My name is Deepak but like Shakespeare once said, what's in a name? Like everyone else I have my share of dreams as well, but none bigger than to become a multimillionaire one day. You might think that I am greedy, but tell me who isn't? Anyway the real reason behind my dream has got nothing to do with money at all. It's the power that I crave for. The power that one has when they are at the top of their profession. The power to live my life like I want to and above all the power to eliminate fear from my life. The power to become so big that nothing can ever hurt me again, even fate. In order to know why I feel this way you'll have to know about me and my past I guess. Although I have graduated from a top law college in Mumbai, the lessons one needs to learn in life were picked by me at an early age due to my circumstances. My parents died before I took my first step and if it wasn't for my uncle's kindness, I might have ended up in one of the many orphanages this city has. Of course even he got an immediate reward for his kindness and that was that he sold my parents house and opened his own law firm with that money. Still, don't feel sorry for me, I don't. I'm no different than the thousands of children that lose their parents everyday.
My aunt who didn't have any children of her own after 5 years of marriage saw the son she always wanted in me and loved me like I was her own kid. About 2 years after my uncle adopted me my aunt felt severe pain one day and he rushed her to hospital. Doctors gave him the good news that he was about to become a father. They were so happy but it turned out to be a difficult pregnancy during which my aunt was rushed to the hospital several times. One day when uncle was out of town my aunt was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. It was about a month before they were expecting their first child. Unfortunately she died while giving birth to their daughter who was later named Depika by my uncle. It's seems like misfortune was never far away from our family. I was sent to a boarding school shortly after that since he didn't even have any time to raise his own daughter. He worked hard day and night to establish his law firm as one of the biggest in the country but never had any time for me or Depika. In fact he never even married again.Their were rumors of several affairs with his secretaries and even some clients but who knows if their was any truth to them? I guess both me and Depika missed our parents throughout our childhood but having no parents around shaped our lives quite differently. I wanted to succeed in life at any cost and fully devoted myself to my studies. After getting my law degree with flying colors I joined my uncle's law firm and within no time started moving up the ranks. Somehow I knew that this would be my ladder towards my goals. On the other hand Depika turned out to be a wild one. She lived her life on the edge.
Depika...Depika......how much that name means to me even I don't know? How and when did this crush of mine start? Hmm...in order to answer that I'll have to look at our relationship right from our childhood. I still remember when I used to come to my uncle's home during my summer vacations. Even at that age she used to be the center of my attention. No, it was not love as I was too young to know what love was back then. It was kind of like drooling over the expensive candy box in a shop even though you knew you don't have any money to buy it. She was always clad in the finest clothes available and looked like a princess. Not surprisingly she was the envy of most kids back then including me. I mean here I was an orphan studying in a boarding school, yet she was living in this huge house that looked more like a palace and with a father that loved her so much. At that tender age I was too young to notice that my uncle Raj was almost never around her and she in her own way missed her parents just as much as I missed mine. As the years passed by I started developing a crush on her. In the beginning it was just because she had everything I dreamed of in my life but as we hit our puberty, she turned out to be a real beauty. She was the center of attention everywhere, be it her friends, teachers or our relatives. I on the other hand was a pimply bookworm with ordinary looks. In fact everything about me was just that, plain ordinary. Well apart from my grades maybe and they used to make me even less popular among the kids.
Even when I was at my Uncle's house on my summer vacations I didn't spend as much time with her as I wanted. Unsurprisingly our circle of friends was different. Mine included book worms like me or plain losers. She on the other hand was surrounded by the so called cool kids. It's not that I didn't try to be with her when she was going out with them or whenever they came to visit her. It's just that I could sense her embarrassment whenever I was around them. Frankly who could blame her? A perfect combination of my plain looks, out of fashion clothes and not having the video games like the rest of them was more than enough to qualify me as a plain loser in their eyes. I started living in my imaginary world where I had my own castle and everyone was dying to get my attention in it. Of course there was my queen as well in that castle and no prizes for guessing that it was Depika. They say that childhood is your best time of life. Well I used to pray that is just a myth because if those were the best days of my life then I didn't even wanted to think about the bad one's. Maybe the best thing about time is that no matter if it's good or bad it keeps on moving. I was no longer a lonely pimpled boy. In fact I turned out to be far more good looking than anyone ever expected including me. Unsurprisingly I passed the school with flying colors and was studying in a top law university now. Uncle Raj even started giving me pocket money. It wasn't much but sure was better than nothing. If lady luck was finally smiling on me then in Depika's case it was as if God had nothing else to do than to perfect her beauty. Oh yes she was a knockout for sure. Long legs, curvaceous body, flowing hair, deep eyes and full lips. We were studying in the same university. She didn't want to become a lawyer but uncle did and he had a way of making people do whatever he wanted. I still remember that almost everybody in our university used to lust after her including some of our professors. She knew that to and never missed an opportunity to use that to her advantage.
Life didn't get much easier for me when I was in university. Yeah I might not look like a dog anymore but while I was beginning to get inviting stares from many female students and a few males as well, the only one I was interested in never gave me any attention. It was as if I didn't even exist for her. What made it worse was that it was not as if she was the shy type either. Boys were falling all over her and she used to flirt and walk all over them like they were Persian carpet rolled under her feet. Yet she never got serious with anyone or at least that's what i used to tell myself. Well until one day my eyes finally opened.
I was at my uncle's house on summer vacation and Depika was out partying with her friends as usual. Later she rang home and told the house maid that her car had broken down and she would stay at her friend Priya's house tonight. Later that night when uncle returned and the house maid told her about Depika's phone call he got pissed and told me to go in his car and bring Depika at once. Well when I reached Priya's house she told me that Depika was not there and she was still at Manav's house where the party was going on. I got a little concerned as I never really liked Manav or him getting cozy with Depika yet for the past few weeks I couldn't help notice them getting closer and closer. When I reached his house there were still many cars parked outside his house and loud music blasting in the background. His parents must be out of the city. When I entered the house it was overrun with people. Everywhere I looked there were empty bottles, most of them still drinking and a few passed out on the floor. Yet I didn't spot Depika or even Manav for that matter. That made me even more nervous. After asking someone I went to the second floor and went towards his room. There were strange voices coming from his room as I got closer to it. The door was not fully closed and just when I was about to enter the room, what I saw took my breath away. Manav was lying on the bed naked and Depika was on top riding him. Her magnificent breasts were out in their full glory and going up and down as she was riding him hard. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly. He was holding her hips and squeezing and slapping them. It was too much for me to take. I walked slowly downstairs and asked one of her friends if she could find Depika and tell her that I'm here. 20 minutes later she came downstairs fully dressed as if nothing had happened. A few minutes later we were riding back home. None of us exchanged any words while in the car and there was silence all around us yet I could hear the voice of something being shattered. It was my heart.
There's a big difference between love and a crush. True love might not have the intensity of a crush yet even if you fail the feelings remain in the heart. On the other hand even if you get heart broken in a crush, it will not take you long to get over it and move on with your life. I guess the same happened with me as well. Yes there were many nights after that incident when I cried silently in the darkness of the night yet I got over it. Time moved on and thanks to my hard work I was at the top of my class in university. Even Depika managed to pass somehow. Both of us were working in Uncle Raj's firm now. She for obvious reasons and I would like to think that I earned it.
Once there I worked even harder. Somehow I knew this should turn out to be my ticket to fulfilling my dreams. One thing I noticed was that I was not the only guy who was working late in the firm. Uncle Raj was always there as well working late into the night. Years later he still had the same passion and desire which really inspired me. One night I had a strange dream. There was this beautiful city and flowers were blowing in the wind. Right in the center of that city an astonishing tower was standing and in front of it 2 people were standing holding each other and looking lovingly at one another. Slowly their heads turn towards me. They were my parents.
