*RADHIKA ROY*
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"That Radhika may have let her Krishna go but I will never let my krishna leave me."
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In Krish, Radhika saw not just a handsome stranger but a kindred spirit, someone who challenged her to dream bigger, to live more freely. And in...
The office was abuzz with the usual morning chaos—murmurs of strategy meetings. In the middle of this controlled frenzy, the door of the elevator on 24th floor open, and Radhika walked in, her presence immediately silencing the room.
Clad in a sharp, tailored suit that spoke volumes about her no-nonsense attitude, she exuded an air of authority and precision. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her eyes, framed by sharp brows, were focused and unwavering. The subtle but expensive scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of her meticulous attention to every detail.
Radhika's reputation had preceded her—she was known for her unyielding commitment to her work, her laser-sharp focus, and her ability to drive results. But today, as she surveyed the room with a cold, calculating gaze, it was clear that she wasn't here to make friends.
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"Good morning, everyone," she said, her voice crisp and devoid of warmth. "Let's get started. We have a lot to cover and no time to waste." Her words, though professional, carried a weight of finality that left no room for argument. The team exchanged nervous glances, each one bracing themselves for the whirlwind that was Radhika.
As she moved to her cabin, Radhika's steps were purposeful and determined. Every action was deliberate, every decision carefully calculated. She didn't have time for idle chatter or office politics. Her world revolved around results and deadlines, and she had little patience for anything that didn't contribute to her goals.
Despite the frigid demeanor she projected, Radhika was not without her own battles. Beneath the surface of her icy exterior was a relentless drive born from years of pushing herself to the limits. Her quest for perfection was both her strength and her burden, a testament to the high standards she held not just for herself, but for everyone around her.
As she settled into her work, her team quickly adapted to the new rhythm she set. They knew that working under Radhika meant embracing a demanding pace, but it also meant a chance to be part of something extraordinary. For those willing to meet her high expectations, there was no limit to what they could achieve.
Radhika was not here to be liked. She was here to succeed. And her relentless pursuit of excellence would either make or break those who dared to be part of her journey.
Amid the routine, the door to Radhika's office opened with a soft chime, and Jahan stepped in, carrying a stack of files and a warm, easy smile.
Unlike the meticulous and intimidating Radhika, Jahan was the embodiment of approachable charm and calm efficiency. His attire was smart but casual—tailored slacks and a crisp shirt with sleeves rolled up, suggesting a blend of professionalism and relaxed ease. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes sparkled with an affable energy that contrasted sharply with Radhika's stoic demeanor.
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