"To him, she is the only one, the one he needed more than anything else in his life."
♡Kriyansh suryavanshi × Aakriti mehra♡
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"He is composed, she is confused."
"She talks alot, he listens"
"She gets upset, he appease her."
"She is...
In the dimly lit boardroom, the air is thick with unease. The tension is almost suffocating as they wait, each man shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The door finally opens, and HE steps in, his presence instantly commanding attention. There's no need for greetings-his cold eyes do all the talking. The room falls into a deathly silence as he takes his place at the head of the table, his expression carved in stone.
"Let's not waste time," he says, his voice a low growl that echoes through the room. "You know why we're here."
One executive, gathering his courage, tries to propose an alternative strategy.
"Perhaps we could explore a more... cautious approach to-"
Before he can finish, HIS eyes lock onto him with a gaze so icy it could freeze fire.
"cautions", he hisses, leaning forward slightly.
"Caution is for the weak. In this room, we do things my way. Or we don't do them at all."
The executive pales, his voice faltering. "I-I didn't mean to-"
He cuts him off with a sharp, sinister smile that never reaches his eyes. "You didn't mean to what? Question me? Waste my time?" His voice drops to a chilling whisper. "Or maybe you didn't mean to live long enough to regret it."
A cold sweat breaks out on the executive's brow. "No, sir. I apologize."
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He leans back, his expression hardening into something even more terrifying. "Apologies won't save you." He looks around the table, his voice turning into a deadly calm. "If any of you think you can challenge me, speak up now. But know this-once you do, you won't leave this room alive."
No one dares to move. The air is thick with fear, each man too terrified to even breathe too loudly. The silence stretches on until he nods, satisfied.
"Good," he says, his voice cold as death. "Now, let's discuss how you're going to make up the deal. And if anyone here disappoints me... you'll be the last to know."
The meeting continues under the shadow of his threat, every decision driven by the fear of what he might do if things don't go his way. By the time it's over, no one dares to look him in the eye. They leave quickly, grateful to escape his presence-alive, for now.
As soon as He leaves the meeting room, the tension snaps like a taut wire finally cut loose. The moment the door clicks shut behind him, a collective sigh of relief sweeps through the room.
Executives who had been holding their breath now exhale deeply, their shoulders sagging as the oppressive weight of his presence lifts.
One man wipes the sweat from his brow, while another loosens his tie, trying to steady his trembling hands. The room that had been thick with fear just moments ago now feels like relief. Yet, the relief is tainted by lingering anxiety-each person knows that their survival depends on staying in HIS favor.
