The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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The conference room, floor-to ceiling windows bathed the sleek space in sunlight. The golden nameplate market every executive seat and the air buzzed with quiet anticipation and tension.
The woman at the head of the long marble table, however, sat still- serene, composed, and distant.
"Let's begin." Maheer said with voice like glass- smooth, and cold.
Xavier was instantly sprang to his feet, he looked into his digital tab and pronounce, "The Rajput Industries."
A subtle shift moved through the room. Gazes turned to the eldest brother, Atharyu Singh Rajput. He sat their dressed in crisp black formals.
He exuded power like it was embedded in his DNA. Atahryu's eyes, locked with Maheer's seeking something, Anything.
But she blinked slowly. Impassive.
"Our offer includes: Twenty year full-scale partnership with revenue sharing, total brand autonomy, sustainability integration, and localized culinary bridges. No dilution. No corporate interference. Only Exponential expansion."
Maheer nodded slightly, as she listened carefully.
"And if trust needs reinforcement," Atharyu concluded, his voice now lower, "Know this, Rajput Empire protects its own. No one else will stand between your vision and your power, Ma— Ms Rose."
The slip was subtle but intentional.
But Maheer knows it too well, her ex-brothers are manipulators especially the eldest.
Maheer's brow arched ever so slightly. But she said nothing.
"Veeransh Rai Singh, Textile mogul and hotelier" Xavier announced and everyone's gaze shifted to him. Tall, dressed in navy blue tailored three- piece suit, he is the definition of wealth, power and effortless charm. His presence and confident aura, suggest he owned not just the room but gravity.
Whenever his eyes lay on Maheer, something shifted. His casual arrogance melted into something quieter, almost reverent
"My proposal is simple. I don't just bring financial backing. I bring textile expertise to infuse a theme of Indian authenticity into the restaurant interior— Cultural storytelling, but make it luxurious. We will recreate the dinning expertise as an art form. We will build spaces that don't just feed people but give them memories. Imagine restaurants themed like living galleries. We'll use regional fabrics from my textile houses, sustainable local wood, handwoven art, and immersive dining experience. Rosier won't just be a name. It'll be a myth"
As Veeransh was showing the references on projector, his face now turn to her, "And Scarlet, you do know I've always been good at preserving rare things"
Atharyu shifted in his seat. So did others. Kabeer muttered under his breath, "Bastard."
