The Beauty of Balance

"Shadows of the Past: The Iron Will"

Nitya's office was a realm of precision and control. The walls were lined with sleek, modern art and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of New York .In her sleek office at Sathee's central headquarters, Nitya was deep in discussion with a supplier.

The phone on Matthew's desk, her assistant & manager, rang abruptly. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned before answering.

"Hello, this is Matthew, Nitya's assistant. How can I help you?" he asked politely.

On the other end, a gruff voice barked, "Where is Nitya? This is her father speaking. I've been trying to reach her for the past six months, and you keep telling me she's busy! I want to talk to my daughter, now!"

Matthew took a deep breath, maintaining his composure. "I'm sorry, sir, but Nitya is currently in a meeting. She's given strict instructions not to be disturbed."

The voice on the line grew louder, frustration and anger evident. "You think I don't know she's avoiding me? Just tell her to call me back the moment she's free. This is unacceptable!"

Matthew, calm but firm, responded, "I will pass along the message, sir. Have a good day."

He hung up and exhaled deeply, shaking his head. Nitya's father's calls were always tense, and Matthew knew better than to press Nitya on this matter. She had her reasons for keeping her distance, and he respected her privacy. As he looked towards Nitya's office door, he hoped she was holding up okay under the constant pressure.

Matthew made a note to gently inform Nitya about the call.

Matthew cleared his throat, hesitating for a moment. "Nitya, your father called again," he said, choosing his words carefully. "He's been trying to reach you for six months. I told him you're busy, as instructed, but..."

Nitya's face remained impassive, her eyes fixed on the papers in front of her. "I'm aware, Matthew. Tell him I'm busy."

Matthew shifted uncomfortably. "I did, but... he seemed quite insistent this time. Maybe you should consider—"

Nitya cut him off, her voice cold and firm. "When is my next meeting?"

Understanding her desire to avoid the topic, Matthew nodded. "In thirty minutes, with the kitchen staff regarding the new menu items for the Green Oak event."

Nitya nodded, a hint of relief in her eyes as she moved on to business. "Thank you. Please prepare the necessary documents and let me know when they're ready."

Matthew nodded, glancing at her with concern before exiting the room. Nitya took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts of her father and focusing on the tasks at hand. She couldn't afford distractions, not now, not ever.

Later in day........

Nitya sat alone in her cabin, meticulously scanning through a stack of documents. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of papers. Her phone buzzed on the desk, displaying the name "Kabir." She glanced at it, watching it ring for five minutes before finally picking up.

Kabir's voice came through, tense and sharp. "Where are you, Nitya? What's with this behavior? Your dad's been calling me, and he's not happy. He's asking about the Tara Mahal construction you've started. Didn't you talk to him?"

Nitya's voice was icy. "Kabir, I hired you as my lawyer and legal advisor for a reason. I'm paying you to handle these matters. You don't need my permission—do what you need to do. The construction should not be stopped."

Kabir sighed, trying to tread carefully. "I understand, Nitya. But that Rajveer Khanna, your dad's lawyer, keeps insisting that you need to talk to him. He's been calling me endlessly."