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𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢
She is soft-spoken; he is hardened. She is ice; he is fire. She is sweet; he is fierce. She is kind; he is arrogant. She embodies peaceful beauty, while he...
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Third Person's Pov:
Somewhere in the NewYork
In the heart of New York City, the Oberoi Mansion stood as a testament to wealth and luxury.
Inside, a woman in her mid-50s moved gracefully around the dining room, directing a team of housekeepers as they prepared the table for dinner.
Despite her age, Anaya Oberoi's beauty and elegance remained untouched by time.
The peaceful atmosphere was broken by the arrival of two men, both in their late 50s, deep in conversation about business matters. Anaya's frustration was evident as she turned to face them.
"Raj," she said, her voice sharp with annoyance,
"how many times do I have to tell you? Keep your business talk out of the house. And you too, Abhi. Do what you want, but I won't be joining you for dinner if you're going to discuss work. I'll eat later. You've ruined my appetite."
The two men, Adhiraj Oberoi (known as Raj) and Abhiraj Oberoi (called Abhi), looked at her with wide eyes, realizing their mistake.
Adhiraj quickly tried to calm his wife.
"Anaya, love," he said, his voice gentle,
"please understand. This was an important discussion. We promise not to bring business home again. Let's just have dinner together, okay?"
As Anaya opened her mouth to protest further, a new voice chimed in from behind them.
"Di, just let it go," the voice reasoned.
"You know it must be important if they're talking about it here."
The newcomer's words brought wide grins to both men's faces, and they nodded eagerly in agreement.
Abhiraj smiled proudly at his wife, Akshara, who had just spoken.
"Akshara is absolutely right, bhabhi," he said.
Anaya sighed, her anger dissipating slightly. She nodded and asked,
"Okay. By the way, where is everyone else?"
Akshara replied,
"They've gone away for a week due to some business matters."
Anaya nodded again and called out to a nearby housekeeper.
"Could you please go and call Ansh?"
"Of course, ma'am," the helper replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.
As the housekeeper made her way to the second floor, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear.
Ansh, or Shreyansh Oberoi, was known for his dislike of intrusions into his personal space.
