ONGOING + EDITING
𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
Bow to the queen before speaking ~
A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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I sat curled into the living room sofa, a quiet corner of calm for once, sipping tea and flipping through the business section of the newspaper.
The headlines were predictable. Market shifts, diplomatic tensions, another startup crash.
I circled one article with a pen, noting it for later, when my mobile phone tinged with a notification.
Picking up the phone from the table, a smile formed on my lips.
I tapped on the voice notes Ruvit sent me, his voice deep and teasing.
“Jaan,” I squealed as if he was standing right in front of me, “I’m begging you to let me breathe you in.”
I didn’t realise when I started blushing.
Dark thoughts covered my brain, when familiar footsteps padded in behind me.
“Hey, kiddo.”
Reforming myself, I smiled without looking up, “Hey, bhaiya.”
Vinayak bhaiya dropped onto the couch beside me like gravity owed him a favor.
When I turned in his direction, he looked worn out. Not physically, just that faint fraying around the eyes people try to hide with smiles.
“Meeting?” I asked knowingly, lowering the phone.
He groaned, flopping his head back against the cushion, “You have no idea. Two hours of straight chaos. People arguing over percentages like their life depends on it.”
I chuckled, taking another sip of tea, “That’s because their life does depend on it.”
He tilted his head, smiling faintly, “Fair.”
I waited while he pulled himself together.
Eventually, he started recounting the highlights—profit margins, product timelines, brand projections.
Agarwal Industries, no doubt has its name established since my grandfather’s era, bhaiya’s innovation and hardwork can’t be ignored.
He made sure it remained the way our grandfather wanted, despite new trends and skills.
I listened, nodding at the right moments, adding a thought here and there.
We’d always had this rhythm since childhood—he spoke, I decoded.
Our passion for business has always been fire. But today, something was off.
His words were steady, but his eyes weren’t. They kept darting—toward the window, toward the carpet, anywhere but mine.
When he paused to take a breath, I asked quietly, “Bhaiya, is everything okay?”
His gaze snapped to me, and for a heartbeat, I saw something unguarded flash in his eyes.
