Mr. Egoist!

|Life is tough, When you think it is!|

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A man walked out of his black car with a file in his hand and a microphone connected. Dressed in black pants and white shirt with sleeves rolled up, he looked too handsome and charming for any girl to bend over her knees.

The girls stared at him with wide eyes as if they never saw a handsome and hot man , entering a three star cafe.

"I don't give a fuck to all that shit! I just want my brother in front of me , within 12 hours or the consequences would be worst." He said angrily. His eye brows knitted and the free hand fisted as he talked to opposite party.

He pressed the microphone letting the call cut. He sighed as he sat in a corner -table. There was no news of his brother, Ritwik's whereabouts. Where he was? How he was? No clue.

He was not tensed if his brother would be in any danger, he could not be. Ritwik already knew self-defence and always carried a gun with himself and thats what worried Him. Knowing his play-boy character and his hot headed nature, he was afraid if Ritwik does something that he'll regret later. Its not the first time when he was undergrounded for a long time and then comeup begging to rescue him from legal officers. Sometimes he would have used girls to satisfy him or sometimes, he would just shot someone due to his rage.

He wanted to restrict Ritwik from having a gun but ritwik's beloved and his hated mother, would somehow manage to let ritwik do whatever he wants.

"Sir, Your Order?" A voice erupted that made him out of his thoughts and he looked at her up and down.

Not to check her out but because he was an observer. He liked to observe everything around him so as to predict the future instances. Maybe it was his talent but he never interpret wrong.

The waitress was dressed in a mix black and white frock that reached her kness and unlike other girls he meets, she didnt bend to show him the glimpse of her cleavage. Not a slut.

Her apron that was tied hugging her, had some brown stains that were undoubtedly of coffee and some floor was stick to it and her forehead.She had a pen and a notebook where she was supposed to write the orders. She was looking down at it, not giving a damn to the customer. Dedicated to her job.

Her hairs tied in a messy bun and some strands coming out of it. She had minimal makeup that consist of a nude lipstick and a liner in her doe-like eyes. Doesnt give a damn to paint her face and charm others.

"Sir if u done, can u please give your order?" The waitress spoke in displeased tone. She was waiting for the response earlier but when she didn't got any, she looked at the customer only to find out that he was checking her out but not in a bad manner.

"Ugh..yeah." He closed his eyes as he knew it must looked like he was staring at her . "I need a black coffee. And some muffins."

The waitresss wrote and went back to the cafteria while he kept looking at her back blankly. As soon as she disappeared, he looked at his file and started reading it.

Some minutes later, he looked at the black coffee and a plate of muffins in front of him and as he looked up, he found another waitress who was giving her a slutty stupid smile.

"Your Order, Sir." She said seductively.

He nodded and dismissed her he looked again in his file. He took a deep breadth and sipped the coffee. It was fine, not like he is used to but it can work for some time.

After keeping the bill of amount and some tip, he stood up. Ignoring the slutty- waitress who was grinning like a fool seeing the tip, he walked to a specific seat. The same waitress who served him first was serving them.

"Excuse me." He dragged the waitress to a corner by her wrist.

"What the--" the lady jerked her wrist to get out of his hold as soon as it did , she glared at the man. "How dare you to drag me like a personal property? I was taking their Order, forGod sake." Sbe said worridly.

"Look, i was not checking you out earlier. i..i ..just zoned out. Nothing else.." He cussed himself mentally as he stuttered.

"Did i made some drama here or blamed you to eye-rape me? No, right. I know the difference between checking out, zoning out and observing." She replied in oh-so-obvious tone.

"Then why didn't u came back to serve me?"

"Oh so its on your Ego. " She smirked. "Mr. Egoist, the table from which u just dragged me, had my friends there , so i was just chatting with them. And there were many other caterers who wanted to serve you, so thought why not to give them a chance."

She turned back to leave but was pulled back. Since she was not aware, she caught off guard and fell over his chest. She caught his collars for her dear life.

"I'm not an egoist." He said as he put back some strands falling in her face behind her ear.

"And i'm not from earth." She replied sarcastically and giving him a light push , she left back to the table she was dragged from.

"Too fiesty " He chuckled and retutned his table where he forgot his file.

He looked around but found nothing suspicious. His file was placed a little tilted by right but now it was placed a little tilted by Left side. He did felt watched from past three days but never did he thought that someone would dare to touch his belonging .

Now that his enemy is trying to be daring, he needed to be alert.

He took his file and left the cafe . Not before having one more glance at that waitress.

He dialled somebody in his phone. "Schedule the meeting again. " He ordered and hunged up.

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"Please son. I want my Ritwik here. In front of me. Please." His mom, Samantha said while weeping for her son, ritwik. She loved him to the moon and the back.

"I told you to not give him so much of freedom. But you. You are blind of his tricks." He hissed.

"I'm sorry, baby. But please. Last time, bring him back. " She cried harder while Karan rolled his eyes at her drama. He knew all this is just a temporary thing. The words like baby,son that she used for him are just lies because she can't be her true self in this house as their father was here too.

"The son you are weeping for, doesn't give a shit to your worries. He is enjoying his bloody life in Andaman & nicobars while all of us were struggling to get a news of him." He said and left the room only to meet their father, Shivay, in the hall way.

He was reading the newspaper while sipping in his green tea with such a calm that one could hardly get that his son was missing.

"Dad."

"Ahh..Son." Shivay folded back the newspaper and kept it on side. "All good?"

"Are u even aware that your younger son was missing?" He asked amusedly.

Shivay rolled his eyes at this. "I'm sure that irresponsible creature must be enjoying with girls in some foreign land. "

"That's right." They shared a laugh.

His father was the only one, he thought his family. And he could sacrifice the world for him.

As he looked at his father laughing, his eyes shone with admiration. His one smile is enough for him to calm down. He muttered as his hand reached to the wooden table,

Touchwood.

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