10. Please just once...

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Rajveer sits behind a polished desk, wearing a tailored suit

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Rajveer sits behind a polished desk, wearing a tailored suit. Mr.Nair, his assistant of around his age approached him with a notepad.

"Ah! Mr. Nair, what brings you here today?" Rajveer asked leaning back in his chair.

"Good afternoon Sir. I have some industry-related terms that might interest you. Shall I begin?" Mr. Nair asked with a fake smile, frustrated with his job to teach this spoilt brat business.

"Of course, Mr. Nair. Test my business skills with your most challenging words" he smirks mischievously.

Mr. Nair clears his throat, trying not to let Rajveer's cockiness get to him.

"Alright sir, Let's start with a simple one. Do you know what ROI stands for?" Mr. Nair asked.

Rajveer feigns deep thought, tapping his finger against his chin.

"ROI...ROI...Revenge of Indravati?" He replied.

Mr. Nair chuckles, shaking his head.

"Really close Sir. It's actually Return on investment" Mr. Nair injected.

"Ah, Return on investment, of course, of course, I knew that" Rajveer snaps his fingers.

Mr. Nair can't help but smile at Rajveer's cockiness.

He slips through his notepad asking him some more terms and getting more hilarious answers than the previous one.

Rajveer shrugs nonchalantly, a grin plastered on his face.

"I will take my leave then" Mr. Nair said closing his notepad.

"Take care of your hand" Rajveer told him with a small smile.

"Of course" Mr. Nair returned the smile and left his cabin.

Rajveer leaned back on his chair with a lazy smile thinking about the woman who had conquered his mind from the past few days...

...

In a dimly lit, upscale bar, the clinking of glasses and hushed conversations created an ambiance of mystery and luxury.

At a secluded corner, Rajveer and Jaydeep sat together, each with a drink in hand, plotting their sinister intentions.

Rajveer wore a sly grin as he sipped his whiskey. Jaydeep, leaned back in his chair, studying the room with a calculating gaze.

"So, Jaydeep, it seems Eklavya has been getting in our way more often than not," Rajveer remarked, his voice low and conspiratorial.

Jaydeep nodded, his eyes narrowing with malice. "Indeed, he's been a thorn in our side for far too long. It's time we put an end to his meddling once and for all."

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