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As Samaksh stepped out of his car and approached the towering Paradise Group of Companies building, he couldn't help but be in awe of its grandeur. 

The infrastructure was sleek, modern, and imposing, reflecting the power and success of the family behind it. 

Glass windows stretched up towards the sky, and the polished steel gleamed under the sunlight, giving it an almost intimidating presence.

He was about to enter the building when something caught his eye—a woman in a black blazer, standing with her back to him. 

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and for a moment, Samaksh found himself frozen in place, confused. 

Why would a woman be here for this meeting? 

It was a male-dominated industry, and the important meetings usually consisted of men in power. 

His initial thought was that she might be someone's personal assistant, but her attire and the confident way she held herself suggested otherwise. 

She was dressed like someone in charge, someone with authority.

He shrugged off the thought and continued walking inside, deciding that it wasn't his concern. 

Reaching the conference hall, he was greeted by the sight of a large projector screen, rows of chairs, and an air of quiet anticipation. 

The room was empty except for one thing—a laptop and bag sitting on a chair across from where he decided to sit.

"Looks like someone's here before me," Samaksh muttered to himself with a smile.

As he sat down, the door to the hall swung open, and in walked Harshvardhan Pratap Singh, the owner of Paradise Group, along with another man.

Samaksh immediately stood up from his chair, feeling a rush of respect. 

Harshvardhan was someone he had always admired—his business acumen, his humble nature, and the respect he commanded in the industry were things Samaksh had always aspired to.

With a polite smile, Samaksh greeted him, "Good morning, sir."

Harshvardhan smiled warmly and extended his hand for a handshake. "What's your name, young man?"

"Samaksh Jaiswal," he replied as he shook his hand.

Harshvardhan's brow furrowed for a second before he asked, "Jaiswal? Are you Rajesh Jaiswal's son?"

Samaksh nodded. "Yes, sir."

Harshvardhan's expression changed from one of curiosity to warmth. "Then no need for a handshake, young man," he said with a grin. "Come, give me a hug. You're like a son to me."

Samaksh was taken aback by the unexpected warmth, but he quickly reciprocated the hug.

It felt reassuring, like being embraced by an elder who truly cared. 

He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being acknowledged by someone of Harshvardhan's stature.

"Your father is a good friend of mine," Harshvardhan said, pulling back from the hug. "Seeing you here, I can tell you've inherited his work ethic. You're very hardworking."

"It's my honor to receive a compliment from you, sir," Samaksh replied, genuinely touched.

Harshvardhan chuckled and gestured to the man beside him. "Meet my elder son, Yashvardhan Pratap Singh."