ibaadat: Worshipping Her.

Chapter 5

Abhimaan's pov:

The sun's first light streamed into the grand dining hall of the Udaipur palace as I joined my family for breakfast. The room was filled with the soft clinking of cutlery and the gentle hum of morning conversation. Even amidst this warmth, I kept a professional demeanor.

"Good morning, Abhi," my mother, Vandana, said with her usual warmth. "I hope you're well today."

"Morning, Maa," I replied, my tone reserved but respectful. "I'm well, thank you."

My father, Rudrpratap, looked up from his newspaper. "Abhimaan, do we have everything in order for the week ahead?"

"Yes, dad," I answered. "Everything is on track. I'll be taking care of the necessary details today."

My younger brother, Rehaan, and my sister, Arushi, joined us, adding their own bits to the morning chatter. Though I kept my responses brief, my interactions with them were softer, a stark contrast to my usual coldness.

Handling Office Affairs:

After breakfast, I retreated to my study. The transition from family time to work was seamless. Rajiv, my PA, arrived promptly to update me on the day's agenda.

"Good morning, hukum," Rajiv began, placing a set of documents on my desk. "Here are the updates and issues we need to address."

I skimmed through the reports with a cold focus. "Let's prioritize the immediate concerns. I need a detailed briefing on our current projects. Ensure everything is proceeding as planned."

Rajiv nodded. "I'll get on it. We also have some minor issues with our suppliers that need your attention."

I handled the day's meetings and decisions with a level-headed precision, ensuring the Shekhawat Group's operations ran smoothly. My approach was characterized by a clear, professional demeanor, marked by efficiency and a lack of unnecessary sentiment.

Transition to Underworld Affairs:

By late afternoon, my responsibilities shifted to my underworld operations. In a discreet, dimly lit office, I met with key figures involved in these covert activities.

"Abhimaan," my bestfriend vivhaan began, "we have a situation in the northern territories that requires your attention."

I listened, my expression remaining impassive. "What's the issue?"

As the situation was detailed, I responded with a cold, methodical efficiency. "Address it swiftly and discreetly. We can't afford any complications."

Evening Reflection:

As evening approached, I returned to the palace, where I reviewed my plans for the upcoming week. Despite the mix of corporate and covert activities, my interactions with my family remained a source of warmth and connection.