Anil Ramachandran, who was in the middle of a meeting in the conference room in the sky-high building of Menon Groups, was unaware of his parents discussion.
In the black business suit and well matching silver men accessories, and black leather shoe, Anil sat at the end of long table with his cold and majestic aura. As forty-four year old man, he was looking more mature than before.
His hair was white, but styled with black hair at the sides, give extraordinary charm to him. He doesn't have the face of young man, but he has well maintained himself. So, no one can call him and 'old man' at all. His eyes were extremely cold without any emotions, as the passed time took away the warmth from him completely.
His eyes were fixed on the datas on the electronic screen, and was listening attentively to the director's explanation. All the executive directors and board members were sitting in their seats on either sides of the table. They all discussed together and later came up with solutions.
After an hour, the meeting was ended. Anil walked out of the conference room, his secretary Hiran was following him behind. Hiran looked at the broad shoulders of the man before him in admiration.
He is almost 185 centimetres tall, and even his back figure was giving an unbeatable oppression. His foot steps all steady, just like how he raised the Menon Groups which was on the edge of shaking from twelve years ago.
When he took over the company that time, all those rivals were making use of the absence of Chandrashekhr. Since the Royal Family was also against them, their moves were more bold. Here in Spain, Menons have a huge foundation and if it was gone, then the entire Menon Groups would have collapsed.
But, this man before him, Anil Ramachandran, single handedly saved the company. His movements were sharp and well planned. His aggressive counterattack was beyond the expectations of those eagles waiting to taste the meat. Because of him, the market value of Menon Groups increased by billions.
Secretary Hiran has witnessed all his hardwork and persistence without rest throughout the years and all he feels is pure admiration and respect.
**buzzz....**
Anil took out his vibrating phone from his coat pocket.
[📞Amma]
"Hello, my dear son, we are leaving tomorrow, your works are completed, right?" Akhila asked while packing the luggage.
"It's all done, Maa." Anil replied.
"Have you packed your luggage? Wanna help?"
"No Maa. I will do it myself. I will be there soon." Anil said as he walked out of the building, and approached his car, surrounded by well trained bodyguards.
"Okay... Uhm... Kanna... Don't you think you should find someone to help you with this soon?...Hh.. Like.. Helping you arrange your clothes, cooking you food, someone to accompany you at home, someone to spend your time with...? Of course, you can also do it for that person too!!" Akhila said while emphasizing each words.
Anil sat inside the car, and rubbed his forehead helplessly as he understood his Amma's thoughts.
".... I will try, Maa..." Anil said with a sigh. Or else, she will continue to talk about this until she found a person herself and get him married.
"Okay then!!! Keep your words, son!! I named you after Sree Ram! You can't lie!!!!" Akhila said and hung up before he can say anything.
Anil looked at the phone helplessly and was at loss. Am I just overthinking? Why do I feel like she is plotting something?
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