Chapter : 23

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Mr. Sharma sat in his dimly lit study, the silence pressing in on him like a vise. His hands trembled slightly as he sipped his drink, the bitter liquid doing little to calm his frayed nerves. The events of the past few days had left him in a state of constant agitation. Ananya had been a thorn in his side for too long, and now, it seemed, she was only growing stronger. Every plan he concocted, every move he made, she countered effortlessly. It was infuriating.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. He frowned, already irritated. "What is it?" he barked.

The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Sharma standing hesitantly in the doorway. She was holding a small parcel in her hands. "I… I brought you this," she said softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Mr. Sharma barely glanced at her, his mind too consumed with his frustrations. "Yes, yes, put it there and leave me alone," he snapped, waving a dismissive hand.

Mrs. Sharma hesitated, her face falling at his harsh tone. "Are you okay?" she ventured, her concern genuine despite the coldness in his eyes.

He looked at her, a sneer curling his lips. "What do you think you can do if I'm not? You're useless here, just like always. Now get out of my sight."

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she knew better than to argue. Silently, she placed the parcel on his desk and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Mr. Sharma ignored her departure, his focus shifting to the parcel she had brought. It was an unremarkable package, but the fact that it was addressed to him personally piqued his curiosity. With a sigh, he tore open the wrapping, revealing a stack of papers inside.

As his eyes skimmed the first page, the color drained from his face. The bold letters at the top of the document sent a jolt of shock through his system. It was a legal document, one that he had never expected to see—ownership papers for Sharma Industries.

His breath hitched as he read the name on the document: Ananya Sharma.

The room seemed to spin around him as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Sole owner? How could this be? Ananya had never known the ownership paper of the company, and he had always made sure she believed that it was securely in his name. How had she managed to do this?

His mind raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Had Ananya discovered the truth about Sharma Industries? Had she somehow maneuvered behind his back to wrest control from him? But how could she have done it without him knowing?

"No, this can't be happening," he muttered, his voice hoarse with panic. "She doesn't even know about these papers… unless… unless she does."

He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in his haste. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of fear and anger. If Ananya knew about the ownership, did she also know about the other secrets he had so carefully hidden? Did she know about the deals he had made, the people he had betrayed?

He stumbled back to his desk, his hands shaking as he rifled through the papers, searching for some clue, some explanation. But there was nothing. Just the cold, hard fact staring back at him: Ananya Sharma is the sole owner of Sharma Industries.

"This isn't possible… it can't be," he whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. But no matter how many times he read the document, the reality refused to change. His power, his control over the company, was gone. Ananya had taken it all.

"But how?" he demanded, his voice rising in frustration. "How did she find out? Who helped her?"

His mind flickered to the possibility of a leak, someone from within his own circle betraying him. But who? Everyone under his employ was either too loyal or too terrified to cross him. And yet, someone had sent this parcel, someone had exposed him.

A sudden thought struck him, sending a fresh wave of terror through his veins. If Ananya knows about the ownership… then she might also know about…

He couldn't even finish the thought. The implications were too terrifying. If Ananya knew about the darker side of Sharma Industries, the side he had worked so hard to keep hidden, it would be his downfall. She would have everything she needed to ruin him completely.

"No," he whispered, his voice trembling. "No, she can't know. She can't."

But the fear gnawed at him, relentless and unyielding. He had underestimated Ananya before, and now it seemed he had paid the price. She had outmaneuvered him, and now, she held all the cards.

Just then, the door to his study creaked open again, and Mrs. Sharma peeked in, her eyes still red from earlier. "Is everything alright?" she asked cautiously, noting the disarray in the room.

Mr. Sharma glared at her, his eyes wild with panic. "Get out!" he roared, his voice cracking with hysteria. "Get out and leave me alone!"

Mrs. Sharma flinched, but she nodded quickly and retreated, closing the door behind her once more. Alone in his study, Mr. Sharma collapsed into his chair, his head in his hands.

"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself, his mind racing. "What the hell am I going to do?"

He knew he had to act fast. If Ananya truly knew everything, he had to find a way to neutralize her before she could use that information against him. But how? What could he possibly do to stop her now that she held the ownership of the company?

For the first time in his life, Mr. Sharma felt utterly powerless. And the realization that his fate was now in Ananya's hands filled him with a fear unlike anything he had ever known.

Mr. Sharma sat at his desk, the walls of his study seeming to close in on him. The air felt thick and suffocating, each breath coming harder than the last. His mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and fear, unable to escape the crushing weight of the revelation. He clutched the ownership papers tightly, his knuckles whitening with the strain.

His thoughts raced uncontrollably. For how long has Ananya known that the company was always hers? he wondered. Did she discover this recently, or has she been aware of it for some time? And if she knows, does she know about everything else? About the deals, the betrayals, the illegal activities?

His chest tightened, the room spinning around him. Does she want to ruin me and Dhiraj because she’s known all along? The realization was like a cold, sharp blade piercing his heart. Is that why she’s been so relentless? Why she’s been countering every move I make?

Panic surged through him, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. His mind was a blur of fearful thoughts and hopeless scenarios. What if she exposes everything? What if she reveals all the dirt I've carefully hidden away? The idea was paralyzing. Ananya had always been a formidable opponent, but now she seemed to hold the ultimate weapon against him.

Mr. Sharma’s hands shook uncontrollably as he tried to steady his breathing. The anxiety was overwhelming, each breath coming in short, shallow bursts. How can I fix this? he wondered desperately. What can I do now that she has this information? How can I possibly fight back?

He slumped back in his chair, his head spinning with the weight of his fears. I’m running out of time. Ananya will destroy everything. My reputation, my empire, my very life. The thought was like a hammer striking his chest, leaving him gasping for air.

The room felt unbearably hot, the oppressive heat adding to his discomfort. His vision blurred as his thoughts spiraled further into panic. Is this the end? Is this how it all falls apart?

He stumbled to his feet, his legs unsteady beneath him. He paced the room, trying to calm himself, but the anxiety was relentless. There must be a way out. There has to be something I can do. But even as he searched for solutions, his mind offered no respite, only a growing sense of dread.

I need to get control of this situation. I need to act before it’s too late. But the more he thought about it, the more overwhelming the task seemed. What if it’s already too late? What if Ananya has already won?

Desperation clawed at him as he stumbled back to his desk, trying to focus on the documents in front of him. He needed a plan, a strategy to turn the tide, but his mind was a chaotic mess of fear and anxiety. The papers seemed to mock him with their cold, undeniable truth.

As the minutes ticked by, Mr. Sharma’s anxiety reached a fever pitch. He felt like he was drowning in his own panic, each breath coming harder and harder to take. The realization that Ananya held the upper hand was almost too much to bear.

The sound of his own breathing grew louder in his ears, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. He sank into his chair, his face buried in his hands. The room felt like it was closing in on him, the walls pressing in with the weight of his fear.

I can’t let this be the end, he thought desperately. I need to find a way to fight back, to regain control. But how? His mind was a whirlwind of panic and frustration, and he struggled to find any semblance of clarity amidst the chaos.

As he sat there, overwhelmed and paralyzed, the door to his study creaked open once more. Mrs. Sharma peeked in, her face filled with concern. She took one look at her husband’s distraught state and stepped inside.

“Are you alright?” she asked gently, her voice tinged with worry.

Mr. Sharma looked up at her, his eyes wild with fear. “No,” he croaked, his voice barely audible. “I’m not alright. Ananya knows everything. She’s going to destroy me.”

Mrs. Sharma’s eyes widened with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The company,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “She has the papers. She knows the truth. And if she knows, she’ll expose everything. I’m finished.”

Mrs. Sharma’s eyes widened in shock, fear reflecting from her eyes, but she could only offer so much comfort. “We need to figure out a plan, then. There must be something we can do.”

Mr. Sharma shook his head, his mind still clouded with panic. “I don’t know if there’s time. She’s already ahead of us. I’ve been outmaneuvered.”

He stared at the papers on his desk, the weight of his situation crashing down on him. His breathing was still ragged, his anxiety consuming him. He felt utterly helpless, and the thought of facing Ananya’s wrath was almost more than he could bear.

The silence in the room was thick with tension, each tick of the clock a reminder of the mounting pressure. Mr. Sharma’s fears were all-consuming, and the realization that his fate was now in Ananya’s hands left him feeling utterly defeated.

In his darkest moments, Mr. Sharma could only hope for a miracle, a way to turn the tide and salvage what little he had left. But as he sat there, paralyzed by his own fear, the chances of redemption seemed increasingly slim.

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