"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood"

Chapter 6

Rudraksh Oberoi sat alone in the plush, leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a constant backdrop to his turbulent thoughts. The luxurious interior of the plane was a stark contrast to the storm raging in his mind. As the plane cut through the clouds on its journey to Mumbai, Rudraksh found himself lost in reflection, the weight of the unexpected news pulling him back to his own childhood.

He thought of his mother, a strong but heartbroken woman who had been his only anchor in a world that had turned against them. When Rudraksh was just eight years old, his father had abandoned them for another woman-a young, wealthy, and glamorous figure who had entered his father's life and, inevitably, his family's. The pain of that betrayal had been a gaping wound for his mother, who had been left to fend for them alone.

His mother had fought fiercely to provide for him, scraping together every bit of strength she had to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. Rudraksh remembered the nights he had seen her crying quietly, the light of the kitchen lamp casting long shadows as she struggled with the weight of her despair. It was a life marked by hardship and sacrifice, one that shaped him in ways he had never fully understood until now.

As he grew older, Rudraksh had vowed never to be like his father. He was determined to rise above the shadows of his past, to become powerful and successful beyond measure. His ambition became his driving force, leading him to build an empire that spanned continents. He had achieved everything he had set out to-wealth, control, and an undeniable presence in both legitimate business and the darker corners of society.

Yet, despite his success, there was a lingering void that no amount of power or money could fill. The last time he had been to India was five years ago, for his mother's funeral. He had returned to settle her affairs and pay his respects, but he had kept his emotions tightly guarded, focusing on business and leaving behind the personal pain.

Now, as he traveled back to Mumbai under such unexpected circumstances, Rudraksh felt a strange mix of emotions. The news of Roohi-his own daughter, who had grown up in a world he had never been a part of-was a reminder of a part of his life he had kept buried. The thought of her, an innocent child suddenly thrust into his world, brought back memories of his mother's struggles and sacrifices.

The private plane's smooth flight provided a rare moment of quiet introspection for Rudraksh. The journey was not just a physical one, but a return to a part of his past he had tried to leave behind. The weight of responsibility, now involving a daughter he had never known, was a reminder of the unresolved threads of his own history.

As the plane began its descent into Mumbai, Rudraksh steeled himself for the upcoming encounter.

The powerful, unyielding figure who had built an empire now faced the daunting task of stepping into the role of a father-a role he had never anticipated. His thoughts turned to the little girl waiting for him, and the future that awaited them both.