This story is going to have tones of mistakes . Anyways let's get started...
Shivansh Singh rathore - successful businessman and an most eligible bachelor of the country.
Aarohi Rajput - princess of rajput family, apple of everyone's eyes, she is c...
I took the paper weight and throw it on the glass wall shattering it into the pieces.
Damn it Shivansh can't you control your anger for God sake.
I pull my hair in frustration and called nakul clean all the mess.
" Sir you have to attend a meeting with mr. Smith and he arranged it in a club" nakul said hesitatly.
" But Mr. Smith is out of India right, than how can he arrange the meeting" I ask.
" Sir it's his son John Smith who arranged it as he wants to discuss about the upcoming deal " nakul said.
I sighed and nod my head asking him to arrange an outfit for me and again get busy checking the remaining files.
After two hours,
It's 8 o'clock in the evening and I'm on my way for the club which I have to drive for 1 hour.
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(SHIVANSH'S LOOK)
After 1 hour I park the car outside the club and go inside.
The scene inside was same as in most of the clubs, the club is full of youngsters, some are dancing like crazy on the dance floor, some are drunk and some are having fun.
Ignoring all this I move towards the private area which Mr. Smith has booked for the meeting. Mr. Smith is sitting there with some other people.
"Hello Mr. Rathore, sorry for arranging the meeting in such a short time" John Smith says shaking hands with me.
"Ok Mr. Smith" I said greeting him.
"So let's start the meeting"
"Sure".
We discuss about the upcoming deal and finalize everything so that there is no problem later.
Our meeting lasts for 1 hour.
During the meeting he tried to be too smart but I didn't let him succeed, it's not for nothing that people call me a devil in the business world.
"Ok Mr. Smith, now that we have finalized everything so I will take my leave." I said getting up from my seat."Hey Mr. Rathore I can't let you go like this, let's have a drink, one drink won't hurt" he said and I agreed.
We go to the bar and sit on the stools kept there and give our order to the bartender.
I pick up my glass of whiskey and start drinking while looking around.
