They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Umar bhar nibhaoge aisa mujhe bhraam huwa ek rishta ummid pe suru aur afsos par khatam huwa..!
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In Rare group
Adair sat in the main chair, his presence filling the room as he observed the people seated around the large conference table. His gaze was sharp, assessing each of them in turn before he leaned forward, hands clasped together on the table. With a smirk that sent a chill through the air, he looked directly at Mr. Mehta.
"So," he began, his tone deceptively calm, "the one-month deadline is up, right?"
Mr. Mehta's eyes widened, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he nodded hastily. "Y-Yes, sir. Everything is taken care of, just as you requested... We've hired the best teachers from across the country." His voice wavered slightly, betraying his nerves.
Adair's smirk faded as he nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good for you that it's done," he replied smoothly, his gaze steady on Mr. Mehta, watching as the man visibly gulped and shifted in his seat. Around the table, others exchanged nervous glances, each one aware of the tension building in the room.
Adair's attention shifted, his eyes narrowing as they landed on three men sitting further down the table, each one avoiding his gaze, eyes locked downward. They looked like they wanted to vanish into thin air. Adair's smirk returned, colder this time, before he turned to Raghav at his side.
"Where are the people I told you to bring in?" Adair asked quietly, a hint of steel in his voice.
Raghav, unfazed by the intensity in Adair's tone, simply nodded and motioned towards the door.
Moments later, it opened, The two newcomers hesitated at the entrance, their faces drained of color as they took in the tense atmosphere. They knew exactly why they'd been called in.
Across the table, three other men were already seated, their eyes downcast and faces grim. They, too, had sensed the inevitable reckoning looming over them. The entire table fell silent, all eyes discreetly darting toward Adair, who sat at the head of the table like a judge ready to pass down a sentence.
Adair leaned forward, intertwining his fingers as he studied each of them with a penetrating gaze. His presence felt suffocating, the weight of it pressing down on everyone present. After a prolonged silence, he spoke, his voice as calm as it was sharp.
"So," he began, his tone almost casual, yet dripping with an unspoken threat, "it appears we have a few eager minds here—those who don't feel the need to consult me before arranging private dinners to discuss business deals."
Around the table, executives exchanged puzzled looks, clearly unaware of the dinner in question. But the five men—the two new arrivals and the three already seated—knew exactly what he was referring to. The other three shifted uncomfortably, not daring to look up, their hands clenched tightly under the table.
