The First Rain of Mumbai

The first rain of Mumbai always brings a special feeling. For a city scorched by the summer heat, the rain arrives like a cool breeze of relief. Dark clouds slowly gather in the sky, and the earthy aroma of wet soil fills the air, bringing joy to every heart.

The sky was painted in deep shades of gray, as if ready to pour at any moment. A gentle, cool breeze rustled through the city. Suddenly, the sky opened up, and the first droplet fell. Within moments, the rain intensified, drenching the streets below.

People ran for cover, umbrellas popped open, and office-goers rushed through the drizzle. At every corner, the rhythmic patter of raindrops echoed, mingled with the scent of fresh rain-soaked earth.

In one narrow alley, children danced gleefully, splashing through puddles.

Their laughter echoed through the rain, innocent and pure. Among them was a young girl, her face glowing with joy as she twirled under the downpour. Her long, wet hair clung to her face, but her radiant smile was impossible to miss. She spread her arms wide, as if embracing the rain itself.

On the side of the street, an elderly woman watched her with a fond smile, perhaps reliving the memories of her own youth.

The rain poured harder, yet the girl laughed louder. She spun around, the droplets sparkling around her like tiny diamonds. Next to her stood another girl, holding a large umbrella, frustration evident on her face. She was the practical one — composed and responsible.

"Anvi! Have you lost your mind? You’ll catch a cold dancing in this downpour!" she scolded, tilting the umbrella to shield them both.

Her hair was neatly tied back, and a light rain jacket protected her from the splashing water. Concern flickered in her eyes, but her voice held a trace of amusement.

Anvi chuckled, droplets dripping from her eyelashes. “Oh, Ragini! If you don’t dance in the rain once in a while, are you really living?”

Ragini sighed, exasperated but unable to suppress a smile. “Fine! Dance all you want, but don’t expect me to take care of you when you fall sick.”

The umbrella tilted slightly as Ragini tried to balance the two of them, her friend’s laughter echoing through the rain.

On the Other Side of the City

The rain showed no mercy. Torrential sheets of water flooded the roads, reducing visibility to a blur. A black luxury car sped through the waterlogged streets, its headlights slicing through the storm. Droplets slid down the sleek, polished body of the car, leaving temporary trails before vanishing.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. The driver’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as he repeatedly glanced into the rearview mirror. His anxious eyes flicked to the backseat, where a man sat in stoic silence.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, with a gleaming Swiss watch adorning his wrist, the man exuded authority. His chiseled jawline, dark stubble, and piercing eyes were framed by the stormy shadows outside. Every inch of him spoke of power and control. His presence alone was enough to command fear.

But today, beneath that hardened exterior, there was something else. A flicker of pain. A memory. The rain outside seemed to stir something dark within him — a past he’d rather forget. His gaze remained fixated on the water droplets racing down the window.

The driver swallowed nervously. Though the air conditioning blew a cool breeze, sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew his boss's disdain for rain. It wasn’t just the inconvenience. The rain held memories — memories that no one dared to speak of.

The car’s tires splashed through the water, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the tense silence. The man’s jaw clenched with every lurch of the car.

Another quick glance at the mirror, and this time their eyes met. The driver froze. The icy, commanding gaze was enough to make his pulse quicken.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” the man’s voice rang low and firm, cutting through the hum of the rain.

The driver nodded hastily, his eyes darting back to the waterlogged road ahead.

Through the storm, the luxury car continued its relentless pace. And finally, towering above the city skyline, the grand building of Mumbai’s largest corporation came into view.

The car slowed to a halt at the entrance, raindrops still cascading from the sky. The man’s steely eyes remained unmoved as he stepped out, his presence commanding respect — and fear — even amidst the raging storm.

Mumbai’s first rain had begun. And with it, stories of joy, pain, and resilience had come alive once more.

Through the heavy rain, Ragini and Anvi somehow managed to reach the hostel.

Their clothes were completely soaked, and Ragini’s face was flushed with irritation. She threw her umbrella into the corner as soon as they entered the room.

"Anvi! Are you crazy? How many times have I told you not to get drenched in the rain, but you never listen!" Ragini scolded, drying her dripping hair with a towel.

Still in her playful mood, Anvi laughed, "Oh, come on, Ragini! You don’t catch a cold from a little rain. Besides, it’s a romantic season. What’s wrong with enjoying it a little?"

Ragini shot her a glare. "Romantic? Thanks to you, my mood is completely ruined. And look at my shoes and bag — they’re drenched!"

With a mischievous smile, Anvi pointed towards the kettle. "Fine, to fix your mood, I’ll make some tea for both of us. Let’s have a cup and relax."

Ragini took a deep breath and muttered, "You’ll never change, Anvi."

"And you’ll never stop worrying!" Anvi laughed.

The tension dissolved as both girls burst into laughter. Despite her annoyance, Ragini knew that Anvi’s carefree spirit always managed to pull her out of her worries. Both of them went to their respective rooms to change.

A Little While Later

When Anvi stepped out of the shower, fresh and glowing, she was surprised to see another girl sitting on the bed, chatting with Ragini.

"Anu!" Anvi exclaimed in delight, her eyes lighting up.

The girl turned around, and a wide smile spread across her face. Anu — Anvi’s best friend and the one she adored like a sister. Anu was about the same height as Anvi, with a dusky complexion, sharp features, and deep, expressive eyes. Her curly shoulder-length hair framed her cheerful face, and her smile was warm and inviting.

Without a second thought, Anvi ran to her and threw her arms around her. The two embraced tightly, giggling like long-lost friends. It was as if two lovers separated by years had finally reunited.

Ragini, witnessing the dramatic reunion, rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay! Now that the lost lovers have reunited, can I have a moment too?"

The three girls laughed, and soon they were all sitting together on the bed.

"Anu, please explain to your darling friend here," Ragini began, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "She just got back from dancing in the rain, flooded the entire hostel corridor, and thanks to her, I got scolded by Rosie Ma’am!"

Anvi gasped dramatically. "Oh, so now you’re a snitch? Anu just arrived, at least let her breathe before you start my complaints!"

Ragini grinned, gently tugging Anvi’s cheek. "What else can I do? You run off with your innocent face, and I’m the one stuck listening to Ma’am's lectures!"

Anu chuckled. "Some things never change! So, what did she do this time?"

Ragini groaned. "She made the entire hostel floor slippery! Anyone could’ve slipped. And then she had the nerve to ask Rosie Ma’am to ‘teach her how to dry clothes properly!’"

Anvi and Anu burst out laughing.

"Can you believe it?" Ragini went on, though she couldn’t help but smile now. "Ma’am told me — 'Fun has its place, Ragini, but there are rules to follow. If everyone behaved like this, what would happen?' And then she told me to make sure Anvi becomes a bit more responsible."

The laughter echoed through the room, and for a moment, all the annoyance melted away.

Still giggling, Anu teased, "Anvi, you really were in a full adventure mode today!"

Anvi shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "Well, the rain was irresistible. I thought I'd have some fun, but maybe I went a little overboard."

"A little?" Anu mocked. "Rosie Ma’am was storming through the hostel calling out your name!"

Anvi laughed. "Come on! I didn’t mean to create chaos. The water just… followed me!"

Ragini crossed her arms. "And the worst part? My shoes are still wet!"

"Alright, alright! I’ll make it up to you. Tea’s on me," Anvi declared, dramatically holding her head high.

But before Ragini could respond, Anvi pulled her ear teasingly and called her a "snitch" before dashing out to the kitchen.

Watching her disappear, Ragini shook her head and turned to Anu. "See what I deal with? This girl is impossible! Always up to some mischief. But… I must admit, her laughter keeps us all smiling."

Anu smiled knowingly. "That’s true. But hey, remember the last time? The stunt she pulled with those kids — puncturing the tires of an expensive car in the rain? And we never even found out who the poor car owner was!"

Ragini burst into laughter. "Only Anvi could do something like that. And guess what? You’re the only one who can control her!"

Anu grinned. "Don’t worry. I’ve got my little troublemaker under control."

The room was filled with laughter once more, as the warmth of friendship pushed away all the rain-soaked worries.

Meanwhile...

In one of Mumbai’s grand office buildings, the rain lashed against the massive glass windows. The sharp flashes of lightning illuminated the dark sky, while the city below pulsed with restless energy.

Inside the dimly lit CEO’s cabin, the patter of raindrops echoed, yet the man seated at the large oak desk remained unmoved. His piercing eyes stared through the rain-streaked glass, a storm of memories flashing behind them.

The rain wasn’t just rain for him — it was a reminder. A bitter memory that refused to fade. His jaw clenched as the painful recollection lingered.

Just then, a knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he said, his voice low yet commanding.

A young man, about his age, stepped inside. He adjusted his coat nervously and addressed the figure at the desk.

"Sir, it’s time for your podcast appearance. Raghav Sir has already reached the studio for the final checks."

The CEO stood up, his tall frame exuding authority. Without a word, he grabbed his suit jacket and gave a brief nod.

"Get the car," he ordered.

The young man followed, his steps echoing in the silence. As the rain continued its relentless downpour, the CEO walked through the halls, his face unreadable.

Who was this man?

Why did the rain awaken such anguish in him?

And what past did he carry within that hardened heart?

To know more, read my story — "First Rain of Love."

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Andheri West, Mumbai

In the bustling city of Mumbai, the headquarters of one of the most renowned news channels, "SSB", was buzzing with activity. The air was electric with excitement as the channel prepared for one of its grandest broadcasts yet. The massive studio was filled with a lively audience, eagerly waiting for the show to begin.

This wasn't just an ordinary broadcast. It was a nationwide spectacle, live-streamed across the country. Millions of viewers were glued to their screens, waiting to witness the much-anticipated guest of the evening.

On the grand stage, under the brilliant glow of studio lights, a charismatic news reporter sat upright in her chair. With a dazzling smile and an air of professionalism, she faced the camera.

Reporter: "Namaste, India! Welcome to our special broadcast. Today, we have someone extraordinary with us. Someone whose presence alone commands admiration and respect. Meeting him is not just a dream for many, but a golden opportunity."

The audience erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the expansive studio.

The reporter waited for the claps to subside before continuing.

Reporter: "Yes, you heard it right. The man we are about to meet is an inspiration for millions. People wait for hours, sometimes days, just for a single meeting with him. Every minute of his time is worth millions, yet his humble demeanor leaves a lasting impression."

A pause filled with anticipation.

Reporter: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about the backbone of the Kapoor Group, the man who has led his company to unparalleled heights. At such a young age, he has not only established himself as a successful entrepreneur but has also become a role model for today’s youth. His company, 'AX Design', is now India’s leading name in architecture and design."

Another round of applause echoed through the studio.

Reporter: "It is my honor to welcome the CEO of 'AX Design', the eldest son of Kapoor Group's president Aditya Kapoor, the one and only — Ayansh Kapoor!"

The cheers grew louder as the camera shifted focus.

The lens zoomed in on the man of the hour — Ayansh Kapoor.

Seated in an elegant chair, Ayansh exuded power and sophistication. He was a strikingly handsome young man of twenty-five, with a sculpted physique and sharp features. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his deep, intense eyes held a magnetic pull. Dressed impeccably in a tailored three-piece suit, he wore a sleek, luxury watch on his wrist — a symbol of his success.

Despite the admiration showered upon him, Ayansh maintained a composed demeanor. His gaze was unwavering, and his presence alone commanded the attention of the entire room. There was an air of authority around him, and yet, an unmistakable sense of mystery lingered in his eyes.

As the audience continued their applause, Ayansh acknowledged them with a subtle nod, his expression unreadable.

The stage was set.

The world was watching. And Ayansh Kapoor — the man who conquered the world of business — was ready to speak.

"Let’s give a big round of applause and welcome the man of the hour, the CEO of Kapoor Group — Mr. Ayansh Kapoor!" the host announced with enthusiasm.

The audience clapped, their admiration evident. Ayansh walked onto the stage with his signature composed demeanor, a slight nod acknowledging the applause.

"Welcome to the show, Mr. Kapoor," the host greeted.

"Thank you," Ayansh replied, his deep voice resonating through the room.

The host smiled. "As we all know, Kapoor Group has made a significant mark in the world of construction and architecture.

Under your leadership, it has expanded into hospitality and retail with your SR Hotels and Malls. On top of that,

you belong to a family of achievers — your grandfather, Colonel Balraj Kapoor, a respected army veteran;

your father, Aditya Kapoor, a renowned builder; and

your mother, Meenakshi Kapoor, a celebrated philanthropist who has given countless orphans a new life.

Coming from such a legacy, you have made a name for yourself, achieving milestones at a young age that most can only dream of."

Another round of applause echoed.

The host continued, "And once again, you've won the Best Architect Award, the Businessman of the Year Award, and the title of Business Tycoon. Year after year, you dominate these awards. How do you feel?"

Ayansh, maintaining his composed facade, answered, "Thank you, but these awards are not just mine. Every recognition is the result of the dedication and hard work of my team. They give their 100%, and that allows me to do the same. So, this is a shared achievement, not just my personal victory."

The host nodded in agreement. "A true leader uplifts those around him. You’ve certainly proven that, Mr. Kapoor."

Ayansh offered a small smile.

"But," the host's playful tone returned, "as much as you're a business icon, you’re also the country’s .most eligible bachelor Your fan following, especially among women, is unmatched. What’s your take on that? Any plans on giving up your bachelor title soon?"

For a brief moment, a flicker of discomfort crossed Ayansh's face. But he quickly masked it, his polite smile returning.

"Honestly, my focus right now is entirely on my company and expanding Kapoor Group further. There's still a long way to go, and that’s where all my energy is directed," he answered firmly.

Though the audience cheered, Ayansh’s assistant, Raghav, sensed the shift in his boss’s mood.

After the interview, Ayansh exited the building, his polished black car waiting at the entrance.

As soon as he settled into the back seat, Raghav cautiously approached.

"Sir, I apologize. I should've briefed them better. I know you don't like answering personal questions like that," he said, his tone laced with guilt.

Ayansh shook his head, his voice cold but calm. "You should've been more careful. I don’t have time for such trivial questions."

"Understood, sir," Raghav replied, feeling the weight of his words.

As the car sped through the bustling streets of Mumbai, the sky darkened, and soon, the rain began to pour. Droplets trickled down the glass, blurring the vibrant city lights.

Ayansh gazed out of the window, the rhythmic tapping of the rain stirring something within him — a storm of memories he fought so hard to suppress.

The streets outside were alive with laughter and joy. Children splashed in the puddles, their giggles resonating through the air. Couples walked hand in hand, savoring the romance that the rain brought with it. But for Ayansh, the rain wasn’t a symbol of joy.

It was a reminder.

A reminder of a past he wished to forget.

Raghav, noticing the sudden change in his expression, silently cursed the rain.

"Of all days, it had to rain today," Raghav thought. "As if the reporter’s questions weren’t enough, now this rain just had to make things worse."

He prayed for the signal to turn green quickly, hoping to escape the oppressive silence that had engulfed the car.

But the rain continued its relentless downpour, as if determined to awaken the ghosts of Ayansh’s past.

What was it about the rain that haunted him so deeply?

What memories lurked behind those intense eyes?

And would there ever be a day when the rain brought comfort instead of pain?

To be continued...

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