Life had taught Abhir one thing clearly: pain doesn't knock, it just enters. But even then, he never gave up.
After weeks of failure and rejection, he pulled himself together once more. With renewed hope, Abhir began applying for jobs again—sending out resumes, attending interviews, preparing for every question. He walked into every interview with the same quiet determination, dressed neatly, resume in hand, confidence in his eyes.
But the result was always the same.
"We'll get back to you."
"You're talented, but we're looking for someone with more experience."
"There are… other candidates."
Slowly, those polite words started sounding like insults. Each rejection was like a whisper in his ear saying, "Maybe you're not good enough."
He started questioning himself.
"Am I even capable? What am I doing wrong?"
He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to find flaws he could fix—but all he saw was a boy who had tried his best and still wasn't enough.
And then came the harshest realization of all:
Without money, you are invisible.
Money, he thought, could buy jobs, respect, and even love.
The world didn't care how kind you were—just how rich you were.
His hatred for the rich grew deeper.
They already have everything… and still, they get more.
While people like him were left to fight for scraps.
One evening, as Abhir sat in his small apartment thinking about his next steps, a message popped up on his phone. It was from Varun.
Varun: "Bro! Let's catch up tonight at Club Crown. Everyone's coming! Don't miss it."
Abhir hesitated. He didn't have a mood. But then again, he hadn't seen them in a while, and maybe a little distraction would help.
That night, they all met at the club. Loud music, flashing lights, laughter—everything felt distant to Abhir, like he didn't belong there.
They found a corner booth and settled in. One by one, they started ordering drinks.
"Beer for me!" Soni said cheerfully.
"Same here," Rahul nodded.
Varun and Sunny joined in.
Abhir smiled politely and said, "Just a soft drink for me."
"Still the same Abhir," Soni laughed. "Always a good boy."
They raised their glasses, and soon, the conversation turned to work.
Soni went first. "So… I finally got the job at Rosella Fashion Studio! And the salary? It's insane!"
Everyone clapped. "Wow, that's amazing!" "Congo, Soni!"
Next was Varun. "I just signed a deal to shoot for an international fashion magazine. Real models, people!"
The group burst out laughing and teasing. "Lucky guy!" "Don't forget us when you're famous!"
Then Sunny spoke up shyly. "I… I got selected as second lead in a short film."
Abhir smiled warmly and said, "Don't ever give up on your dream, Sunny. You'll make it big one day."
Sunny's eyes lit up. That one sentence meant more to him than a thousand compliments. Abhir still believed in him.
Finally, Rahul stood up dramatically. "My turn. I just got selected in the number one company in the country."
Everyone gasped. "What?! No way! "Which company?" Varun asked, half-joking, half-serious.
"I won't say it," Rahul smirked. You guess. I'll give you hints."
The group leaned in.
"First hint: the company's name starts with A."
"Second hint: my boss's name starts with Z."
"Third hint: he's the most handsome boss I've ever seen, and he built the company from scratch at a very young age."
Before Rahul could finish, everyone shouted:
"Aarti Limited Company!"
Rahul grinned. "Correct!"
Soni giggled. "Oh my God, your boss is that Z? I don't know his full name, but I've seen his photo once. He's seriously hot."
Varun added, "Forget hot. The guy's a genius. Built Aarti Limited in just a few years. No family background. Just pure brain."
Everyone was talking excitedly. Everyone, except Abhir.
He sat there quietly, thinking,
"How do I not know about this company?"
"Who is this Z?"
The name Aarti Limited stayed in his mind. And the mysterious Z, the young, handsome boss, began to sound like a name fate was about to put right in front of him…