Keshavi and Arjun Saga
Keshavi hides her deep insecurities and trust issues behind a mask of strength, shaped by a painful past she can't escape. She only trusts her parents and best friend, never letting anyone else close-especially men. But when s...
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In a huge mansion in New Delhi, a grand nameplate carved with "ASHIYANA" stood proudly at the entrance. Inside the mansion, a man in his mid-20s was busy with his morning workout in his spacious private gym. His movements were steady and disciplined, muscles tensing with each repetition. Beads of sweat rolled down his body, clearly showing the hard work and dedication he put into maintaining his physique.
In the middle of his exercise, his phone rang, breaking the silence of the gym. The screen flashed the name of his PA — Ayush Mehta. He picked up the call without stopping his workout, his tone cold and authoritative, enough to send a wave of fear down the other man's spine.
"I hope there is something important that made you call me at this time."
On the other end, Ayush straightened instantly before replying, "Sir, the appointment we were trying to get with Rawat Industries has been confirmed. They've agreed to meet today at 5:00 PM." As soon as he finished speaking, he released a quiet sigh of relief.
Hearing this, the man paused for a brief moment before responding, "Okay. Make the arrangements for the meeting. If there is any meeting scheduled at that time, postpone it to tomorrow."
His voice then hardened as he added a clear warning, "And listen to me carefully—if anything goes wrong with this meeting, you all will have to face my wrath."
Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and placed the phone aside. Moments later, he resumed his workout, his focus returning as if the interruption had never happened.
After an hour of intense workout, he left the gym and headed towards his room. Midway, his mother stopped him. After placing her hand on his head to bless him, she spoke softly,
"Good morning, Arjun. I have something important to talk to you about."
He looked at her, concern immediately reflecting in his eyes.
(And yes, you guessed it right—he was none other than Arjun Sharma.)
"Yes, Mom. Tell me—did something happen? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly.
His mother chuckled at his concern and replied calmly, "No, Arjun, it's nothing serious—but it is important."
She continued, "You remember my friend Mrs. Chaturvedi? She has organized an exhibition in her school to motivate students and encourage their new ideas and innovations. Many well-known people have been invited... and she wants you to attend the exhibition as a chief guest."
She finished her sentence hesitantly, knowing very well that her son did not enjoy attending such events.
Without even looking up from his phone as he checked his emails, Arjun replied, "Mom, you know I can't go. I already have so much work piled up at the office."
