--- Clouds of Arrogance / غرور کے بادل Ghuroor Ke Badal ---
Rohan Lashari, heir to a powerful political dynasty, is accustomed to a life of privilege. His father Mir Lashari, a veteran politician, shields him from the repercussions of his rec...
After the intense investor meeting, where every detail had been scrutinized and every risk carefully weighed, Rohan felt a mixture of satisfaction and adrenaline coursing through his veins. The meeting had gone well, just as he had predicted, and the future of their investment with the Raisanis seemed secure. As the last of the papers were signed and the handshakes were exchanged, Zahra looked at her son with a mixture of pride and lingering concern.
"Rohan, it's been a long day," Zahra said, her voice carrying a gentle but firm tone. "Let's go home. We both deserve some rest."
Rohan, however, had other plans. The adrenaline from the successful meeting was still buzzing through him, and the idea of going home to unwind didn't quite appeal to him. He wanted to ride the high of his success a little longer, and the best way to do that was with friends.
"Mama, you go on ahead," Rohan replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "Rustam and a few of the others are planning to grab dinner, and I'm going to join them. I'll come home afterward."
Zahra gave him a look, her eyes searching his face for a moment. She knew her son well enough to sense when he needed to blow off steam, but the overprotective part of her couldn't help but worry, especially with the Raisanis involved. However, she also trusted Rohan's judgment and didn't want to stifle him.
"Alright, Rohan," Zahra finally said, placing a hand on his arm. "But be careful. And don't stay out too late. You've had a long day."
Rohan nodded, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I will, Mama. Don't worry, I won't be out too late."
With that, Zahra left for home, and Rohan made his way to the restaurant where Rustam and the others were waiting. The restaurant was an upscale establishment, known for its exclusive clientele and exquisite cuisine. As Rohan entered, he was greeted by the sight of Rustam Raisani and a few other colleagues already seated at a large table, laughing and enjoying the evening.
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"Finally, the man of the hour!" Rustam called out as Rohan approached, a broad grin on his face.
Rohan chuckled as he took his seat. "Didn't want to keep you waiting too long. You know how it is with the old guard—they like to talk."
One of the colleagues leaned forward with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, we know. Mr. COO here, juggling deals and dinner plans."
Rohan waved a hand dismissively, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Someone's got to keep things moving."
Rustam, ever the jokester, clapped Rohan on the back. "Don't let him fool you, guys. He's just here for the food. Rohan's always been about the finer things in life."
Rohan laughed, nodding in agreement. "You caught me, Rustam. Speaking of finer things, when are you going to start paying for my dinners? I'm tired of footing the bill every time."
