it is a fine monday morning, everyone in the city is busy with their daily chores the city of dreams the city of passion MUMBAI there is hustle everywhere but still one soul is sleeping peacefully in his room No! he isn't any jobless random guy who sleeps till 10 in the morning in fact he is one of top 5 businessman in country, a very hardworking man and is fully devoted to his work and his only family his grandmother
he is sleeping till now because all night he was making presentation for today's meeting
suddenly the alarm buzz and he got up with a jerk and ran to the washroom sometimes it feels like he is a robot yes that's wht we say a person who don't have emotions or we can say never want to Express them to anyone when he was 18 his died in a plane crash the people whom he loved the most left him alone in the cruel world
he became a living corpse he didn't talked to anyone for a month but eventually he understood that he has to work hard for his dad's empire and for his grandmother and now he is a very successful man he have everything he can have everything but still there is a hollow inside it has been 8 years since that accident still he feels that it happened yesterday and sometimes cry like a child but wears a mask of rude ,arrogant nd completely workaholic front of the entire world but only his grandmother know him inside out she knows that he craves for love yes he is none other than the Randhir singh shekhawat