[The same day, when Krish went to Agra, before the time slot, shown on last part of last chapter]
[Agra. Afternoon, 01: 30 pm.]
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The grand ballroom was abuzz with excitement as the big land auction was about to commence.
Rows of chairs filled the room, where big, renowned businessmen are seated from construction worlds.
Each bidder seated at their alloted places, holding a numbered paddle, while the media section buzzed with cameras and microphones.
At the front, a large screen displayed the land parcels and bidding information, and the auctioneer stood confidently at the podium.
As the auction began, bidders raised their paddles, and the bid board lit up with increasing amounts. The room erupted into a flurry of activity, with reporters snapping photos and journalists scribbling notes.
The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, "Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the biggest land auction of the year. We have an exciting day ahead, with prime properties up for grabs. So, let's get started."
The auction was about to started but, The doors to the grand ballroom swung open, and Krish, accompanied by Kunal, walked in with confident strides.
Krish's tailored suit and polished shoes exuded an air of sophistication, while Kunalin his fitted-suit, followed closely behind, carrying a sleek briefcase.
As they entered, the room's chatter and clinking glasses paused momentarily, with heads turning to acknowledge the arrival of the esteemed guest.
Krish's piercing eyes scanned the room, his gaze sweeping across the sea of faces, coming at a halt when his eyes locked onto a familiar figure - his prey, Rishabh, standing across the room, his eyes fixed intently on Krish, too.
The air seemed to thicken, and the murmurs of the crowd faded into the background.
Krish's eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw setting in a determined line. Rishabh, sensing Krish's gaze, raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
The tension between them was palpable, a silent challenge issued. Kunal, sensing the shift in atmosphere, leaned in discreetly, whispering, "Bhaiya, media is here." in Krish's ear.
