proper expiation.

"What happen Karan bhai, are you hiding something or someone? " Rehana asked, out of the box. She is the most dangerous person in my life. because of her I meet My Lady, and now I will be beaten by this bastard friend of mine.  

"Why would I hide anyone?" I chuckle to brush it off. 

"Who is she?" Tarun asked coldly. And my guts saying that he is really angry. But I can't tell truth also. 

"She is one of my friends" 

"apne baap ke samne jhut bol raha hai" dad interrupted.  Why all dads want to humiliate their own son, and that too in front of a friend.                [" You are lying in front of your father]

"Tarun, Kashika is his fiancé" dad said, but he said wrong, she not my fiancé. she is nothing to me. 

"what the---" Tarun exclaimed, 

"Tarun wait" I show my hand toward him, to not say anything further, about me. "And papa she IS NOT MY FIANCE, she is nothing to me papa" I said it bit loudly, I know this is not right way to talk to your parents, but he is making this issue too much. 

"But your grandfather arranged this marriage for you, and here you are saying this" he has Alzheimer or what, he forgets that conversation of us, about breaking the alliance. 

"Karan you are married already!!!" and here he vomits.... 

"Dammnn you Tarun" I gritted at him. And he just shrugs his shoulders.

"WHAT..." MOM.

"WAHT" this time dad.

 And "WOAAWW" here she is my evil sister she is giggling at my condition.

 And here I am gone.

"You married, Karan." mom asked me half shock, half angry, and full disbelieve. By looking her face, I can say that she can faint in any second.  

"And you don't even care to tell you family about this...!! Leave that, how dare to get married without our prior approval." dad exclaimed. they all are shooting questions like a machine gun, but machine gun is far safer than these nonsense question, and about your question dad, that regarding permission then ask your bahu about this, she is too fast in doing anything. 

"And here you have fiancé too." Tarun said. He too. I can't believe.

"Wait!!! Tarun I already clear that she is not my fiancé, she is nothing to me" I said coldly. 

"Karan, you love someone, you have fiancé someone, and you got married to someone!!! what are you doing beta!!" Mumma, said while sitting on the sofa again, from which she got up after hearing that God Damm truth, and what she just said fiancé......now I really hate this word... 

"Mom, mom, relax, what you think I am like that, no mom, never, Kashika, will never be my fiancé, and Sanjana will be my first and last love mom, I promise. I swear on her."  how much my heart ache, at her swear, I never swear on anyone, especially on her, not because is there any kind of lies, all I said is truth, one hundred percent truth, but just I never ever swear on anyone. 

"And I married Sanjana, not anyone, and Kashika, nothing to me." I said to mom, but my target is Tarun. "One more thing, NO ONE WILL BE MY WIFE, EXCEPT SANJANA" I said these words very clearly and loudly, so that my dad keeps this in his mind. 

The room felt silence, we all are sitting at our earlier place, tea is also lost its warmth and taste and the room felt more colder than earlier. Tarun stands up from his place and say goodbye to dad and mom and went toward the outside. I follow him to his car. 

"Thank you!" he said.

"For what"

"For loving her that much and take stand for her in front of your own parents"

I just smile at his words. He is like that, always, who easily forms relationships and fulfills them with complete honesty.

"But what now- what about that girl"

"I will take care of that girl, do not worry and please don't say this to anyone, okay" I warned him. He gave me an evil smile, and he drove. 

I exhale a deep breath and enter into the home, for clearing the mess I have created. 

Trisha's Pov:

This is too much how can they do this to me, that too my own parents. I am hell angry, whyyy....!!!!!! At first, they say that you do what you want to do, 'jab tera man kare tab shadi kar lena' now what.

 I am driving recklessly on the road, I didn't even realize when I went out of town. My phone buzzed showing my dad's name, first my reflex action was immediately picking the call, but today I take time to receive the call. 

"Hello"

"Trishaa" this my mom's concern voice echoed in silent car.

"Han, mummy bolo" I asked angrily.

"What is this behavior Trisha, aese kon ghar se bhar jata hai and that too on just conversation" wait, what 'conversation', I chuckle softly. {"What is this behavior Trisha, such a house gets filled with anger and that too just for conversation"}

"Mom, conversation, seriously, conversation, you both didn't care to include me in conversation, you both just order me that, tomorrow is the boy's family is coming to see you tomorrow" I asked in irritation. On the other side there is long silence.

"Acha ok, it's our fault, happy now" my mom answered me, no taunted me, "ab bas yahi din baki reh gaya tha dekh ne ko, ki beti ab maa-baap ke decision se gahr chodne ko tayiyyar ho jayegi, are ham ne konsa shadi kara di teri usse, bas kal dekhne to aar rahe hai, but no, ham to Force kar rahe hai na, yess, it's our faults Ravi, our pervarish fault, pat nahi kaha kami reh gai thi"                   

 [Now only this day is left to see, whether the daughter will be ready to leave the house as per the decision of the father, oh what kind of marriage did we get you married to, we are just waiting to see it tomorrow, but no, we are doing it forcibly, yes, its our fault Ravi, it was our upbringing's fault, where was the lacking in it"]

This is the only way left for Indian Parents to convinces the child, and you know what this is ridiculous because this always work on Indian kids, phewww......I release long breath.                   

"Aa rahi hun meri maa me ghar aar hai hun....chup hoo jaooo" I shouted, full angry on my condition of being helpless. With another sigh I cut the call, {"I'm coming, my mother, I'm home. Shut up."}   

As, I take U-turn from the highway my Car creation an ominous sound, it's like the engine's oil, there was sound of something bad, and with sudden push, my car stops automatically, I tried to cell once, twice, thrice, no effect it's not working, damn, today is a bad day, now there is no taxi available, my last option but my mind is saying not to call, or else they will tell you more things. But I don't have any other option. Ok, Fine they are parents, they have right, but not on my life, but OfCourse they can rescue me, from this bad situation.

"Mumma," I said little bit sadly.

"What happened, why you call me now," she answered angrily. I knew it, now she will throw tantrums.

 "Vo na, car khab ho gai hai, please dusri car beijva do na mumma" this time proper sadly, because how much you are strong, but you can't hide this from your loved ones and specially parents.  {"That car is gone, please send another car mama"}

"Kaha!! tu thik to hai na beta, ruk me tere papa ko bata ti hun.." and like a flip of coin my mom's demeanor change from Angy to worry. Just in 10min. my dad called me. {"wait! Are you alright, son, wait, I'll tell your father.}

"Hello, I sent the car and stay safe in the car" my dad's voice is sound serious. These parents are really worried for you, but we always thought about ourselves, why we all become selfish. Even when they are doing all things for us. 

"Yes papa!!" 

I waited just half an hour, then a Car also take U-turn from the same side and stop right front of my car, I already recognize, the Car, Black Bugatti divo, limited edition, super hyper car, with the personalized in build functions, but my rolls royals is more beautiful. 

I never expect this person here and that too at this evening time. The car door open, and a handsome gentleman come out the car, with long black coat, black shirt and with black pants too, most of the time I hate black, but on him it's looking like from now black is my favorite color. And the man come out the care have hard facial feature, with an electric aura and most insane feature is, his eyes, which always remind me someone, whom I don't know. It's Tarun, he is coming closer to me, then he asked something, but I am so lost in his devilish beauty. 

"----Trisha!" He asked again. Damn it, is he attracting me? No Fucking way. 

"S-Sorry, what"

"What are you doing here Trisha" he asked bit possessively, and tiny bit of anger too, but the most fucking thing is I like his possessiveness and anger for me. 

"Nothing, my car is broken, or something happen to it" I notice his jaw tighten and then he composes himself.

"Ok, come with me!" He ordered me and moved. 

HE ORDERED ME. 

ME

Now I don't move any inch from my place, and I think he realize that he ordered me. Huh, no one can order around Trisha. 

"mai tumse keh raha hun Trisha, and it's not a request" he said coldly.

 {"I'm telling you, Trisha, and it's not a request}

Like seriously, isse sorry bolna chiye tha na!! 

"oh, hello tameez se baat karo!" I spoke.                                                                  {"Oh hello talk politely!"}

"Yaha tum ne apne aap ko musibat me fasya hai, mene nahi" he snaps back. {"You've gotten yourself into trouble here, not me."}

 I open my mouth for saying but failed. Then I just follow him. The care is really awesome. The interior is too lavish. But there is silence in the car, just small humming sound of engine filling the empty space. Then he breaks the silence.                                                                                                         "How did you end up here"

"Vo..mummy papa se kuch behass ho gai thi" I replied.                                    {" I had an argument with my parents."}

"kis baat par" {"On what?"}

"kuch nahi chodo na" {"Don't leave anything."}

"I am a good secret keeper, and now in your chaotic group member too" yes, he is right every member of chaotic group have secret but revel in front of everyone.

"Vo mummy papa ne bina puche ladke valo ko ghar muje dekhne ke liye bula liya" As soon as I said this, he stopped the car with a jerk. His jaw tightens and there is something in his eyes, fire, yes, he is angry. May be.                                                                                                                                                     {"Mom and Dad called the boy and his family home to see me without asking}

"W-what happen" I asked.

"Who is that boy" He asked Stright.

"Who?" I question back to him. 

"The one who is coming tomorrow" His eyes is into mine, without breaking the eye contact he asked again. "Who is he" this time his voice came deep, that shiver down to my spine. I lick my dry lips, and in another moment his eyes drop to my lips, some relief can see in his eye now, but another unreadable emotion flicker in his eye, his gaze stays quiet longer on my lips, then he composes himself and looks forward.  

"I don't even know, who is he, they said one of my papa's friend sons" I replied in low voice. Without any answer he starts the car, again the car filled up with an awkward silence. After about 1 hour he stopped the car at a cafe and asked me.

"Kuch kha lo, it's already 8"                                                                                          {"eat something, it's already 8"}

"Hm, here" I asked him, pointing towards the cafe. 

"Kahi aur chalen?" he asked calmly. {"Let's go somewhere else}

"Nhai, me vo nahi keh rahi, I mean---okk chalo" why the hell am I not feeling confident. I immediately unbuckle my seatbelt and get out the car.       

{"no, I'm not saying that I mean---ok let's go."}

In next moment we both are sitting in this cafe, For the first time I am so confused in the menu, I am always to specify in my choices but today is not my day. Whenever I go any restaurant with friends or family, I always order something which is of their choice or something which they can eat. But today here I don't know about his choices, not even mine, what should I order. And it would have been better if he didn't ask me to order and he placed the order himself.

"So, have you decided something.!" he asked me, now his behavior is Geeting normal.

"Hmm...yeh, I think I--mm" still stammering. Godddd not in front of him.

"Trisha, exam hall nahi hai, so, be comfortable, aur jo tumhe pasnad ho vo mangao ye mat socho ki mai kuch kaha paunga ki nahi, okay", how, I mean how, is he reading my mind or what!! I am speechless. No one in my entire life notice this that I always think twice, one for others and another one of myself--if requires.                                                                             {Trisha, it's not a uniform hall, so be comfortable, and get what you like, don't think I'm going to say it or not, okay."}

"Ok, then I will order, Cheese Garlic Bread, and white Sause pasta, and You?"

"I will go with, Spaghetti Alio e Olio" Impressive! With that We had dinner in silence, but not odd one; musical silence that accompanies absorb activity. After approx. 20 min. later he stated, or I say demanded, yeah, he demanded, the name of that guy who is coming tomorrow, to see me. My heart says something Dangerous, about Tarun, like the way he asked the name and that darken expression of his eyes, made my stomach flip in weird way. So, I decided to tell him truth.

"I don't even know, they said some of papa's friend's son, as tell you earlier."

"Hmm" He just hummed. After then we drove to the home in sweet silence. With switching Radio channels and Songs. He acts too cool at that time, not so reserve nor to extroverts, like perfect businessman, I can't stop myself to compliment him. 

"Thanks for the drive and dinner"

"This is best dinner and drive of my life" did he just flirts with me.

"You are flirting?" I maintain my normal face, but the corner of my lips is stitching upwards. 

"And you are blushing!" he snaps back, Me blushing, no not possible--or may be, stop it, Trisha. 

" hm..hmm...Well leave all that-"

"left" he snap. 

"Let me complete my sentence" I wince at his snaping. But this smile is not going.

"Yes, sorry, but I can't hold back" he chuckles lightly, and another flip in my stomach and I am not feeling ashamed to admit that this is not just flip in stomach it's that fucking butterflies.

"Ok, it's really good time with you. I like it!" I said nonchalantly. And ran towards the house, because yes, I am blushing, it is really good time with him.

He is something. 

 Tarun's Pov:

"It's really good time with you and I like it" she really says this to me, I am feeling happy, that she really feels something good. But as I think about our first dinner, that bastard lingering in my mind, and the worst part that she doesn't know about him. It was our first dinner, very first I really wanted to keep remember this till my last breath. But the worst thing happen is that someone will going to ask for marriage to her for the first time, it will be not me. 

 I really have to find out who is he. I immediately contact with my Haker to know Mr. Sharma's tomorrow schedule. After the wait of eternity, but it's just hardly 10 min. to take, I get to know that there is no one coming suspicious, but my dad's name mentions in his schedule and that is at morning 9:00 am. Really, I know that Mr. Sharma is papa's best friend, but it doesn't mean that he wastes his time in talking with his friends. 

Never mind, it's my turn to involve in work like my father did, So, papa you are free to talk or do time pass. My Mind still reminding the sad expression my Chand. She mentions that someone is coming to see her, but here is no one, that mean, Uncle and aunty just joked with her, and she became so big that she went away from home. How sensitive she is. Or she is right, I will check another important detail, like uncle's friend's list, especially those who have son. Last 2 hour went in searching for that basted, but still, I didn't suspect anyone. 

Yes, Idea, I will go tomorrow with dad. Yeah, and he is going in morning, so this is good for me. after checking some files and mails I went to sleep. 

In morning all my family member getting ready for going somewhere and forced me to ware traditional dress, but my dad supposed to going at Sharma's, I don't ask him about this, or he will suspect me. 

Our car stops at the main door of mansion, no, doubt the beauty of this house is different from, any other house. The grand metal gate welcomes us, the door opens and revel the beautiful garden with a small fountain, in the middle of it, with a slight turn there is another wooden gate, which is open most probably for us, the interior is made in very luxuries way, the ceramic tiles floor, and the large hall, with a exported furniture, made of Agra wood and African blackwood.

So, dad plan full family visit here.  

The chandelier in the center celling of the hall, giving a royal touch to the house, Uncle and Aunty is sitting on sofa, but when they get to that we arrived they came to welcome us, but wait they aren't waiting for someone else. My mind is searching for the coming disaster, but I can't coordinate the points. Hell confuses, but my trance brake by sudden jerk from Kanii. "what" she gestures me towards aunty. Who is looking at me with innocent eyes, Trisha's eyes have gone to her. Same round shape eyes, with same intensity of making someone insane no doubt uncle, drool to her. And I drool for their daughter. 

"Kese ho beta!" She asked

"Fine aunty." I replied with sweet smile. Then next is uncle, the powerful man, indeed he taught my dad to do business, can you imagine MY DAD. He is my idol. And he taught him.                      The sharpness of his eyes, and the sharp mind, have the power to read someone else's thoughts too. The attitude and the Aura of his, makes Trisha complete, like dad like daughter, same stick to reality but have hell maturity, even sometimes I also chill but She never, and that too goes to uncle. 

"Namaste, uncle."

"Hey, young boy" he exclaimed. My parents start taking about some unwanted things, like seriously I am sitting here with no information, and they are talking about Share market.

"Kanni, do you know why we are here, and that too, in morning." I whisper to Kanika

"No bhai, Even I am also confused" with that she again engrosses in her orange app. Better not to say, it's only for innocent people like my sister. Sarcasm thaaa. Serious mat le le na. 

But before my patience lost, Mom said, "Tarun, we are here to discuss something very important." very important. Okay, but it gives me goosebumps.

"And what is it mom" I demanded.

"Yours and Trisha's weeding".............

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