Rathore's Vengeance

Twenty

Ekansh sat in silence, his anger simmering beneath a calm exterior. His eyes were sharp and focused, masking the storm inside.

Advik watched him uneasily, knowing this calm wouldn’t last. Ekansh’s silence was the warning before the inevitable eruption. He could see Ekansh deep in thought, but he had no idea where those thoughts would lead or who would bear the brunt of them.

"Sir, what should we do now? Mr. Raichand didn’t agree to the deal," Advik said, disappointment heavy in his voice.

Ekansh’s cold gaze met his, and he sighed in frustration. "Mr. Raichand really calls himself a businessman?" he muttered irritably.

"Sir, Mr. Raichand is quite strict when it comes to business matters," Advik replied carefully, his tone respectful but cautious.

Ekansh stood abruptly, his temper flaring. "This man has the guts to question me?" he growled, his anger now visible. Advik stepped back, watching him warily.

"Sir, this project is critical," Advik said with a frown, fully aware of how much was riding on it.

"I know. And that’s the problem," Ekansh muttered through gritted teeth, frustration boiling over. Advik sighed, feeling the weight of the situation.

"If that incident this morning hadn’t happened, we might’ve closed the deal by now," Advik added hesitantly, watching Ekansh’s fists tighten.

"How the hell did that girl get into the mansion? And stay the entire night?" Ekansh’s voice was laced with growing anger. "And Raichand’s making this a big issue. We’re doing business-why does my personal life even matter?" His frustration was palpable.

"Sir, Mr. Raichand values business, but he also prioritizes morals and traditions," Advik said, his tone more serious now. "He’s very strict when it comes to culture and propriety."

"Whatever happened this morning probably looked inappropriate to him," Advik added nervously, not wanting to escalate the tension.

"We need this project at any cost," Ekansh said, his voice strained as he rubbed his temple in frustration.

"Then what should we do, sir?" Advik asked, uncertainty creeping into his tone.

"We’ll meet Mr. Raichand and settle this ourselves," Ekansh replied in a cold, determined tone. Advik blinked in surprise but quickly nodded.

"I’ll prepare everything for the meeting," Advik said obediently.

"Great. Do it," Ekansh commanded, his voice icy as he turned and headed toward his room, his mind set on the next move.

After breakfast, Harish joined them at the table. Meera, her face etched with concern, looked at Roohi. "Roohi beta, do you know how worried we were?" she said, her voice heavy with worry.

Roohi lowered her gaze. "Chachi, I just wanted to see what it looked like inside, that’s all," she replied softly, her tone laced with regret.

Meera sighed, shaking her head. "I went inside, but the door got locked, and then it started raining. I was so scared, Chachi. I’ll never do something like that again," Roohi added, her voice trembling with fear as she recalled the incident.

Meera’s expression softened, and Harish gently patted Roohi’s head. "Roohi beta, go and take some rest," Harish said with a warm smile. Roohi nodded, giving them a small, grateful smile before heading toward her room for some much-needed rest.

Meera looked at Harish, her face etched with worry. "Roohi doesn’t even realize what's happening in her life," she said softly, sadness filling her voice. Harish exhaled, the weight of it all pressing down on him.