Aman nods at that and it is right then thirty seconds later – Arnav's phone does ring with the number – he surely recognised to be Rajesh Maan's. He'd never saved his number, but those number digits were freaking drilled I his mind, even today.
Arnav now picks up the phone and turns it around to Aman as he says – " that's him...calling...buddy...finally..."
Aman gestures to him instantly – " go on..just take it...,"and he decides to stay in the moment to support Arnav but right then his phone buzzes with Vasu from the admin team right then – calling him out urgently. Arnav gestures to Aman to carry on – assuring him that he got this and Aman then reluctantly, just steps out, to attend the matter after patting on Arnav's shoulder in order to express his phone in the moment.
Once Aman finally leaves and Arnav closes the door shut again, he finally takes a deep breathe and swipes green to Rajesh Maan's call...
This was it.
The moment – that he had seen coming his way – anyway.
Arnav answers with just a – " Hello...,"to begin with. And he hears the familiar deep intimidating voice of the man fall into his ears through the speaker of his phone – " well, you answered after significant number of rings this time , around..boy...even though, I didn't expect you to keep it saved, you haven't forgotten my number, surely?you knew, I was calling??"
Wow! The man seriously still had his ego/intimidating issues dancing around his head...thinks Arnav.
He answers now to the point straight with the aim to remind Rajesh Maan just at this point that he couldn't intimidate him ever again – " well, indeed, I knew it was you who was calling, Mr.Maan, but you see, I have my concert performance beginning in a shortwhile, I was obviously occupied with the preparations at my end...which is why, I think it is you, who should be glad, that I even managed to pick up your call right now in the first place..."
Rajesh Maan's deep intimidating voice comes through yet again into his ears at that – " ofcourse, your concert...begins in a shortwhile...boy...as I am told...you are scheduled to performance in front of thousands tonight to a houseful arena...well, I got to admit,on that note that your achievements in your work sphere have surprised me surely."
Arnav says to that immediately sure the sarcasm was evident in his voice – " well, ofcourse, you were surprised. Never took you to be the one to ever believe in me/my talent/capabilities..anyway...Mr.Maan...you mocked my dreams hard enough in the past...I remember clearly..."
Arnav receives the answer – " well, well, well, look at your tone this time around...boy...sarcastic..indeed...just because you think...you have become this big shot rockstar now...its okay to use that tone with me?"
OH.The audacity of the man...
Arnav answers clutching on his fist hard at that – "well, I am not using that tone with you just because I have become what I have today...for sure...but I won't explain on the same for not like of owe you any explanations...anyway...my tone may have changed today..but you know what remains the same?Mr Maan, your condescending intimidating tone with me in the moment....just like it was...long ago...but flash news...I wasn't in the position in my spirit to take you on in the past when you played your twisted mindgame with me...but I most surely am in the position to take you on – today....and take you on I indeed will...if it comes to that.. "
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FanfictionHe'd always loved Khushi. Just Her. He loved her then.He loved her - Now.Arnav Singh Raizada - had spent a major timeline of his life - believing, breathing and living this one eternal truth that surely served the anchor role within the cave of his...
23. The Call
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