The story begins in a luxury hotel room in England, where two young men are completely lost in each other.
Morning had already arrived, yet neither of them cared.
Their heavy breaths and soft moans echoed throughout the hotel room.
Just then, one of their phones started ringing.
The boy lying beneath reached out and picked up the phone. The screen lit up with the words: "Dad Calling."
The boy on top paused as he was moving and said, "Move back."
As soon as the other boy shifted away, he put on a bathrobe and walked out to the balcony.
Dhruv Kapoor – CEO of Kapoor Industries. Age 26. Height 6'2". Brown eyes, shiny black hair, fair skin, pink lips, a perfectly sculpted body with eight-pack abs. Everyone is captivated by his looks. His smile is incredibly charming, highlighted by the deep dimples on his cheeks. He rarely smiles in front of the world. In his life, there is no place for love — for him, love is just a game. However, he deeply loves his family, and around them, he becomes a completely different person. He has been living in England for the past several years to establish the new branch of Kapoor Industries.
"Yes, Dad, tell me," Dhruv spoke in a deep, cold voice, holding the phone to his ear.
"Son, it's been more than a year since you left India… when are you coming back?" the voice on the other side asked.
"I'll come soon, Dad," Dhruv replied.
"Not soon — you are coming tomorrow. No excuses this time," came the angry response.
"Okay, Dad. See you tomorrow."Dhruv ended the call and walked back into the room.
One boy lay lifeless on the bed.
"Guards!" Dhruv shouted in his cold voice.
Two men in black suits immediately entered.
"Yes, sir, you called?" one of them asked respectfully, bowing his head.
"Take him away. And from now on, I don't want such weak boys on my bed. Understood?" Dhruv yelled angrily.
"Y-Yes, sir, understood," the guards replied nervously.
"Then why are you still standing here? Take him."
"Yes, sir."
The guards hurriedly dressed the boy and escorted him out. Dhruv then walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
(Mumbai)
A small house shining under the harsh sunlight.
A young man entered, carrying a bag over one shoulder. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and a black tie — a university uniform.
Veer Maheshwari – Age 22. Height 5'8". Striking grey eyes, glossy grey hair falling over his forehead, pink lips, skin as fair as milk. As beautiful as he is on the outside, he is just as kind-hearted within. Veer is in the final year of his graduation and also works part-time at a restaurant.
As soon as Veer entered, a little child ran toward him and clung to his legs.
Rishabh (Rishu) – Age 5. Grey eyes, black hair, adorable, with deep dimples on his cheeks. Mischievous and playful. Rishu is Veer's little world, his entire life.
"Papa! Papa!" the child chirped happily.
Veer smiled and lifted him into his arms.
"How is my little boy?" he asked, kissing Rishu's cheek.
"Your little boy is perfectly fine, but I'm not. He troubled me a lot," said another young man walking out from inside.
"Sorry, yaar… you had to suffer because of me," Veer said apologetically.
"Come on, we're friends. If friends don't help each other, what kind of friendship is that? I didn't go to university today, so this much I can at least do," the boy replied with a smile.
"Alright, I'll head home now. You handle this little devil," he said, kissing Rishu's cheek.
"My papa is not a devil," Rishabh protested in his cute voice.
"I know… I wasn't talking about him," the boy said with a grin.
"Then who were you talking about?" Rishabh asked, rolling his eyes.
"Ahh… you ask too many questions. I'll tell you when you grow up. For now, I'm leaving," the boy said playfully.
"Riyansh, take my notes," Veer said, setting Rishu down.
Riyansh Kapoor – Age 22. Blue eyes, black hair, height 5'7". Handsome, cute, charming, mischievous, and stubborn. A final-year graduation student.
"I'll do it tomorrow, not today. I already have a migraine — that's why I skipped university. And now you're asking me to work? Not happening," Riyansh said, smiling.
"Okay, fine. Do it tomorrow. And thank you for taking care of Rishu," Veer said warmly.
"Are you crazy? Now you'll thank me?" Riyansh replied, giving Veer an exaggerated glare.
Veer smiled. Riyansh smiled back and walked away.
To be continew.....