Characters Sketch
When a budding romance between insanely rich man , Sanskar Maheshwari and bold bengali woman , Swara starts. There are many complications begins, Swara easily embrace her feelings but Sanskar goes in denial. He start hurting Swara and distancing himself from her. When Swara left him for good, He realises he can’t live without her.
What if it’s too late?
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Sanskar Maheshwari, the insanely rich man who hates crowd and weak people.
Swara, the clumsy brave bengali woman who is caring and dangerous.
Ayaan Maheshwari , six year old genius boy with violent streak and Infamous son of Sanskar . Like father like son.
ASR, aka Arnav Singh Raizada the mentor of Swara and number one hitman in world. He is mentor of useless Kabir too.
Kabir Gadodia, the mentor of Sanskar and former student of ASR. He is useless without his subordinates.
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Chapter 1 – Needed a babysitter
Sanskar Maheshwari was, well, insanely famous. Not in the right sense of the word though. He was famous because every single human being on earth is forced to know his name. From middle school to a bit over ten years later, it hasn’t changed. It was and will forever be the same. The same man who brought fear, and forced respect from every person he came across with. The once disciplinary committee chairman who brought peace born from violence was, and always will be Sanskar Maheshwari .
Even now, at the age of twenty-seven, his name, and reputation haven’t changed, and neither were they forgotten. If anything, he had become more well-known than ever. With a multi-million empire and hundreds of establishments under his belt, who wouldn’t know of him? He was fearless—that much is known—capable, talented, intelligent, and most of all, undeniably handsome.
In spite of his more than frightening persona, women flocked towards him like bees to honey. Of course, they all knew that said man absolutely hated crowds, but beating women to death was against his morals. Women saw this as an opportunity and Sanskar took this as an advantage. It was easier for him to actually attain a wife, and gain an heir. They were of no consequence to him, and didn’t bother him in the slightest. Other things did manage to annoy him. Yes, he may be as rich as hell, and as scary as Satan himself, only one thing got under skin, aside from crowding.
“You will cease this disgraceful behaviour of yours, Ayaan .” The small crease on the child’s forehead was the only indication of his displeasure.
“They are all two-faced hags, father.” Ayaan protested, yet Sanskar was not to be swayed easily. He frowned in return, his glares harsher than before.
“My time is limited, Ayaan and your ways are unacceptable.” Ayaan frowned, quickly looking away from his father’s imposing figure. He refused to obey, not this time. This was the only time he would ever disagree with his father.
“I don’t want them, father! They’re all horrible and you wouldn’t know that, since you never come home!” Ayaan glared, before quickly running towards his room, banging the door closed, leaving Sanskar standing alone along the hallway.
He stood there, a bit stunned, slowly processing his son’s words. Sanskar sighed, covering a part of his face. This was just too tiring to handle. Shaking his head, he proceeded to his office, sat on his chair and quietly contemplated. This was the only problem he had now. Sure, he was able to get rid of his wretched wife—he only wanted an heir—his son, however, was a different matter.
Being successful had a price and time was something he didn’t have. And taking care of his son means he needed time to actually do so…which he didn’t—couldn’t have. It was just the way it was, and as indifferent as he was to many things around him, his son was of utter importance to him.
Sanskar was well aware of the fact that he had been ignoring his son for most of the time. With the many matters he needed done and many deals he had to close, it couldn’t be helped. Hiring someone to take care of his child is the only option he had left. A babysitter, his acquaintance—he refuses to call him his mentor—was the best option left. A glare formed on his face. Best option?
With all the trouble and the countless calls he gets from Ayaan’s school and babysitters, this plan back fired, obviously. After fifteen babysitters and multiple replaced furniture, Sanskar had almost had enough. For the first time in his life, he was at a loss. For the lack of a better term, he was completely clueless in what to do.
What did his son want, actually? Ayaan already knew the circumstances about his mother, and he agreed wholeheartedly, saying the woman was ‘unworthy’ to be called his mother. But why couldn’t he just accept the fact that he needed someone to take care of him? Ayaan was only six years old, he was just too young.
Sanskar leaned back on his chair, his whole form tense, and irritation seeped from his being in definite waves. This had to be the hardest problem in his life. He never had to think of such things before. Even when he had countless obstacles, he always found a way to solve them or destroy them.
This matter, of course, was not something that he could easily solve or even destroy. For the life of him, this was the first time his son had ever shouted at him, much less defy him. Ayaan had always been obedient, though indifferent most of the time, just like him. Sanskar was reminded of himself when he was younger.
Ayaan’s uncanny resemblance to his looks already proved that he was his son, but his personality too seemed to have rubbed off on his son. That’s why it came as a surprise to him that Ayaan had talked back, and ran off him just as he did. It was something he had never expected, ever.
Steel-black eyes hardened. He couldn’t possibly just leave his son alone when he had to work at his office for the day. More than that, he couldn’t possibly just take a day off from work. His more than incompetent employees wouldn’t be able to close off deals, if he left them alone for a day. A dilemma this was. He glanced to the side, eying his phone. Sanskar didn’t want to do it but he didn’t have a better plan. Reaching over his table, he took hold of his phone and quickly dialled. It was now or never.
“Gadodia , I need you to find me a babysitter.”
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“You were fired again?” Arnav Singh Raizada stared at her incredulously, and she could only fidget under her former tutor’s unrelenting gaze.
“How the hell were you able to burn water?”ASR snapped.
Swara laughed sheepishly, but stopped abruptly when she saw the glare directed at her. Definitely not a pretty sight.
“Now, now ASR , don’t be so harsh on Shona . She did her best, you know.” Kabir laughed good-naturedly, and Swara could only sigh in relief, when ASR’s attention was turned to him.
“You can say that when you’re as much of a failure as him, Gadodia .” ASR muttered darkly and Kabir Gadodia smiled. Well, it was true though. He was absolutely useless when his subordinates weren’t around.
“You know Swara’s just having a hard time adjusting, you know how it is.” Kabir tried reasoning with him but he knew ASR wouldn’t buy it.
“Yeah, and she could die any moment, if we don’t keep a close eye on her.” ASR’s stare was fixated before them, and Kabir could only follow said stare quietly. Swara stood a few ways from them, the children at the kindergarten across the street crowding her, as if she was some celebrity. It was always like this. Since the Swara’s house was just across the block, she would always volunteer to help the other teachers.
They adore Swara. Her gentle nature and kind smiles always lured the children into listening to her, unconditionally. It made the teachers’ lives easier, actually. Children were too much of a handful at times. Kabir’s eyes gleamed in delight. This was exactly what he needed. His grin widened as a plan formulated in his mind.
“Continue staring at her like that, and I will skin you alive, Gadodia .” ASR tone sounded ominous and Kabir backed away a couple of steps, laughing as he did so.
“Don’t be like that, ASR . I actually have a job for my little sister .” An eyebrow rose in question, and Kabir Gadodia could only smile .
“I think this job would only suit Swara and nobody else.”Kabir insisted.
“That is?”ASR eyes sharpen.
Kabir’s gaze was fixated on Swara again.
“Babysitting.”
