In the heart of the city, the 20th floor of an opulent glass building shimmered under the afternoon sun.
It was the headquarters of the Chauhan Group of Companies, and at the very top, in the corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows, was the lavish cabin of its CEO, Dhanush Chauhan.
The office screamed success-leather-bound books lined one wall, an expensive espresso machine hummed quietly on the side, and modern art pieces dotted the room.
But in stark contrast to the elegance around him, the man of the hour was sprawled on a plush sofa, scrolling mindlessly through reels on his phone.
His legs were lazily draped over the armrest, a can of Coke beside him, and a bowl of potato chips balanced precariously on his chest.
Each crunch echoed through the quiet room.
Lost in a particularly absurd reel, Dhanush chuckled, sending a few chips tumbling onto the pristine floor.
He muttered, "People have way too much time on their hands," while continuing to scroll.
Just then, his phone buzzed, startling him from his digital daze.
He glanced at the screen, and his relaxed grin disappeared. The word "Home Minister" flashed.
Not the literal one, of course, but something far more terrifying-his mother, Riya Chauhan.
Sighing, he swiped to answer. "Yes, Maa?"
Riya's voice, sharp and commanding, came through before he could even exhale. "Tu reels dekh raha tha, na?"
Dhanush's eyes widened in disbelief.
How did she know?
He hadn't posted anything, nor was he loud enough for anyone to notice.
Every time.
Every single time, his mother somehow knew.
Was she... a vampire?
He chuckled nervously, recalling the last time he had dared ask her that, only to have a rolling pin (belan) hurled at his head.
That was months ago, and he hadn't dared to ask any 'stupid' questions since.
"Kaha kho gaya? Mars pe chala gaya kya?" her voice snapped him back to reality.
"Nahi, Maa, abhi ke liye toh earth pe hi hoon," he muttered sheepishly, sitting up straight as if she could see his slouch.
"Good. Toh jaldi se kaam khatam karo aur ghar aao," Riya commanded.
"Kyun?" he asked, already sensing something was up.
"Shaadi mein jaana hai," she said, casually.
He frowned. "Kis ki shaadi, Maa?"
"Arre, teri shaadi," she deadpanned.
Dhanush almost choked on his chips. "Wow, Mummy, you really need an upgrade in your sense of humor," he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, and come home. We need to attend the Gujral wedding tonight."
"Fine, I'll be home early. Aur kuch?" he asked, hoping to end the call quickly and return to his reels.
"Haan," she added, without missing a beat. "Aate hue na dhaniya lete aana."
"Ma, seriously? Main kya sabzi wala lagta hoon?" he whined, exasperated.
"Beta, lagta toh tu CEO bhi nahi hai, lekin hai na," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
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