Seventeen years later, in the grand office of Oberoi Enterprises, an old woman sat behind an imposing desk, her presence commanding respect and reverence. The room was tastefully adorned with artifacts and photographs that whispered stories of the family's illustrious past. The chairwoman, Mrs. Oberoi, glanced at the clock, a mix of anticipation and nostalgia etched on her face.
"Madam Chairwoman," her secretary entered the room quietly, sensing the weight of the moment. "You asked about her return. She'll be back next week."
A tender smile touched Mrs. Oberoi's lips, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm looking forward to seeing her after all these years," she said softly, her voice filled with a deep, maternal longing. "My Saisha... After Abhinay and Mahima passed away, she has been so lonely."
The secretary nodded respectfully, understanding the profound emotions that lay beneath her words. "It has been a long journey for her, Madam. She has grown into a remarkable young woman."
Mrs. Oberoi sighed, a blend of sorrow and pride mingling in her expression. "Yes, she has. But no matter how strong and independent she becomes, she will always be that little girl who lost her parents too soon."
The room fell into a contemplative silence, memories of the past casting long shadows over the present. Mrs. Oberoi's mind wandered back to the tragic night when Saisha's world was turned upside down. The accident had left a gaping void in their lives, and despite the passage of time, the pain of that loss had never truly healed.
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"I hope she finds some peace here," Mrs. Oberoi murmured, her gaze distant. "This is her home, and we are her family. She deserves happiness after all she has endured."
The secretary offered a gentle smile, stepping back to give her space. "I'm sure she will, Madam. She has your strength and resilience."
Mrs. Oberoi nodded, her thoughts turning to the imminent reunion with her granddaughter. "Next week," she repeated softly, the words a promise to herself and to Saisha. "Next week, she'll be home."
As she sat there, the anticipation of seeing Saisha again brought a flicker of hope to Mrs. Oberoi's heart, a reminder that even in the face of profound loss, the bonds of family could endure and heal.
In Seoul, South Korea, the sleek glass facade of Abhima's Foundation towered majestically against the city skyline. Inside, the atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension as a 25-year-old woman strode through the entrance. Her presence was a force to be reckoned with, exuding an aura of authority and icy resolve that commanded immediate respect.
Employees quickly snapped to attention, their whispers dying down as she made her way to the elevator. "Good morning, Ms. Saisha," they greeted in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of reverence and apprehension.
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