Raj Vardhan Singhania
"Every shadow has a story, and in this silent theater, I am the playwright. The stage is set with veiled intentions, and as The Phantom, my dialogue is spoken through the echoes of power."
Ekta Ahuja
"For me, journalism is mor...
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"That's all we have to say for the current condition of our company, sir. We only want 3 days, and you have my word my company won't be in loss," the old hunch man said.
Annoying. As if I care about your company. It's my money going down. The only reason I'm here listening to your nonsense is because I'm enjoying your current situation.
"Why shouldn't I, when I'm the reason for your current condition?" I thought, my disdain barely concealed behind a fake sympathetic smile.
"I believe in you, Mr. Raichand. If you need any help, I'm just a call away," I said with the fakest and most sympathetic smile plastered on my face.
"Dhruv, show him exit," I commanded without bothering to look up at my secretary.
This world works on money. If there was someone else other than me, he wouldn't have believed. He did very wrong indeed. He thinks he can double-cross me. Bold of him to assume that. It's always me who's in control of the game.
"Sir, you have an event to attend," Dhruv reminded me.
"Hm."
I walked out of my office, soon entering my car with Dhruv sitting in the front seat.
"Sir, in the event, there will be reporters and journalists, and through our sources, there will be some detectives disguised as them," Dhruv informed me.
Detectives. What a joke. Right now, I have the file of those detectives with their actual names and their organization. And also the questions they will ask.
"Sir, most of the questions would be about the fire that broke in the Oberoi mansion," Dhruv continued.
Of course, I was behind that fire.
And now the same thing is going to happen with Raichands. They did the same thing the Oberois did. A scar from my past, they say. But I say it's a mark reminding me to be heartless. A monster. A beast. An animal.
Arriving at the venue, I could see many reporters flashing cameras at my face.
"Stop."
And they stopped at once. But still, there was one that didn't. Oh, my dear, you have dug your own grave. With my eyes, I gave a signal to Dhruv. He understood. Nice.
I got inside the auditorium, putting on my fake smile. No one can even think that I have killed them. But it wasn't my fault. It was fire. Why didn't it stop?
Settling on the couch, which was placed at the center of the stage, my posture was relaxed yet suggestive. With a confident smirk, I lean back, crossing one leg over the other. I run my hand through my hair.
And all the girls in the room are ogling at me. No one can resist my charm. Or can they?
"Let's start the session," I said, bringing back all of them from their dreamland.
