As Sathi woke up in the morning, she instantly remembered last night when she had almost died.
She held her heart as she got out of bed and called to one of the maids, "Make my bed."
After getting dressed in a white formal suit that made her look elegant, she went downstairs. Her father was at the breakfast table, eating sliced apples and watching the news about her engagement.
She glanced at the TV and shook her head. "Good morning, Dad," she said as she walked to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table.
Her dad turned to her. "Morning, Sathi. Have your breakfast, come on," he said, smiling as she sat beside him. He gently brushed her head. "Don’t stress yourself too much."
She nodded while eating her pancakes. "Yes. I won’t." One of the maids brought her an almond milkshake, and she quickly signaled to the maid. "Dad's tea."
Her dad chuckled. "It's okay, dear." The maid quickly served Mr. Singhania his tea.
Her dad looked at her and said, "Tonight, Abhinav will join us for dinner." Her face fell slightly. "Okay," she responded without much reaction.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"Of course, Dad," she said, forcing a smile.
After breakfast, Sathi reminded her dad to take his blood pressure medicine. Her dad smiled and nodded. He loved how much his daughter cared for him but didn’t want her to worry all the time.
Sathi took the elevator down from the penthouse, letting out a deep sigh. She couldn’t stop thinking about how close she came to dying last night. If her hand had slipped, who would take care of her dad? She clasped her hands and whispered a quick prayer.
“Please give me strength, Madhav,” she said softly.
Outside, a shiny Rolls-Royce waited for her. As she approached the car, a young man stepped out. He was tall, about 6 feet, with glasses and a muscular build.
“Good morning, Miss Sathi,” he said, giving a slight bow.
“Good morning, Rushabh,” she replied with a small smile as he opened the car door for her. She got in, and he took his seat behind the wheel.
“Miss Sathi, today your schedule includes a board meeting at 10 a.m., a lunch meeting with the investors at 1 p.m., and reviewing the new project reports at 3 p.m.,” Rushabh said.
Sathi looked out the window and sighed. “Fine. There’s extra work today,” she muttered.
Rushabh nodded and drove towards Singhania Enterprises.
Sathi Singhania—the only daughter of Divaan Singhania and the late Asha Singhania—was a formidable figure in Manali. She had lost her mother to leukemia at the age of sixteen, a blow that hardened her resolve and fueled her ambition. From then on, she threw herself into her studies, taking every opportunity to enhance her skills. By twenty, she had launched her own startup, achieving success that made waves in the business world.
Her rapid rise sparked envy among many, especially Sanskar Raheja—a rival entrepreneur who had made his mark at the age of twenty-two. The fact that Sathi was not only successful but younger than him stoked a fire of resentment within him.
In his office, Sanskar sat in his black shirt, perfectly tailored, glaring at the news channel blaring updates about Sathi’s upcoming wedding.
“So what if she’s getting married? This media obsession is ridiculous,” he muttered angrily, slamming his hand on the desk. The screen flickered as he turned it off, the silence amplifying his frustration. He loosened his tie and exhaled deeply, trying to regain control.
His hazel eyes swept across the pristine office, the sharp lines of the room doing little to soothe his turmoil. One lone tear slipped down his cheek, a testament to the simmering frustration he kept buried.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
“Sanskar sir, your meeting is about to start,” a voice informed him.
He opened his eyes, steeling himself. “Thank you,” he said curtly. As the assistant left, he adjusted the buttons on his sleeves, wiped his face, and took a deep breath before stepping out.
As Sanskar walked into the meeting room, he noticed all the shareholders were already there. They greeted him, and he greeted them back. Taking his seat, he spoke about the project, but soon noticed the shareholders looking disappointed and uninterested.
He paused and asked, “Is there a problem?”
A chubby shareholder spoke up, “Actually, we’re not interested in this plan anymore. We’ve decided to join another project.”
Sanskar’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry? Why?”
An older shareholder added, “This project won’t bring us enough profit.”
Sanskar rubbed the back of his neck and tried to stay calm. “You know you can still contribute your own ideas to improve this plan, right?”
But everyone replied at once, “We’re not interested anymore.”
The chubby man said, “We’re joining another plan.”
Sanskar kept his voice steady and asked, “Which plan?”
“We’re joining Singhania Enterprises. Miss Sathi gave us an amazing deal,” said the older shareholder.
A realization hit Sanskar, and he forced a smile.
After the failed meeting, he returned to his cabin. His anger boiled as he looked out the window. “Singhania!” he shouted.
Just then, his phone rang, showing ‘Singhania’ on the screen. He didn’t want to answer but did anyway.
A soft, mocking voice greeted him. “Did you like my surprise, honey?” Sathi’s gentle laugh followed. “I’m sure you did.”
“Taking revenge, huh?” he said, his voice tense.
Her voice stayed sweet. “Why not? Remember, we’re playing the same game. The difference is I play to win, and you play to destroy.”
“I will sue you, Sathi,” he threatened.
“I’ll be waiting,” she replied calmly, and then hung up.
He slammed the phone down, his rage reaching its peak.
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