A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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I arrived at the office on time, but before the meeting, I had to see my father.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," his voice was firm, unwavering.
I stepped inside. "You called for me, Dad. Is there an emergency?"
"You need to handle this meeting," he said, his tone carrying the weight of expectation. "It will benefit both companies."
I nodded. Work always came first. Emotions had no place in the office. Here, I had to be strict, ruthless, and efficient.
The meeting was scheduled for five in the evening. I checked my watch—only two. There was still time. I instructed my assistant to bring the necessary files. Before I walked into that meeting, I needed to know every detail about the company we were partnering with.
As I flipped through the reports, I couldn't help but be impressed. Their stocks were solid, their business stable, their market presence strong. Everything checked out.
Time slipped away, and before I knew it, I was in the conference room, waiting. The executives from the other company arrived right on time. We exchanged handshakes, took our seats, and the discussion began.
The meeting was flowing seamlessly until—
BANG.
The conference room doors burst open. The sudden intrusion made everyone flinch. Before I could snap at the person for interrupting, he spoke, breathless, his face pale.
"S-Sir… the train you arrived in… the one your friends were on… there was an accident."
The words hit me like a sledgehammer.
For a moment, the floor beneath me felt like it had vanished. My mind refused to process the information. An accident? No, it couldn’t be. Just this morning, she was smiling. They were all fine.
My breath hitched. My heart pounded against my ribs.
No.
No, no, no.
This can’t be happening.
I took a step back, my vision blurring. My chest felt tight, constricted by an invisible force. The girl who had laughed so carefreely last night—Advantika—was now…
Blood. So much blood. I could picture it.
Ashish. Surbhi. Were they—?
My fingers clenched into fists. I swallowed, but my throat was dry. My face felt wet. It took me a second to realize—I was crying.
The coldest, most ruthless businessman in the room was crying.
A deafening silence stretched across the conference room. Everyone was staring at me, but I didn’t care.
