Sorry but not sorry for the late update. You guys don't comment properly neither like. It's so demotivating for me. After hectic life schedule, we Author's posts but nothing you people can't even vote!
I know I also give late updates and stretching the book but for you all I stopped posting in one book and again started from scratch of this book. I thought, maybe you all are getting bored as the book is so big but no.... Still you all are same. 😮💨
Happy Reading
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[M R Mansion]
"Ma'am, Rishabh Sherawat is going to sign the deal in a week," Tia informed over the call.
"Hmm," came Ishana's calm response.
"But I still don't know the venue. I need a little more time."
Ishana chuckled softly, her voice laced with confidence. "Don't worry. He himself will tell us about it."
Tia blinked, confused. "Huh? But why would he, Ma'am?" For a moment, she really thought Ishana had lost her mind. Why would Rishabh Sherawat reveal such a thing to the Mahajans?
"He's a dog, Tia. A dog who loves to show off. He craves attention. Wants the world to applaud his every move," Ishana said, leaning casually against a pillar, her eyes softening as they fell on Kshitij — who was quarreling with Raj while sitting on Meera's lap.
"This is his dream project. And trust me... he'll want the entire corporate world to know that he defeated the Bedis and the Mahajans — his biggest rivals," she added with a quiet chuckle.
"Just do what I asked you to do."
"Sure, Ma'am," Tia responded before ending the call.
Ishana let out a deep sigh, her gaze shifting towards the window of her room. Her voice dropped to a cold whisper.
"I told you to kill me... but your bullet missed its target, Sherawat," she muttered, clicking her tongue.
Her lips curled into a slow, cruel smirk.
"No worries... I warned you — touch anyone close to me, and I'll pay you back... with interest."
Her dark eyes glinted with revenge.
"It's payback time, Sherawat," Ishana whispered with a chuckle, leaning against the window frame — ready for war.
Mahajan Mansion — Terrace
Everyone was sitting on the terrace, enjoying the cool breeze — everyone except Ishana and Yug.
Yug was still stuck at work, and Ishana hadn’t stepped out of her room yet, busy with something.
