'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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"If this is all you have to offer"-he stood up from his seat, his voice slicing through the tense silence like a blade-"then we're done here, Mr. Mehra. The Oberois have no business with you or your company."
His sharp, penetrating gaze flickered toward the presentation board for a brief moment, a silent statement of his utter disinterest, before he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit. He didn't wait for a response. He never did. His decisions were final, unquestionable. The door swung shut behind him with a quiet thud, leaving the room in suffocating silence.
The executives seated at the conference table exchanged uneasy glances, their nerves rattled. They had seen rejections before, but nothing quite like this. There was no outburst, no raised voice-just an unshakable authority that crushed hope in the most merciless way. That was Ishan Oberoi.
Arrogant. Cold. A man whose voice carried the power to cut through mountains, sharp as a glacier's edge.
Among the gossiping voices of the corporate world, women often whispered about his dangerously captivating looks-a striking face sculpted with ruthless precision, eyes that held the weight of a thousand unspoken threats, and a towering height of six feet that only added to his intimidating aura. But the problem wasn't admiring him-it was surviving him. After all, who would dare to hang the bell around the cat's throat?
His presence was suffocating, his dominance absolute. Conversations halted the moment he entered a room. No one dared to speak unless he allowed it. His mere presence dictated an unspoken rule-when Ishan Oberoi was around, the world listened on his terms.
The COO of Oberoi Empire, a man once known for his composed demeanor, had become an enigma wrapped in ice. Once a quiet, introspective young boy, he had transformed into something far more formidable-cold, ruthless, and unforgiving.
He was not just a name; he was a force. An unmovable storm that no one could tame. And right now, he had made one thing clear-Oberoi Empire would never lower its standards.
ISHAN'S POV :
I picked up the glass of chilled water, letting the condensation wet my fingers as I took a slow sip. My throat felt parched, but the coldness did little to soothe the unease brewing inside me. Settling into my chair, I leaned back, exhaling deeply, trying to shake off the gnawing feeling that had clung to me since morning.
It started during breakfast-the discussion about Anirudh Khanna's engagement. My father had spoken about it with a hint of nostalgia in his voice, reminding me that Anirudh was not just my brother's business partner but also the son of my father's best friend.
I had met him multiple times, especially in formal business gatherings . He carried his father's legacy with effortless grace-a man of humility despite the weight of the renowned Khanna name in the corporate world. Power didn't define him; his generosity did. The first time I interacted with him, he had offered me advice, guiding me on how to strengthen my company. No arrogance, no air of superiority-just an unwavering willingness to help. A rare kind of man. Yet, despite the respect I held for him, today's discussion about his engagement had stirred something unsettling within me.
