𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐪

𝟐𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

The annual Business Excellence Awards were the most anticipated event in the corporate world. Held in the opulent ballroom of the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel in Mumbai, it was an evening where the most distinguished personalities in business gathered to celebrate the achievements of the year.

The event was synonymous with glamor, prestige, and recognition, but this year, it promised something extraordinary-a revelation that would send ripples through the entire nation.

The Crown Group, a conglomerate of luxury hotels spread across the globe, had been nominating from the past three years and winning each and every award coveted "Businessman of the Year" award.

Crown Hotels had long been a beacon of luxury and sophistication in the hospitality industry, with a reputation that spanned continents.

Despite its immense success and influence, the Crown Group had always kept a low profile about its leadership. The company had an aura of mystery, with its CEO rarely seen in public and never identified in the media.

This secrecy only fueled the curiosity and speculation surrounding the identity of the person at the helm of this multi-millionaire empire.

The Taj Hotel stood tall and majestic, its iconic dome shimmering under the golden hues of the setting sun.

Devaansh was the epitome of composure and sophistication. His tailored black tuxedo clung to his tall, athletic frame, and the crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply against the dark fabric.

The cool billionaire, known for his strategic acumen and sharp business instincts, carried an aura that commanded attention and respect. He glanced around, his deep-set eyes scanning the crowd with an indifferent, almost icy, gaze.

As the group had barely set foot on the red carpet to walk towards the entrance, the sea of reporters surged forward, cameras flashing and microphones extended. The cacophony of shouted questions created a barrier of chaos.

What was supposed to be a moment of pride and celebration quickly turned into a chaotic scene as the reporters began bombarding them with questions, many of which were far from relevant to the occasion.

Ruhanika moved a little closer to Devaansh when the reports approached us with their useless questions.

"Mr. Raghuvanshi! What are your thoughts on the recent merger deal?"

"Miss.Ridhima, can we get a comment on your upcoming project?"

"Mr.Priyanshu, how do you feel about your brother's achievements?"

"Miss.Samriddhi, what are your plans for the evening?"

"Miss.Ruhanika, how did you come here tonight?"

Devaansh's face remained stoic, his stride unwavering. He had perfected the art of handling media frenzy, knowing that silence often spoke louder than words.

Ridhima and Priyanshu, though visibly more affected by the onslaught, took their cues from their brother, maintaining a dignified silence.

However, Ruhanika, ever the spirited one, couldn't help but roll her eyes at the barrage of questions. "You'd think they'd have something better to do," she muttered under her breath, loud enough for Samridhi to hear. Samriddhi stifled a laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

However, Ruhanika, ever the spirited one, couldn't help but roll her eyes at the barrage of questions.

"You'd think they'd have something better to do." she muttered under her breath, loud enough for Samridhi to hear. Samriddhi stifled a laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement.