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Raghav Singhania stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his luxurious Parisian penthouse, the city stretching out beneath him like a living, breathing tapestry. 

The Eiffel Tower stood tall against the twilight sky, a symbol of grandeur that matched the opulence of his own success. 

The Seine River glistened with the reflections of the city lights, creating an enchanting and almost surreal scene.

He had a Bluetooth earpiece in, his voice carrying a hard edge as he spoke. "I want that deal anyhow. Just do whatever you can, but I won't accept a no from anyone. Got it?" With that, he cut the call and exhaled deeply, his usually composed demeanor momentarily cracking under the pressure.

Raghav walked over to the king-sized bed and let himself fall back onto the plush mattress. 

As he closed his eyes, the memories he tried so hard to suppress came flooding back. 

He was 18 again, standing helplessly in the shadows as his parents were murdered in cold blood. 

Their screams and the brutal sight were etched into his mind, a horror that had never faded.

He had been powerless then, a young man with no resources, no allies. 

But with the remnants of his family's wealth, he had wandered the world, learning and growing, each experience shaping him into the formidable figure he had become. 

Settling in Paris, he built a vast empire from the ground up, his hotel chain becoming a sanctuary for millions of customers worldwide.

Despite his reserved nature and cold exterior, Raghav had managed to form a single meaningful relationship during his rise to power. 

Samar Raizada, his best friend from college, had stood by him through every trial and tribulation. 

Samar was more than just a friend; he was a confidant, a brother, and now, his trusted PA.

Opening his eyes, Raghav felt a familiar rage build within him. 

The man responsible for his parents' deaths was none other than his father's closest associate, a man who had betrayed them all for his gain. 

Raghav had spent years tracking him, his desire for vengeance fueling his every move.

He stood up and walked over to the mirror, scrutinizing his reflection. 

His sharp features, chiseled jawline, and piercing eyes exuded an aura of power and determination. 

The tailored suit he wore only added to his suave, commanding presence. He was Raghav Singhania, the business tycoon feared and respected by many.

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Kalpana Jadhav stood on the balcony of her modest home in Mumbai, enjoying the gentle morning breeze that carried the scent of blooming jasmine. 

The sun had just begun its ascent, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. 

Her serene smile mirrored the tranquility of the morning, her beautiful face illuminated by the soft light.

Kalpana was an extraordinary student, known for her academic brilliance and infectious positivity. 

She radiated energy, a beacon of hope and kindness. 

Always eager to help those in need, she had become a beloved figure in her college community. 

Now, in her final year, she was preparing to secure a job through campus placements, a step toward the many dreams she held dear.