Zahir's pov
I was right now sitting in my private jet flying back to India, it's been long since I last visited Hyderabad. I had some business work and was forced by my Mom to stop over at their house. Even though I didn't want to. Think and recalling my past just made me feel worse and worse, I didn't want to go there, I didn't want to meet any of them. I didn't want to see them all. Being with them made me feel out of place, I don't know why but they all considered me the black sheep. I hated to be with them. The mare thought of them all being there made feel sick. The amount of torture my mother had to bare in that house was unacceptable. I couldn't see her suffer. I wanted her to leave that bloody man and instead live with me. I had proved them all wrong, I had proved that I was of their standard or actually more higher. Well, let me tell you a quick back story, I belong to a very famous and powerful business family in Hyderabad, but instead of using their surname I wanted to prove myself and I did that. I got what I wanted; name, fame, money, status, bank balance, a good reputation everything I had all that I ever wished for and I was pleased. Right now I was waiting for the captain to announce that we have arrived. After a couple of seconds it happened and we were there in Hyderabad. I walked out of the jet and saw my assistant Tory waiting for me with my black car. Few bodyguards came and took my bags and kept them in the car I walked over to Tory.
"So is everything ready?" I asked.
"Absolutely sir, I have made all the preparations." He answered.
I nodded and then went and sat in my car I asked the driver to move to the destination and opened my laptop to check some business related work. Tory sat at the front seat. I had made Tory come here before me so he could check the company as well and keep an eye on some people whom I hate with my every core.