VEILED VOWS ( On Hold )

CHAPTER 1

AT SINGHANIA GROUP OF INDUSTRIES

The office was bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight, casting long shadows across the room. Behind a sleek mahogany desk sat a man in his late twenties, his broad shoulders draped in a perfectly tailored black Armani suit. His piercing eyes, a shade of dark brown that often appeared almost black, were narrowed in focus as he studied the document before him. The world outside might have been in chaos, but here, in the sanctum of his office, Abhay Singhania was the epitome of control.

The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound until a sharp knock on the door shattered the silence.

Abhay's eyes flicked up, his expression unreadable."Come in," he commanded, his voice low and clipped, a man not to be kept waiting.

The door creaked open, and Aman Chopra, Abhay's personal assistant and the closest thing he had to a friend, stepped inside. There was an urgency in Aman's usually composed demeanor, a slight edge to his voice as he spoke.

"Sir, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room," Aman announced, his tone betraying a hint of anxiety.

Abhay didn't bother with a response. He simply stood, his movements fluid and purposeful, radiating an aura of authority that made people stand a little straighter in his presence. Aman fell into step behind him as they made their way to the conference room.

Inside, the tension was palpable. As Abhay entered, all conversation ceased, every eye turning to him. He moved with a quiet confidence, taking his seat at the head of the table, a position that had always felt like his rightful place. The room seemed to shrink around him, his presence dominating the space.

The meeting dragged on, the discussions growing increasingly frustrating as solutions remained elusive. But while the others were consumed by the issues at hand, Abhay's mind was elsewhere. A nagging feeling of unease gnawed at him, something that had nothing to do with the business at stake.

When the meeting finally adjourned, Abhay returned to his office, intending to immerse himself in work as a distraction. But before he could, Aman appeared at the door, his face unusually serious.

"Abhay, we need to talk," Aman said, his voice steady but carrying an edge that immediately caught Abhay's attention.

Abhay looked up, locking eyes with Aman. "What's going on?" he asked, sensing the seriousness in Aman's demeanor.

Aman closed the door behind him, stepping closer. "It's about Tara Patel," he began, his voice low but resolute.

Abhay's eyes narrowed, his focus sharpening. "What about her?"

"Her father has arranged her marriage to Mehta," Aman said bluntly."from what I've learned, she's completely unaware of it."

The silence in the room was deafening as Abhay processed the news. His grip on the file tightened, his knuckles turning white."I'm not letting that happen," Abhay stated, his voice cold and determined.

Aman nodded, as if he had expected this response. "I've already pulled some strings. Ajay Patel is in his office right now. We should pay him a visit."

Abhay stood up, his expression set in stone. "Let's go."

The two men left the office together, a quiet storm brewing between them. Aman didn't bother trying to calm Abhay down; he knew better. This was a battle Abhay needed to fight.

AT PATEL'S OFFICE

The door to Ajay Patel's office swung open with a force that rattled the walls. Abhay Singhania, flanked by Aman, stormed in uninvited. Ajay Patel, caught off guard, scrambled to his feet.
"Mr. Singhania," Ajay stammered, trying to mask his surprise. "This is unexpected."

Abhay's eyes were like ice, his expression unreadable. "Cut the formalities, Patel," he said, his voice low but brimming with controlled anger. "I'm here to discuss your daughter's marriage."

Ajay forced a smile, though his eyes betrayed his unease. "Ah, yes. Tara's engagement. It's a good match, you see. Mr. Mehta is a-"

"A man twice her age," Abhay interrupted, his tone sharp. "And this is less of a match and more of a transaction. Isn't that right?"

Ajay's smile faltered. "I don't know what you're implying, Mr. Singhania."

"You know exactly what I'm implying," Abhay shot back, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're selling your daughter to clear your debts."

Ajay flinched at the accusation, but before he could respond, Aman spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension. "Let's not waste time, Patel. Abhay isn't here for a debate. We're here to make you an offer."

Ajay's eyes flicked between the two men, sensing he was cornered. "What kind of offer?"

"I'll pay off all your debts," Abhay said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. "In exchange, you call off this sham of a marriage."

Ajay hesitated, greed flickering in his eyes as he calculated the potential gain. But his expression darkened as he realized the leverage he held. "And what if I refuse?"

Abhay leaned in slightly, "You won't. Because if you do, you won't just be dealing with financial ruin. You'll be dealing with us."

Ajay's bravado crumbled under the weight of Abhay's words. He could feel the walls closing in, his greed fighting against the fear creeping up his spine. "I... I need that money, Singhania," Ajay stuttered, trying to regain some control. "And she's agreed-"

"She's agreed to nothing," Abhay snapped, cutting him off. "And I won't stand by and watch you ruin her life just to line your pockets."

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension between the two men thick enough to cut with a knife. Then Ajay, desperate to regain some semblance of power, sneered, "And why are you so interested in saving her? What does she mean to you? She's nothing-just a burden, an ugly thorn in my side. I'm doing this to get rid of her, to make her someone else's problem."

The words were barely out of Ajay's mouth before Abhay moved, his hand shooting across the desk to grab Ajay by the throat. The older man gasped, his hands scrabbling at Abhay's iron grip, eyes wide with fear.

"You will not speak about her like that," Abhay growled, his voice low and filled with menace. "Not now, not ever. If you breathe another insult about her, I will make sure you regret it."

He released Ajay with a shove, sending the man sprawling back in his chair, gasping for breath.

As Abhay turned to leave, Ajay's wheezing voice stopped him in his tracks. "If you care so much... why don't you marry her yourself?" he spat, his voice dripping with bitterness.

Abhay turned back, his expression cold and calculating. "Maybe I will," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And if that's what it takes to protect her from you, then so be it. Consider this your final warning, Patel: tell Mehta that the marriage is off. Tara Patel will be Mrs. Abhay Singhania."

He paused, his voice dropping to an even more dangerous tone. "And if you ever think of telling her about this deal, I will ensure that you live to regret every word."

With that, Abhay strode out of the office, Aman Chopra following close behind, leaving Ajay Patel pale and trembling in his seat, finally realizing just how dangerous a man like Abhay Singhania could be when crossed.

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