Press conference is about ending when Rudra comes in the large alley of one of the most prestigious art galleries of the country, on the both sides are paintings of his brother exposed exclusively today for the special awaited event! The new masterpiece of the worldwide known artist OSO exposure... he could hear from the opened huge doors to the hall in the reporter asking :

- Your art work became so rare and precious in the last years, so much that every painting's release became an international event, is the business world which keeping you too much busy for more?

Om, turning a piece of sweet between his fingers constantly keeps silent for a moment seeming not even hearing him, behind his shades, he looks like not even seeing him, but when Swetlata is about replying, he finally says:

- Vikram, na?...

- Ji sir.

- let me ask you something, Vikram. Tell me your tomorrow's article on this exposition... challo... we're listening...

The poor reporter starts sweating under his colleagues gaze, he tries move his lips but Om's voice startles him as he rises his imposing emotionless voice asking again:

- Tell us Vikram! Hurry up... we don't have all the day!

Other reporters starts talking mocking their colleague who mumbles few times but finished by looking down defeated, Om smirks waiving his hand asking him to seat back before saying on a triumphal tone:

- Writing articles is your job, Vikram ... still in lack of inspiration you've got humiliated uselessly! And we're here talking about art... not a merely work!

- So your new lifestyle has nothing to do in this lack of regularity, Sir?

Om's attention turns to a small woman with long curly hair, he stops twisting his sweet piece frowning, she adds not waiting for his reply:

- These last years, Omkara the artist turned the one of tycoon's of industry and editions in the world, OSO became a brand concurrating with names reigning on this world since generation!

She pauses for a moment defying him with a glacial gaze then asks:

- Nothing to say about that, Mr. Oberoi?

Swethlana is about interrupting the press conference but Om signs her to stop, he takes off his glasses and resumes turning the sweet between his fingers saying on a detached tone:

- A question?

She shakes her head not understanding, so he explains:

- Where is your question, Miss Bakhri?

She seems destabilized like her precedent colleague for an instant but she gather herself quickly asking with pride:

- A painting by year, one last sculpture two years back only three poetry's books! But lot of markets engulfed in your unstoppable business around the world, billions and billions of dollars gained and still growing around, has the businessman engulfed the artist in you, Mr. Oberoi?

He inhales sharply, no one calls him Mr. Oberoi anymore since so long, he's sure she's doing it on purpose and he's starting to stamp nervously, still he manages to reply stoic:

- If it was so, why are we here, miss Bakhri? To count my turnover? Do you even know to whom are you talking?

- To the 1000 crores young man who started from nowhere five years ago and logged in the top list of Forbes classification after just some months!

Om stops twisting the sweet in his hand again his eyes turning red with repressed anger but his face's features remain emotionless when she adds with a smile:

- Still you didn't reach your family's fame and fortune! Is it you aim Mr. Oberoi? To defeat you elder brother, Shivaay Singh Oberoi?

The piece of sweet turns a mass of gluing liquid in his fingers under the pressure and tightening his fists he glances aside to his security team while Swethlana announce the end of the press conferance, he's already standing when the young woman asks higher to his turning posture:

- Why doesn't it always turn like that whenever you're asked about? What happened really five years back?...

He disappears in the crowd of his men while reporters are escorted out, walking straight he doesn't see a running girl crossing his way until they both collapse in each other, she obviously gets thrown to the ground by the force of shock, some of the men around him hurry to help her standing up while he just continue to the backside exit!

Waiting for the car's arrival, he's surprised to hear a familiar voice in his back:

- You're rocking man!

He turns to find his lovely smiley little brother who after a moment of awkward silence, hugs him tight closing his eyes trying to not let his tears come up, but too late! He's already teary thinking that he'll never be used to that Om who doesn't hug him back, ever!

- How are you Rudy? Bhavya?... how are you all? Dadi, Annika bhabi...

- They're all fine, missing you so much, but fine!

Om tries a semi smile in reply when Rudra adds seriously:

- He's fine too... missing you to?

Om looks away briefly, then says back to him:

- Congratulations, by the way! Got to know that your last collection was a huge success! That's great!

- Thank you, O!... i can't enumerate things I should congrats you about, but keep rocking man, that's all I can say!

- Thank you...

They both look around awkwardly for a moment, Swethlana's voice almost startles them:

- Hi Rudy! What's up?

Rudra rolls his eyes in disgust and says hi by his hand making a step back, he jokes saying:

- My father, my brother, then my father again and God knows what are you doing with my brother back! You're like a resisting flu, I don't want to get contaminated!

She laughs to him replying:

- Aw! how cute! I'm just doing my job, here Rudy boy!

Crossing Om's gaze, she sobers immediately excusing herself to make some calls.

- How do you bear her?

Rudra's plea was almost a cry, he couldn't imagine that after all what happened, Swethlana turned to be Om's secretary ... like how it could have been even possible!

- Hey? Kya hua?

Om snatches him from his thoughts and Rudra just hugs him again! He knows he'll not hug him back , neither say further meaning words so kissing his shoulder he just parts away at the moment a car's procession passes by their side, for brief instant, one sliding up black glass was discovering a blue gaze, the moment they see it, it disappears already.

Om's car parks in front of him, driver open the door side waiting, rudra's eyes get teary again making Om looking away, he asks him:

- Maha aarti today, you won't come I know... but tomorrow is Chutki's birthday, can't you make an effort?

For all response, Om approaches Rudra's head to him and kisses it before saying:

- Take care of yourself!

Before he could reply anything, he sees him take place in his limousine, Swethlana following him and soon the car disappears in the crowd of the city. That was the unique contact he'll have with his brother for the some months again, a brief moment of the old Omkara, filled with the smell of still opened wounds and alcohol...