The sky outside was ashen, clouds hanging heavy like an omen.
But the storm that brewed inside the Rajvansh Global headquarters was far fiercer.
Inside the topmost floor of the high-rise, Atharv Rajvansh stood before the long mahogany desk of his office - a figure carved from rage itself.
His jaw was clenched, cheekbones tight under skin pulled taut with fury.
The air around him crackled with restrained violence.
The head of Cybersecurity stood a few feet away, eyes lowered, shoulders slightly hunched, as if trying to make himself smaller under Atharv's scorching gaze.
Atharv's voice sliced through the silence like a knife.
"I keep incompetent people in jobs" His tone was icily precise, dangerously quiet.
"Why are they here, if not to protect our cyber systems? How the hell did someone breach our servers?"
The man stammered slightly, gathering courage, but even his voice wavered.
"Sir, it was an international cyberattack. Over fifty of the top countries faced it too. It's-"
"I don't care," Atharv cut him off, stepping forward, each stride measured and slow - like a predator circling.
His glare could have frozen fire.
"I don't care if the whole goddamn world was hacked. I care that Rajvansh Corp got hacked. I care that our ABC project - a billion-dollar asset - was compromised."
The silence following his words was suffocating.
"You have forty-eight hours," Atharv said, each syllable hard and heavy.
"Fix it. Or tell the entire department to resign."
The man bowed his head further.
"Yes, sir," he murmured before walking out, steps quick, almost desperate to escape the inferno that was Atharv's wrath.
Atharv turned sharply, veins visible on his temples.
He rubbed a hand across his forehead before focusing on Rachit, who stood to the side like a silent shadow.
"Call the ABC Project team to the conference room."
His voice had cooled slightly but held an edge.
"Every design, every wireframe, every goddamn draft needs to be built again. We stick to the original deadline. No excuses."
Rachit nodded, keeping his expression neutral.
"Yes, boss."
Atharv turned toward the wide glass window, watching the clouds outside swirl above Mumbai's skyline.
His reflection in the glass looked as stormy as the sky beyond - a man fighting wars in boardrooms, in codes, in shadows.
The empire he built couldn't afford cracks.
And certainly not failures.
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Beneath The Storm (Completed)
RomanceIn the opulent world where wealth and power reign supreme, Atharv Rajvansh stands as an untouchable force, his cold perfection masking a storm of hidden vulnerabilities. Enter Inaara Sharma, a kind-hearted soul whose old-fashioned charm and quiet s...
