- Ok I sent you the last changes in the planning, add two more agents on the backside entry and give them the arranged timing!

- ...........

- Check the guests list again and tell me if you find any problem with the authorities' security team!

- ........

- Fine!

Kabir hangs off closing his laptop, he checks time again and reads some emails when his attention is picked hearing the news the car's radio was airing:

"... and of course today is the National Business Awards Ceremony which is taking place in the prestigious..."

- Vijay... volume, please!

He continues checking his mobile listening to the details of the ceremony which is gathering biggest Indian tycoons ruling the world of business...

"... and of course, we can't not mention the prestigious business woman of the year earned by Mrs. Pooja Sharma Mittal..."

Uncomfortable, Vijay looks nervously to the front mirror stretching his hand to turn off the radio, but seeing his boss still focused on his mobile, he backs off while the reporter continues:

"... that mysterious woman who avoids public apparition since a year has achieved in few months what people need a whole life for! Of course, before making headlines in business magazines, she used to fill gossips columns for the tumultuous life she had... after shining as P. K. Mittal electoral campaign's director, she came back in lights when she disclosed the truth about..."

Vijay sees Kabir keeping stoic expression while the reporter relates in details his father's crimes, he picks up the phone and gives some instructions before hanging off and putting down the mobile to open his laptop again.

"... the fairytale took an ugly turn last year when the Mittal family scandal made news again... indeed what was supposed to be the event of the year turned to a horrible tragedy costing..."

Hearing the back door opening abruptly, the driver brakes as rapidly as he could in a sudden deafening sound, Vijay is surprised the discover the back seat empty!

Standing on road side, Kabir closes his eyes tightening his fist his nostrils inflating in anger, in his mind screams, cries and blurred smoked vision give him black and white flashes where she grabs his collar angrily, her eyes swollen with tears ... her white drenched sari wrapping her shaking body in the rain, her harsh words reasoning again in his ears:

"- Today... you're not Kabir... not MY Kabir.. you're just a Mittal... The bloody P. K. Mittal's son!"

A last glance to the ring at his finger, he looks down making his way back to the car passing by Vijay who followed him worried without a word!

NOTE: Chapters are short for the moment, just to set things in place, later it will be much more longer... for now, tell me what do you think of it and sorry for typos and grammatical errors.