Addiction

So. It's been a long time, right? I mean over a year? To your time at least. But the good thing is, I will start from where we left off…well, not exactly where we left off but nearly a day after…

"Oh, ma gad, it's been so long since I've seen such a dramatic story. Ya know who could've believed such a rich guy so large can be so sweet and daring? Oh, ma gad!!" She had dark skin and blonde hair with dark red lipstick. Enough detail to understand she was grayu and she was live on Instagram where the chat was going insane.

'Fake!'

'R*pist'

'Haram'

'Paap'

Live chat, of course, had no worries to carry and were replying with whatever they had in mind without the hinge of consequences.

People letting their minds out on such a big controversy, mayhaps of the decade. Whether that multi-billionaire harassed a pregnant woman and now trying to cover his ass up by feeding money or threatening her to get back his reputation. Or whether the guy actually did something good because many sources tell that with countless valid proof and witnesses. Something happened and divided many over it, of course, the Social Media were nuts at him, especially Twitter hashtags trending in millions and hundreds of thousands of CCTV footage trending on every social media along with the statement of the woman praising and calling that billionaire her hero, of course, if there was anything that could have a name of this kind of situation it would be simply called Chaos.

Whispers run through the entire working hall. Countless press was there before their building as the employees entered from the back gates and many saw from above floors. Maybe hundreds of reporter mobs stood before the entity of Jivani Enterprise. But it wasn't any different for the employees. Aside, they just got a new update in their lives, so finally, they had something to talk about aside from their family and favorite movies. "Nah, I ain't believe he would betray me like this, me?! I ain't believing it." He had tissues in his hands as he sniffed out in them as loud as possible. The disappointment in his eyes captures the lasso of the dark horses deep in his heart and wails out like a disappointed father. A hand came to his shoulder. "We've all been there, man, we've all been there." In the cabin beside theirs, she sneered at them. "Oh my gad!!! You don't trust our boss, he is the utmost Gentleman this world has ever seen." But in a shocking sudden tears came to her cheeks dropping from her overwhelming reddened eyes. "But I am just sad that he got to see another woman Vi***** before mine!" She wailed. (Believe me, it's very hard for me to write these kinds of double-meaning boomer jokes because people I know in irl read this…but to all those people, bear with me, I can't stop…not yet) And so the same hand came to her shoulder. "We've all been there, lady, we've all been there." She spun her face to him, it was the consoling colleague, their eyes met and so a unique atmosphere was born there, as if its showering roses and winds were blowing like some Bollywood movie dance sequence but the next he knew was all five fingers and a hand mark was on his cheeks. "Where the fuck you're touching me, geezer." She smacked him, and he only touched her naked shoulder as well it was sudden so of course she would be startled by even a colleague yet a stranger.

(Take notes kids)

He was drowned in shock, but a sparkle shone in his lifeless eyes. "I don't fear the slap, I fear the love." He had a fire burning in his eyes (for any non-Indian reading this it is a reference to one of the coldest dialogues in a famous movie by Legendary Salman Khan in which the lead heroine says to him upon not taking the money as when given kindly by Hero but she rather wants him to beat the shit out of her cause she ain't afraid of violence but love) Bollywood is weird sometimes. He then blinks a few times. "And I'm not geezer, cause don't get me wrong I mean I do look like Anupam Kher, like the part I don't have hair and all but Lady it may sound unbelievable but I haven't even reached my 30s." She sneered at him for a few seconds. "OK, I will keep that in mind." She then turned around to her monitor. 'O mi gosh! I love Anupam Kher!' She was all blushy red and couldn't put her mind back to work anymore. (Anupam Kher is known to lose hair at a very young age and had to play roles of fathers of heroes/heroines in Bollywood who were practically older than him) (Wikipedia in a novel, bitches!!)

(Don't take notes kids)

So yeah, I mean, The Drama was real. The swinging sideways faith was real. They needed a reason, hope. But then, fear walks in, like an angel of chaos, dressed in white, upon it, he carries not only fury but the gazes of destruction behind his Gandhi glasses. In a flash of speed as if the time itself was like slowing down, each and everyone's fingers were going back to their keyboard, opening the tab of Excel files and software, some keeping their phones back in their pockets and removing earbuds from while others acted like they are taking a break after 6 hours of shift, yawning and opening their muscles. Everybody goes back to their work so quickly that I have to put your own imagination to work to make it more dramatic. That's how much everybody nearly pissed their pants regardless of gender. Aside from one, Bitch Lasagna employee. Yesterday something happened that tear down his repute in his own eyes, sad and overwhelmed by the sorrow, he couldn't able to get his mind into a proper motion and listened to Arjit Singh's songs for 17 hours non-stop, nothing in the world interested him anymore, nor did he had the carvings for anything. He was broken outside and dead inside. In other words, he was one of the very few who have not caught up with the grand mega incident.

He had tears in his eyes, because of literally being caught watching (P*rn) last night by his boss, and then having to come to the office the next day because no work shall be stopped was the order from Dillon K. Don. And nobody had the balls to go back on his words, I mean everybody would rather jump from this building rooftop than go back on Dillon K. Don's words, he thought of that, but for some reason, it was locked and only a few people have the keys to it so he came back even more depressed. Don halted his eyes on him (Bitch Lasagna) and saw a man who as if had no ambition in life when Bitch Lasagna had his eyes shut and rounding tears in cornering and wired headphones on his ears, though of course, he didn't buy a premium Spotify so there was always these annoying ads after every song, but he was so broken even THAT did not bother him, now imagine how messed up his situation was up there in the head. But to Don's eyes, all he could see was devotion, unity, and that heavenly vision he saw when this company was formed. Yes, that was it, the pure love for the job they do. Don took his steps toward him (Bitch Lasagna) and lapped a hand on his shoulder, brought his mouth next to his ears, removed his earphones, and whispered.

"Come to my cabin."

*Okay, Sigh*

-Men Part 1- (It has to be a part series)

Men are simple creatures, easy to maneuver, for the sake of bobs and vegetables, they do things unimaginable sometimes. Their fantasies, of course not always, but bounce around 3-4 things, Money, Woman, Horney, or Sleep, sometimes Food that's just the gist of it though. Many dream of the ultimatum for years to come and melt their candles with the fireworks of burning passion, finally making them into proper men. They dream of whispers of warmth into their ears, from the castle of heavenly cloudy breaths. To fall into the pit of scarlet wine, to walk in the slushy world.- (okay my bad I got lost lil bit) Yet, IF, if it was a woman who whispered in a man's ears in such a way, especially to ma virgin boys, they would have melted in the same seconds and remained that way for another year thinking about it, dreaming about it every night they go to sleep, however, IF, however, if it happens to be a guy, it would be gone into either two categories, one straight-up gay, or two, that would be considered Homiesexual, and would be filed into SUS behavior down in the shelf of the memories library. Although this case was neither, first of all, it wasn't a lady, second, it was Dillon K. Don. The Devil of Heaven and warrior of the underworld, a veteran who has only one thing remaining in his veins, discipline. His gaze was enough to make people like Andrew Tate scared their shit out and give them such discipline where with such influence they start to address actual problems instead.

-Back To the Moment-

The whisper was heard by mostly everyone nearby and was enough for them to get lifelong nightmares as their gaze went wide, confused, and scared. Bitch Lasagna, opened his eyes, slow, and calm, there was a distant darkness far even when all the daylight was there, he could feel the breath of Don upon his ears, little tickling and slightly smelly of course. The voice of Don enters his ears as if the ringing bell of heaven calling him closer and closer, and a silhouette appears before his eyes. "Jesus, is that you?" But the very next second after this was whispered from his lips, that the face of RJ appeared before him. 'You are not Christian beware of your words.' Bitch Lasagna came back to life in the span of milliseconds. He spun his eyes with extreme speed and jumped from his chair and moaned unintentionally.

"Kyaaaaa!!"

Like a little girl. The whole office was thrown into the abyss of silence, but as seconds passed by, everybody looked at Bitch Lasagna.

'Yeah, that seems about right.' Everybody had the very same thought, they genuinely felt bad for him.

Don was startled and even he—as some more seconds passed—could feel the mistake he just created amid being lost in his chaotic thoughts. "A-Ahem, please come to my office, I would like to discuss some important details with you."

Then Don walked into his opaque glass cabin. He was alone and stood there, by the door for a few moments then fixed his ties and set his eyeglasses right, walked to the window, and gazed beneath to see many, many reporters and media waiting for the reply after hours of no words given.

"Young Master Raj, what have you done?" He whispers.

-Knock Knock

The door was knocked and so Don spun to point his gray eyes to the cabin entrance before. "You may come in." It was Bitch Lasagna employee, (ok I'm growing out of all this bitch lasagna employee thing I mean it is too long and sometimes feels cringe and wrong, so from now on he will be called, Bitch? Nah that's bad, Lasagna doesn't make much sense. Hmm how about BL?) So back from where I left, BL entered the room.

(wait, I've made it worse…well whatever)

Don spun his gaze to him, giving him a side-eye. "Yes Sir, you called me in?" Don walked towards his table and sat as his palm gestured BL to sit opposite the table.

...

A few minutes pass without a single word being shared, only the little clicks of the clock rung faintly to ears. BL created countless scenarios in his head about how to start a conversation and dominate it but couldn't in real life. Don finally put out some motion and grasped the sphere of a globe on the edge of his table "Yesterday…" BL on the other hand reached his palm for the water glass and shivered as if electrocuted and frozen into a motion, like a painting of Edward Munch's The Scream. Terror grabs him into the hole of darkness. After all, yesterday something happened…

"You Know…" BL asked Don as the tears in his eyes welled up again. "Yes, I know…" And sincerely Don replied biting his lips… "Everybody knows."

"Everybody, (in office) huh." Life fades away from BL's eyes. "I just wished if something like this ever happened, I wouldn't be alive." He kept the glass of water on the table.

"Me too…" Don replied. "But do not worry child, it will get better."

BL let out a heavy sigh of regret.

"No, it won't, it is addictive and it will act, and the more insane it will become, at some point, there will be nothing left, even the sanity itself." His soul wasn't with him anymore, rather crushed beneath such weights of regrets and disappointment.

"No, it will never go insane. These things never become so, they're just many thoughts together, tangled and wronged cultural values on younger generations. But there is a path out of it, always is." Don still had the belief in the young youth that the issue of molestation in this country will get better.

"Say, Sir…have you ever done it?" By surprise, BL had this spilling from his mouth. There of course regret in his voice but, his question was honest and straightforward.

but

Beneath the cold air conditioner swaying air, Don sweats, his eyes wide apart as confusion takes over his blue gaze.

'wh-what the fuck?'

He thought, calmly tightening his grasp on the sphere. But then, he had his gaze finally looked into BL's, it was honest, and it was reasonable, genuine. Don had tiny bits of tears rounding in his eyes, it was the image of himself, when this company started, that innocent young man, wanting to explore the world of wealth, to change his destiny. Yes, that's what his eyes had before.

"n-no…"

"Wait, never?" BL

"... I mean…once…b-but that was my wife…" Don. "...still before she was my wife," Don added whispery.

"What? Why? Why in front of your wife??" BL

"What why, why? What do you mean why in front, it is 'to' my wife…and I mean I was different and everybody has those young days…so why not?" Don.

"Why not? I mean…valid…but I mean alone? No?" BL.

"Alone what? How? Stranger? Why?" Don.

"Why, Why? Why Stranger? I mean why not alone, just alone?" BL.

"What why not? Why alone in the first place? No, HOW alone in the first place?" Don.

"Yeah…point…but 'how' damn, you must've been a playboy, no need to do it alone or even think of it." BL.

There was a pause.

Don twisted his white brows."Wait…what are we talking ab—" The door slammed open. It was a glasses lady, silky soft hairs and adapting panic on her face, gulping down, she wandered her gaze over Dillon K. Don. "S-sir…it's Boss." Don immediately understood the tension arising, RJ had finally come.

…

A helicopter was coming down to the roof of the RJ enterprise skyscraper, every reporter could see from the ground there was something above landing, and that simple guess was enough for them to riot loudly for the answer and so chaos was emerging once again.

"As you can see, there is a helicopter landing over the building, it must be The Raj A. Jivani!"

All the channels went live and hashtags ran nuts on Twitter. In the span of a few minutes, everything was all over the place. Don immediately left his cabin to the roof, without anybody wanting to tail him, he wanted to confront this alone. Something that he should have done a long time ago, but the fear of his mother wouldn't let him do so. But now on the verge of such a situation, he felt as much responsible as RJ himself was, something like this would never have happened if only he was there when that young soul needed him. With tangled thoughts clouding his mind, he let out a heavy breath, after all, this wasn't the time to be guilty, but to fix this mess. And so, upon the rooftop reached Dillon K. Don, his gaze had anger yet also many, many questions. But one thing was sure, RJ did not do what he had the allegation on him, that's for sure. But, something felt off when he properly put his eyes on the helicopter, it wasn't a Jivani vehicle as he thought, the helicopter door was open and the eyes met just to nearly give Don another heart attack on the same day, after all, it was Naina Nandina, his worst fear.

Naina had raven sunglasses on, yet Don knew what hid beneath, it was the wrath that had come to annihilate the Jivanis once and for all, finally. "You are not welcomed, Lady Naina." She continued her walk—past him without even looking back at Don. "Oh boy, I am…" Don clenched his fist hard. "Lady, please don't take advantage of this, this isn't one of your games and not the rivalry now needed." Naina halted her steps and spun at Don with a sneer. "You thought, I've been playing games all this time?" Sneer turned into a pitiful grin. "Don't act like you know me…father…" She left. Leaving Don speechless and tangled in the chains of guilt.

—

BL was coming out of Don's cabin, he had a grin on his face, somehow he felt better, in his life he never talked about something like this without being laughed at, and after talking with someone older and much wiser than him, it kind of took the weight off his heart a little, but as soon as his step was taken out, everybody spun to him for a brief seconds perhaps wondering what was it that he was called out by White Death himself, yet, it put shiver of panic down his spine, after all, according to Don…everybody knows his secret, even his ex that he could see from where he stood, she was exactly looking at him and immediately spun her face as his gaze set on her. BL was broken once again. Arijit Singh was about to get 100 hours of listening time once again on Spotify. Though after that, BL decided to go to the toilet to take a little pause from life, he rethought everything that had happened so far, and there was immense guilt to it, but somehow after facing Don and RJ he realized something, and as the songs of Arijit Singh played in his head. "My bosses are damn cool." Of course, they had earned his utmost respect in that sector, where when he needed somebody to understand him, they kind of stepped up, as if not wanting him to go into depression and caring for his health. As far as he could remember, even his friends weren't that kind. He thought over and over and understood the goodwill this office had was incomparable to anything he has encountered so far. He had a toothy grin and perhaps could stay put for an hour more and think about all the crazy scenarios in his head of him becoming an employee of the month but then he smelled the shit and decided to leave before down there gets dry, and the use of wet tissues becomes inevitable.

The Men Toilet was on the right corner of the elevator way and alongside stairways. Although at such high floor building, stairs weren't exactly use to go down all the way, rather people use to go to the bakery and food court a floor up while of course also serving the purpose of fire exit, although there was a reason it was just next to men toilet, some people like to empty their stomach before filling it again with all the vegetarian food, but the women one was on the other side—left side—of the elevator way, behind the curtain to intervene any controversy.

After setting his hair with water, washing his face clean, and then washing his hand, BL felt fresh as if he had just been bathed. He let out a large gasp of confidence and stepped outside the toilet with shimmering charisma as if he's been reborn, and took the step towards the new life he has chosen. Each and every step feels like destiny and pride in him accepting his failures and moving forward, each and every step feeling the power surging in his veins and battle of many chemicals in his mind. He had no enemies, he was the pure rebuilt stepping stone of the person he was going to be. It felt pleasant, it felt hard, and yet he decided to walk back to his table.

Though, after that much buildup there is supposed to be a plot twist, right…?

And so, as soon as he aligned with the elevator, its doors opened, and black death walked in. Yes, it was Naina Nandina.

She was in a raven Bulgari overcoat, along with black Saint Louis high heels, 18k gold sunglasses of Ray Ban covering her eyes, and of course, adding to her fancy look a black Chanel handbag. The all-black outfit resembles as if she was here for some funeral, and perhaps to her, it was as such.

Their eyes met, and although BL couldn't see anything behind those sunglasses, he kind of was spooked and frozen into a motion of walking. Naina looked at him, from beneath the glasses, and blinked quite a few times, confused as natural. She didn't have anything against the employees, aside from pity that they had to work under someone like RJ. However, she always wondered whether the employees of Jivani were as talented as many legends have told, after all, they did have the highest IQ people working together. Perhaps rivaling that of Nasa and many other grand government entities and that was because many people working here were veterans of wars or highly classified individuals with a past nobody can talk about. They work here in the hopes of living a normal life after not being given the opportunity at the early stages of their lives, this was their second chance. Hence, this was not only her chance to find that about but also could be a great opportunity to snatch such ones from her archrival grasp. With such thoughts, she proceeds with her excellent smile that can make anybody fall for her in an instant.

That grin gave BL another round of shit.

He spun back to the toilet and took hefty steps just to be called out by Naina. "Excuse me, mister." With a gentle voice. It startled her that her smile did not work, and perhaps, this was that 'classified individual' the world talked about. "I presume you know me, I am Naina Nandina." BL spun to her with a flood of hesitation.

-Of course he knows her—

Naina Nandina is one of the greatest minds in the business world and is often called by the name tag of Winner, after all, she plays both sides and comes out on top. She was the second richest woman in the world, if only there wasn't Jeffry's wife in the way, still though being second all by herself and having 2nd leading company in the country, she had her boots of success fitted exactly right. The golden inspiration and Queen of all the women on the internet and media. In a documentary, one of her unique abilities that have been talked about by many business experts is—She always plays her cards right, taking unique but small business ideas under her enterprise or crushing them entirely if they refuse was the key. It was a highly controversial topic that she always denied, also no proof was there, so it remained a conspiracy. And it doesn't end there at all, she owns the third largest shares in Jivanis, and not only that but she right up has a rival company competing with Jivanis as well. But as with everything, she wasn't all loved or appreciated, since she had a history of controversy with RJ throughout her career, you may ask why? Well, that's complicated, not only that RJ defeats her on the most income generated by a single company each month/year, but despite having the third largest share in Jivanis, RJ still had the 1st share, and with solely that he kind of is richer than her, annually more successful and have reached more heights, gained more name and goodwill in the market than she did with her own enterprise and with the share she owns in Jivanis, on top of that, he is younger than her, around cutting edge of, 3 years. Hence, she always drags him into some controversy like RJ having some mafia behind him or he is the part of Illuminati or sometimes saying random rumors surfing on the internet about him are true. It was obvious that envy eats her daily, and even drags her down the faulty paths quite many times, making wrong decisions just for the sake of competition and upsetting her part owners of the companies she runs. Still, though, there were countless news articles, books, and even a Nat Geo documentary on her business structure, and WB was planning on making a movie about her. Naina Nandina was a loud name that spoke about women's empowerment and everybody had their eyes set on her, but she remains in some shadows of Rj leads her to be a bitter person…

—Back to the moment—

BL had his shit lurking on the gates of freedom, but he then tightly inserted it back, fixed his posture, and tried to look confident. Of course, it sucked. "Yes, madam I do know you, how may I inform you according to your desires?" She looked speechless, and yeah it sounded extremely professional, but it seemed uncharismatic. She had her doubt raised; so are all the things she has heard legends of fake? If it is, then this is a MUST opportunity alongside the molestation case. She had a grin once again, and it pushed the pressure on BL (literally) "Oh I'm sorry, I must have startled you." She put a hairline behind her ear. "So like, I just wanna ask you a few questions, as one of the partners of your boss. You know he's a great friend of mine." BL came back to the moment, it was irony that brought him back. He gazed at her, mute without any words, and was startled that she would lie so obviously, doesn't she see the news every day? Or use Twitter? It gave Naina a sudden realization.

'Oh, he's sharp.'

That bombastic side-eye he gave her taught her; this was RJ's office, and he surely knows about the rivalry. (Not that it was on Social Media and Television 90% of the time and she created a fuss here like a day ago.) She cautioned herself and proceeded with it. "So, what is your opinion of your boss?" Of course, understanding the innocent act might not go along with a long conversation, she started with a kind voice as if someone superior asked for advice on a certain project. She was extremely good at faking her intentions, that's what the business is all about. Still, it came rather as a surprise to BL, but without even giving a second. "I look up to him, better than the closest friends and as kind as a mother, though as a father, responsible as brother and tsundere as a sister. He had all in himself." BL replied with pride taking in. Still, the fact he called RJ mom, and dad despite him being younger than BL about like 8 years. It once again left Naina speechless, behind those sunglasses her eyes expressed a mystery that nobody knows. "Oh, so that's how much you trust your boss?" It broke her character. "Yes, of course." And once again without giving a second BL replied with pride. "So what do you say about yesterday's event?"

"...yesterday's event?" Panic once again runs down his expression. "What about yesterday…?"

"Oh please! Don't play the fool with me, everybody knows it…"

"Everybody, what? How—everybody…?"

"You know what? Please let me make it clear to you…the whole world knows about it…"

"Whole world huh…?"

"Wait, you really think something like that would go under the radar and nobody will know about it?" Naina had a devilish grin. "You really are naive…in this world, in this business, these issues will never go unattended, he will have to pay for it." She had completely stepped out of her character, something snapped within her, it was quite obvious that even here there was that much-spoken envy the media talked about, and she was plain to it as well. "How can you be so sure the whole world knows about it…?" BL couldn't keep up with a smile he had, it was lost—gone into the mist of chaos, utterly defeated, and as if everything had been taken out of him, he spoke as if he had a dead man's tongue. "It was immediately on the news and social media, ever since. Someone had come with video evidence of the whole scenario, but the woman a few hours later posted on Twitter and then the whole thing changed…" She rather went and told him the story just in case yet leaving some parts. Though For a second BL was into it, but next, he wasn't. "Wait what? What woman?" BL was thrown into the abyss of mayhem, his depression was replaced by uncertainty. "The woman…you know that…right?" Naina was as much sinking into the confusion as BL. BL though, narrowed his eyes.

"There was no woman…" BL

"What do you mean there was no woman, of course there was, there is!"

"No, no, it's me and Boss alone…" He paused. "...wait…"

For that mere second BL realized something out of the memory shelf. There was another monitor lit far from his side, he thought maybe somebody left their display open but what if someone was there, and happens to be a woman? (it was Sania Sonari sleeping in case you forgot) It struck him like lightning and a sudden conclusion of how the word got out because RJ won't rat him out just like that. "Oh, there was a woman?" He spoke asking the gender.

"Yes, of course, how do you think a man would be able to do that?" Men don't give birth

"Do what? Oh…I see, self-burn." BL understanding women don't exactly trust each other (Not true).

"What—'self burn' ? It had nothing to do with it." Naina. There's nothing 'Self-Burning' though.

"Okay calm down, men too do that once in a while, so do not be ashamed." Yeah, guys rat each other out a lot, common tho, no hard feelings.

"How in the WORLD do they do it?!" Men don't give birth. She looks concerned at this point, is there a new update in humanity that she's unaware of?

"They just do, no hard feelings tho." As I said, no hard feelings.

Naina was left speechless, perplexed but she continued taking a gulp down her throat.

"Listen, please elaborate with me on this topic, is it possible? Is there a new foundation or something because in my lifetime and to be frank in the history of mankind, I have not seen any Man going into Labor."

"Off topic but I mean we do go to labor, I am in labor standing here in front of you, 9 to 6 every day." He had a smile.

There was a pause.

Naina stood there in the vast emptiness of silence, her mind couldn't take anymore. She twisted her raven brows

"Wait…what are we talking ab—..." She halted her tongue. "You know what? I shall take my leave." No, she wasn't defeated, rather her mind needed some time to comprehend—to understand what just had happened—and she was also running out of time. However, as she departed towards the RJ cabin, her chain of thoughts was perhaps not done yet, the people of this office should know who is superior and is going to win this battle. "But do not forget, your boss will have to pay for it." That of course took BL by surprise, and he hastened his courage to speak up. "But it wasn't him, it was me who did it. It should be me who should undergo the punishment!" Naina did want to hurl and face the mere employee but she didn't, finally now understanding, this was that unspoken legend renounced in this world, the unity established by Don under RJ's mighty power to lead them. They were no less than soldiers, ready to sacrifice themselves in the name of their company and boss. That is the Legend—Now the truth of Jivani.

Today once again, somehow, Rj managed to defeat Naina, once again he made her feel weaker and win the war without even trying. She bit her lips, walking to the end of this large rectangle floor, to Rj's cabin. Upon each of her steps gazes whirl to her and that aura she carries flicks everyone off, she was the Black Death, it was apparent and widely accepted. She was the kind that if you make a tiny mistake that cost even a penny loss, she would take it for granted and she will be there to make sure you don't find any other jobs after firing you. Her anger was devouring each soul of this office.

It was Naina Nandina.

No need to even whisper, but her silhouette in broad daylight could say it all.

Everyone in the office were surely wondering who BL was talking to, but weren't sure, thought maybe the guy is up to another his dose of daily Porn, but he was talking to somebody alright but as soon as her figure was on their slope, anxiety ran in their veins and they knew the day is going to be even more dramatic than it already had. Not that it involves them much but having someone like her in the same presence would be enough to understand that they might be going home late today. (that's what truly bothers them)

BL was left standing in his defeat and finally came out in light, to everyone's eyes, he walked as if nothing in him resided, no hope, no fear, a sheer walking dead. It made everybody wonder,

'So that's what Naina Nandina could do to a man.'

They had their share of admiration towards Naina, after all, she was even more devilish than the media had told them.

However,

Naina had her face bloomed red like a tomato, while pouting in defeat to a mere employee, of course she will never admit that she lost that battle, but come on, there was no way she could understand what was going on. On top of that, she tried to look cool while walking off and blabbering defamation against Rj, but even that backfired when BL defended Rj as if he did the sin, it made her look like some kind of villain of the week. She could feel all these gazes on her, judging her and probably making fun of her on their little heads. Her pout even grew more intense that of course released this aura of anger on the whole floor.

-Bitch Lasagna—

BL came back and sat on his table, looking at his computer screen—Windows 7 logo on the other side. Nothing said, nothing can be heard, he himself became the reason why there are going to be many consequences upon this office and on Rj, he could imagine the headlines on the news channels 'One of the world richest man had porn addicted employees' He felt so embarrassed. Nevertheless, now of course he has to prevail against everything that is inline to happen, alongside with his Boss. He has to prepare for the worst. Suddenly his bluetooth earphone ran out of battery, he didn't charge them properly last night and they were nonstop today as well. And so, Arijit songs played out from his phone replacing that silence with music and making him feel like an idiot as every gaze turned on him, giving him a side-eye. They really don't know what to do in this kind of situation. All that sudden a palm lay over his shoulder. "It's gonna be alright, don't worry. You were very brave today." It was the Consoling Employee. BL was overwhelmed with tiny beads of tears rounding at the corners of his eyes. Somehow everybody felt proud of him, after all, the man had the balls to have a private conversation with Dillon K. Don and face a typhoon of terror/Naina Nandina, also protecting their Boss dignity from her allegations. He did a great job today. BL upon seeing every gaze at him turning into eyes of admiration and someone far from his table clapped—suddenly in the matter of seconds, everybody synced, not too loud, afraid of The Black Death presence, but making him even more emotional while Arijit Song played in the background.

Today, he felt like the Main Character of this story.

But sad to say, the main protagonist of this story—to all you guys been waiting for—is about to make his dashing entrance. So tighten your seats, fellas, the weather is about to get dirty.

"-What does it feel like to be the youngest billionaire in the world—?"

It was a question a few years back. Rj was 19 at the time and within his grasp was the award of the Best Business Mind of the Year. He wore an outfit of a full black Suit with a mere red tie when his other hand reached out to the mic, he had his breaths heard on a loudspeaker with his mouth being so close to the mic. Golden spotlight shone upon him, leaving everything in pitch black dark. He stood alone with a hesitant expression, but he knew that the face he was showing was not of a nervous tooth but a mighty captivating smile, pulling all eyes on him, despite that he could see nobody, he knew this grand Opera House sat countless faceless powerful people upon the seats painted gold and clothed with red, where he just came from, to step over this stage, black, mixed with gold shade. Every soul who sits had the myriad of wealth and power to change the outcome of a country if they needed to. His eyes wandered the roof and mesmerizing glittering stars shaded with countless colors reflected upon his eyes, he smiled, not that what his iris saw was the real stars, but upon perhaps understanding even the fake ones can be this beautiful. He spun those very same gazes to that darkness again. It was his presentation to this world and he—Rj stands, on the stage, alone, with a smile, clothed in black and with the eyes leading on the stairs to destiny.

"Heavy." He said with a young voice.