What Happens when Sidharth Singhania "The Bossy Boss Known As The man of principles "meets Shehnaaz Kapoor " The Adorably Childlish And The Cutest Girl " as his employee !!
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Sidharth came out of his mom's room, his mind racing with anger and determination. He headed straight towards a room with a secret entrance. Pressing a concealed button, a big, dark, and gloomy royal door revealed itself.
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He opened the door and stepped inside, entering a completely different world. The room was dimly lit, with only the light from his study table lamp casting eerie shadows. He quietly sat down on a big royal chair, his head hung low, legs crossed. His posture exuded an aura of dominance and power.
The room around him was both aesthetic and haunting. Dark mahogany wood lined the walls, giving the room a somber and stately feel. Photos of his family, each framed in intricate gold, adorned the walls. There were pictures of him as a child, with his parents, and significant moments of his life, all meticulously arranged.
Royal and antique pieces were scattered throughout the room. A grand, antique bookshelf filled with leather-bound books stood against one wall. Each book seemed to whisper tales of power and legacy. There were antique vases, each with detailed carvings, placed on pedestals. An ornate grandfather clock stood in one corner, its pendulum swinging slowly, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
The centerpiece of the room was a large, heavy wooden desk with a green leather top, cluttered with papers, an old-fashioned ink pot, and a quill pen. Behind the desk was a grand, high-backed royal chair, upholstered in dark red velvet. Sidharth's study table lamp, with its stained-glass shade, cast a warm yet mysterious glow over the desk.
In one corner of the room, an antique globe rested on a stand, its surface marked with countless explorations. Next to it, an intricately carved wooden chest hinted at secrets and treasures from the past. The dim light flickered on a series of swords and shields mounted on the wall, relics of a bygone era.
Raising his head, Sidharth's gaze fell on a large dartboard on the wall. A photo was pinned to it, riddled with several darts. He stared at it for a moment, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and satisfaction. Without warning, he picked up another dart and threw it with precision, hitting the photo right in the eyes of the person depicted.
He laughed maniacally, his laughter echoing through the room, then suddenly his face twisted in anger. "You are dying to meet me, right? Ab pata chalega tujhe who the real Sidharth Singhania is," he said, his voice shifting from a mocking tone to one filled with wrath.
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The next day, as Kushal had mentioned, Sidharth was invited to Ayaan Deol's wedding. Today was the Sangeet and Mehndi ceremony, both scheduled for the same day in the evening.
As the morning sun cast its golden rays through the window, Sidharth's eyes fluttered open, disturbed by the brightness. He lay there for a moment, gathering his thoughts before finally getting up. The events of the previous day still lingered in his mind, but today was crucial. He needed to be at his best.
