Mind Your Business (English Version)

Chapter 1: Ram Kapoor's POV: First Impressions

"Yeah Yeah Mr. Singhania, I'll take care of everything, don't worry. I'll see you."

A long sigh...

My day had been quite hectic. After finishing up at the office, I had to head to a major business convention. The entire day had been filled with stress, and all I wanted was to get home in the evening and relax. But the worry about the convention had kept me on edge all day. The biggest business leaders were attending this convention, and I knew that my biggest competitor, Shivaay Singh Oberoi, would be here as well. India's top businessman, who always comes across with his charm and arrogance.

As I entered the hotel, everything looked so elegant and grand, but my mind was elsewhere. "Just get to the elevator," I told myself, loosening my tie a bit. This dress code is going to be the death of me, I never wear ties.

The elevator doors were about to close. I was about to relax, unbutton my blazer, and get comfortable when suddenly, a polished black shoe stopped the doors from closing.

And there he was—Shivaay Singh Oberoi. He stood there with his trademark confident attitude, perfectly poised, as if everything came effortlessly to him.

"Great," I thought, "Exactly what I needed."

In the elevator, it was just the two of us. I made an effort to break the ice, offering a small smile and asking, "Busy day, huh?"

But there wasn't the slightest hint of an expression on Shivaay's face.

"Hmm," Shivaay responded with a clenched fist, as if he wasn't in the mood to talk.

I started to feel irritated. "What a jerk," I thought. Shivaay's attitude always irritates me—he thinks so highly of himself, as if everything in the world is under his control.

As the elevator ascended slowly, my anxiety levels were rising too. I reached into my pocket for my medication. As I started to pull out a pill, it slipped from my hand and fell right by Shivaay's feet.

I looked at him with some irritation and asked, "Could you pick that up for me?"

Without even looking down, Shivaay replied in a cold, detached voice, "I don't bow my head for anyone."

I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath, and bent down to pick up the pill myself. My frustration was clearly visible on my face.

After picking up the pill, I had an idea. I moved closer to Shivaay and struck a pose as if I were measuring our heights, comparing them.

Shivaay looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

In a fake serious tone, I replied, "Oh, just checking if my height has diminished from picking up the pill. You never lower your head, so I thought maybe you'd be worried about becoming shorter than you already are."

Shivaay's face suddenly flushed with anger, but there was also a hint of confusion. He seemed to want to dismiss my antics as nonsense, but my teasing had clearly gotten to him.

Seeing his anger, I couldn't help but let out a small, victorious smile. "Relax, Mr. Oberoi," I said, "I'm not here to ruin your day."

Shivaay managed to control his anger and said in a composed tone, "Learn to pick up your own pill, Kapoor. Maybe try to handle your self-respect a bit better."

I replied with a laugh, ""I have no problem with my self-respect. I'm not insecure enough to not even be able to bend down to pick up a pill. But your ego... well, that's still completely intact, isn't it?""

Shivaay gave me a cold glare, and just then, the elevator doors opened. I gave a small, triumphant smile and stepped out without saying another word, leaving Shivaay's dazed expression behind.

As I walked toward the meeting hall, I thought to myself, "This is going to be interesting."