'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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AUTHOR'S POV :
Ishan’s eyes instantly shot toward Siddharth, as if needing to confirm that what he’d just heard was real. Siddharth only gave a slow, grave nod.
Ishan’s body went rigid. For a moment, the air in the room felt charged, dense with something dark and electric. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his hands curling into fists. But it wasn’t just shock that carved itself across his features, there was something far more dangerous beneath it.
Rage. Fury. A wrath so deep it threatened to devour everything in its path. His grey eyes burned like a storm barely contained.
Siddharth felt it too. He could see the devastation brewing in those eyes, a storm that, once unleashed, could lay waste to anything or anyone standing in its way.
“By the way you described things, the person seems connected to all of us. I know someone like that…and I’m pretty sure he’s behind everything,” Siddharth said, his tone firm, filled with a confidence that left no room for doubt.
Ishan felt his pulse quicken, a hot wave of anger rising in his chest.
“Who?” he muttered through clenched teeth, his hands tightening, a vein throbbing at his temple, clear signs that someone was about to pay.
Siddharth exhaled heavily, the weight of his words already pressing down on him. He looked at Ishan, his voice steady but laced with deep frustration. “Rohit. Rohit Mehra.”
The name was like a spark thrown into oil. Ishan’s blood boiled instantly. His fury was so palpable it felt as though it could split his veins open. His eyes turned red, the fire of betrayal and hatred flickering dangerously between them.
“He made the biggest mistake of his life,” Ishan growled, his voice low and venomous. “By taking this business rivalry to such a personal level, he signed his own death warrant.”
“Business rivals?” Siddharth’s brows knitted together in confusion.
“Yeah,” Ishan met his gaze, his tone heavy with restrained bitterness. “I refused to sign a deal with him. That’s why he kidnapped Aadhriti on the day of our engagement.”
Ishan slammed his fist onto the armrest of the couch, the sound echoing through the tense silence.
“What?” Siddharth stared at him, disbelief clouding his expression.
