Manik: "Life doesn't come with choices; it comes with responsibilities. You live it on your terms or get buried under someone else's."
Nandini: "Love is a word people use too lightly, a hollow promise made to be broken. I've never believed in it, an...
The real challenge isn't managing a corporation; it’s managing what’s happening inside me.
The sun barely crept over the city skyline as Manik Malhotra stirred awake. The soft chime of his alarm broke the quiet of the early morning. He reached over to silence it, stretching as he glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was only 6:00 AM, but his schedule demanded it.
Manik slipped out of bed, making his way to the large, gleaming bathroom attached to his master bedroom. The warm water helped shake off the last traces of sleep, preparing him for the long day ahead. Every movement was methodical, efficient—a quality that was ingrained in him as the CEO of Malhotra Industries.
He gave himself a quick look in the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. He ran a hand through his dark hair, styling it back with practiced ease.
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The dining room was already set, and Raj Malhotra, his father, was seated with a newspaper in hand, his brow furrowed as he skimmed through the headlines. Neyonika, his mother, was pouring fresh orange juice into his glass when she spotted him.
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"Morning, Manik," she greeted with a warm smile, offering him his usual—a plate of toast, eggs, and a side of fruit.
"Morning, Mom," he replied, pulling a chair beside her and glancing at his father, who gave him a nod of acknowledgment. Raj set down his paper briefly, his gaze sharp and inquisitive as always.
