The Billionaire's Embrace

The Roar of the Raichands

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The Raichand mansion stood as a testament to their legacy, a symbol of power and prestige. Its regal structure loomed over the sprawling grounds, casting long shadows as the afternoon sun reached its zenith. It was the day of the press conference, and inside the grand hall, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Every corner of the room seemed to hum with anticipation.

The Raichands, seated like royalty upon the stage, exuded an aura of calm, but beneath the surface, emotions churned. Atharva sat at the center, his expression carefully neutral, though his sharp eyes betrayed the storm brewing within him. To his right sat Adhiraj, the patriarch of the family, whose dignified calm only thinly veiled his rage. Ayaan, the youngest of the Raichand brothers, leaned forward slightly in his chair, his body language taut with barely concealed aggression. Aradhya, seated next to Atharva, held Aarav close, her arms protectively around their son as she cast nervous glances toward the family. Aarav, nestled in her lap, clung to her, sensing the unease in the room, his large eyes flickering between his mother and father.

The clock struck noon, and with it, the doors to the hall swung open. The press swarmed in, camera flashes lighting up the room like a cascade of lightning. The cacophony of reporters settling into their positions filled the air. Some whispered hurriedly, others exchanged excited glances as if they were about to witness the Raichands brought down from their pedestal. Atharva's lips pressed into a thin line. He knew what they were thinking—he could almost hear the words before they were spoken. The Raichands, who ruled their empire with an iron fist, now stood on the precipice of scandal.

Atharva cast a brief glance at Adhiraj, who gave him a slight nod. It was a silent pact between father and son: they would handle this with dignity, address the rumors with the truth, and walk away unscathed. At least, that was the plan.

Atharva leaned forward and spoke into the microphone, his deep voice commanding immediate attention. "Thank you all for being here today. We have called this press conference to clarify certain rumors circulating in the media about my family and my son, Aarav."

The room went still, all eyes and cameras trained on him. His voice was steady, but beneath it simmered a barely contained fury.

"As many of you are aware, there have been questions about Aarav's parentage," Atharva continued. "It is time to set the record straight. Aarav is—"

"Not your biological son, right, Mr. Raichand?" a voice from the crowd interrupted sharply. It was a reporter from one of the more notorious tabloids, her tone dripping with venom.

Atharva paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Aarav is my son," he replied firmly, his gaze locking with the reporter's. "Anything else does no ---."

The room buzzed with murmurs, but the press was relentless. Another reporter stood, a man with a smug smile. "So, you're admitting that Aarav is your son, but what about Aradhya, Aarav's mother? Aradhya is not your wife, we know that. Is she just the mother of your illegitimate child? How does that fit into the Raichand family's pristine reputation?"

At that, Aradhya flinched, her heart pounding. She tightened her grip on Aarav, her knuckles white from the pressure. Atharva sensed her distress and his fury flared. His fingers curled around the armrest, his knuckles turning white, but his voice remained steady, though ice-cold. "I suggest you tread carefully," he warned, his eyes flashing dangerously.

The reporter, emboldened by the moment, ignored the warning. "Careful, Mr. Raichand. The public deserves to know the truth. Isn't Aradhya just your mistress? And Aarav, your bastard son?"

The words hung in the air like poison, infecting the room with malicious energy. There was a collective intake of breath, the atmosphere suddenly electric. Aradhya's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to steady herself. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to show weakness in front of these vultures.