Abhimanyu, a runaway who fled the hellish environment his father created, has spent a decade navigating life's uncertainties through a world of gambling. Alone and drifting through the streets of Lucknow, everything changes when he encounters Roop...
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Abhimanyu was definitely regretting taking Mahi's offer. The room was filled with unfamiliar faces staring intently at the three of them. Now, Abhimanyu was used to people staring. After all, where he lived, people gawked at him constantly. However, the undivided attention he was receiving today was far from pleasurable. A lingering fear gnawed at his heart – the very real possibility of bumping into a family member at this party.
"Miss Sinha! I wasn't expecting you to take me up on my offer of attending this party. You never come to these events," said a man dressed in a dark blue tuxedo. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties and approached Sunheri with open arms. Noticing her lack of reciprocation, he quickly adjusted his greeting, extending a hand for a handshake instead. Sunheri returned a firm yet composed handshake, maintaining unwavering eye contact.
"Mr. Bijlani," she began, a hint of pride lacing her voice, "given your recent co-ownership of Felicity Beauty and status as one of Sinha Industries' largest shareholders, how could I refuse an invitation to an event you host? It's only fitting that Sunheri Sinha grace your occasion with her presence."
Mr. Bijlani grinned at her words, letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh, Sunheri," he said, "your confidence is something I truly admire. You remind me so much of your father, and trust me, no one knows Nikhil better than I do. It will be very interesting to do business with you, beta. I'm very much looking forward to it."
"However," Sunheri remarked sharply, "I'm not my father. I hope you'll treat me as a business partner, not just the daughter of Nikhil Sinha, your best friend." Mr. Bijlani chuckled at her retort and gave a confirming nod.
Abhimanyu found himself quite amused by Sunheri's demeanor. Though they were both 25 years old, she acted completely different from people their age. She carried herself with the poise of a woman in her mid-40s who had weathered life's storms. It made him wonder if he, too, would have become like Sunheri if he were still living at Raichand Estate. She struck him as a person devoid of emotion, a robot solely focused on achieving dominance.
Mr. Bijlani beamed at Sunheri, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Now that you're finally here, Sunheri, it would be a real treat to introduce you to some of the key players in the industry. People who could be valuable allies in your future endeavors."
Sunheri hesitated for a moment, her gaze flitting between Mr. Bijlani's expectant face and Abhimanyu, who seemed content to observe the party from the sidelines. "Well, Mr. Bijlani, if you'll excuse me," she began, her voice polite yet firm, "I wouldn't want to be rude and leave my date stranded here alone."
Mr. Bijlani waved his hand dismissively, his laughter booming across the room. "Nonsense, my dear! Mahi is keeping him company, aren't you, dear?" His gaze flicked towards Mahi, who straightened slightly, offering a small, nervous smile and a quick nod.
"Besides," Mr. Bijlani continued, lowering his voice a touch, "the young lad seems a bit out of his element. Perhaps these business gatherings aren't his usual scene. How about you check out the dance performance I've arranged for the guests, gentleman? It's supposed to be quite a spectacle." He winked at Abhimanyu, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
