Hope is a good thing; maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies

PROLOGUE
It is a Dark Clouded Night. My hands are trembling. But Im determined I have to do it this time. I cannot bear the pain any more. Its getting worse day by day, each moment its killing me from inside. (???) To world it seems to be perfect life any one can wish for. A student turned entrepreneur turned billionaire. New Youth icon Im in headlines allover. From school going children to parliament am in news. Im 1st Indian at age of 25 to reach such pinnacle. I was among worlds top 10 most successful youngest entrepreneurs. For the last time I looked around the room I saw a trophy of a best friend I was gifted on my 21st bday and all over the walls were da moments I clicked and tried to hold on, in those pics were once my life my friends. In corner of room was a book shelf with novels and books of miscellany. I am in maze of my thoughts. Suddenly all memories came flooding back. Its after 3 years I have entered the room. I was getting perplexed. But da demon side of mine suddenly showed up. And screamed you are a murderer. You have no right to live. It was haunting me. Is this u call being successful?? Is this the love u are proud of?? Still consider yourself impeccable???

Who are you to decide someones fate?? Do u still think u can be a good friend?? How can u do so?? NonooonoooPlzzzzz stop.I screamed. I was having no answers to any of questions. I was not able to defy it any more. All I know is I have to go for penance. I finally pulled up da trigger. And with that my scariest dream ended up. I woke up at my desk in my cabin. I was sweating like I had come running miles. I looked at watch it was 4 am. And I realized its nearly an hour I have been asleep. And suddenly I looked at da calendar kept in front of me. Date was 8rd july 2016. I started sweating even more. I freezed at my place. I was dumbstruck. Suddenly I realized my cell is vibrating. But when was able to realize call was disconnected. It showed up 17 missed calls. They were of A student from a college who is trying to convince me for writing about my journey in his college magazine. But I was really not interested so I have been avoiding him. No doubt I am impressed by his determination, he seemed to be one with zeal, willing to do something, so finally thought to talk to him for a while and meet him. I asked him to meet me in morning at 8 in my office. On 10th of same month I already was supposed to go for an interview at CNN-IBN for youngest Indian entrepreneur- a billionaire Then suddenly I went back to my dream. Everything seemed to be so real. Then I opened up the drawer of my table, I saw Gun is still there. All those thoughts came back, as if Im living my dream

The Day I loved to wait for complete year, but things have changed from last year, People changed and so do relations, Priorities changed and so do values. Everything seemed to be changed except my heart still beats for her, I still love her. One question I asked myself.. Is this the same Ritvik??? ((((((((((Do I deserve to live??))))) And with no answers I started thinking of everything happened in dream, and suddenly again went to sleep. Constant Knocking at the door woke me up; it was my assistant who asked me that a guy named Sameer is waiting and says he has an appointment with you. I looked at the time, it was exactly 8 am. I asked him to send Sameer after 5 minutes. So I came back to conscious and decided to meet him and soon get free for the day, as it was a special day for me and Kinjal. I was occupied by my thoughts until suddenly Sameer showed up along with a girl and asked my permission to come in, I asked him to come inside and have a seat. He was a smart looking guy around 59 with good muscular built, the stud types you see in colleges. He introduced himself and girl with him as her best friend Shruti. She seemed to be very shy and that was adding just a bit more to her innocence. He then apologized and told that Shruti was very keen to meet me and couldnt say no to her so brought her along. It was nice to see such best friends as it reminded me of my University days. Both of them were constantly starring at each other and then me, I broke the silence and asked them to be comfortable and feel free to talk. Both of them asked simultaneously how does it feel Sir??? We all burst out laughing, and it made them feel bit comfortable. To make best use of time I decided to start by asking them about their college and

all. Sameer started introducing that they are from ICE( Indian College of Engg., Bangalore) pursuing B.tech in ECE(Electronics and Communication) final year and have a Student Society and he is currently president of society. He told me that they are launching a magazine named R3(??????????). So wanted to write about me as its going b really inspiring for youth and would bring within them a spark Indian youth need and make them believe India still has it. He told that Sir this issue will be released nationwide and even an e-copy on internet will be made public. It seemed nice to see such enthusiasm in students and bought me memories of my university days. In just 15 minutes, Sameer and Shruti had entered the room, dont know how but I was building some bond with them. So I asked them to feel free and ask whatever they feel to Shruti replied everything Sir Sameer interrupted and asked her to stay quiet and before they could say anything further I pointed do you really wanna hear my complete story?? They were amazed at what they have just heard.. Surprisingly they gave me a blank look unlike to a smile I expected.. They were still not believing what they have just heard..And so I mocked and asked them are you guys really going to write, yes sir wll love to.. (??????????) And so began my story..a story of ME.. Love..Passion..Friendship..Money..Fate..Lust..Music..Luck..Eternity