"In the Rathore family, trust is a dangerous game."
The Rathore family, once rulers of a grand kingdom, now reigns as India's wealthiest business dynasty. Although the monarchy has faded, their influence and legacy remain intact.
What will happen wh...
The Rathore's were back from Jaipur and right now the preparations were going on for the reception tonight but they didn't knew a surprise was waiting for them...
Vaidehi was getting ready for the evening along with Mayuri helping her while being a big workohilic like her husband, Avantika went to office even after her mother-in-laws disapproving looks.
Who cares when Dadi was in her side !
In the Office,
The large, glass-walled office of Thakur Industries was silent except for the soft hum of a laptop and the rhythmic tapping of Avantika's manicured fingers on the keyboard. Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the sleek desk stacked with neatly organized files.
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Avantika, the no-nonsense CEO, was deep in thought, her piercing eyes scanning the screen. She didn't look up when she pressed the intercom button.
Avantika: "Chintamani, coffee."
Her tone was calm but commanding, the kind that commanded no delay.
A minute later, the glass door creaked open. Chintamani entered, a good looking young man in his late 20s, with messy hair, a tie that seemed to have been tied in a hurry, and a nervous energy that clearly displayed he was late. Balancing a tray with a steaming cup of coffee, he approached the desk carefully.
Chintamani: (grinning) "Your coffee, ma'am. Just the way you like it-extra strong, no sugar, no nonsense."
Avantika didn't respond, her attention still on her laptop. As he approached her desk, his foot caught on the edge of the carpet. Time seemed to slow as the tray tilted, and the cup of coffee flew through the air like a projectile. It landed directly on the stack of important papers Avantika had been reviewing. The papers were instantly drenched, coffee splashing across the desk in a dramatic, chaotic mess.
Avantika froze for a second, her brain processing the disaster before her anger caught up.
Avantika: (snapping her head up) "CHINTAMANI!"
Chintamani froze, his face a mask of horror.
Chintamani: (panicking) "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, ma'am! It was an accident! I swear-"
Avantika stood up, glaring at him with the kind of intensity that could reduce a person to ashes.
Avantika: (through gritted teeth) "Chintamani, you know what? Tumhe chinta karne ki bohot zarurat hai, kyunki tumne mere important papers par coffee pher di hai!" ("You really need to start worrying, Chintamani, because you've just poured coffee all over my important papers!")
