Clashes

After the Meeting

Ridhima confidently signed the final document, securing 20% shares for Rajawat Tea Industries. The room buzzed with murmurs of admiration and surprise at her decisive move. Veer's expression remained stoic, but his clenched fists revealed his frustration.

As the meeting adjourned, executives filed out, their conversations fading into the grand hallways of the hotel.

Ridhima walked toward the elevator, her poise unwavering. Just as the doors were about to close, Veer Arora entered the lift, his commanding presence filling the space.

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. The soft hum of the elevator was the only sound until Veer broke the silence.

Veer: "That decision you made back there — not a wise move."

Ridhima turned her head slightly, her expression composed yet sharp.

Ridhima: "Is that so? And why is that, Mr. Arora?"

Veer's gaze was intense, his voice low but firm.

Veer: "You're stretching your resources thin by taking that much share. It's risky for your company."

Ridhima's lips curved into a slight smirk.

Ridhima: "Coming from the man who just hinted at wanting extra shares, despite already owning 30%?"

Veer's brows furrowed as he processed her words.

Veer (coldly): "Business isn't just about greed; it's about strategy."

Ridhima (calmly): "Exactly. And my strategy works for me, even if it doesn't sit well with you."

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the lobby. The doors slid open, but neither moved immediately.

Veer: "Just remember — every decision has consequences."

Ridhima stepped out gracefully, her voice steady as she glanced back at him.

Ridhima: "I'm always prepared for them."

Veer watched her walk away, his eyes narrowing. One thing was clear — Ridhima Rajawat wasn't someone who could be easily intimidated. And Veer Arora didn't back down from a challenge.

Later That Evening

Veer's SUV smoothly pulled into the grand driveway of Arora Mansion, its sleek silhouette gleaming under the fading evening light. The gates closed behind him as he stepped out, still wearing the weight of the day on his shoulders.

As he entered the expansive living room, his mother, Aarti Arora, greeted him with a warm smile from the dining area.

Aarti: "Veer, go wash up and freshen yourself. Dinner's almost ready."

Veer nodded silently, his mind elsewhere. He made his way upstairs to his private suite, the tension from the business meeting lingering in his thoughts.

Stripping off his suit, he stepped into the shower. The cold water washed over his taut muscles, but it did nothing to cool the fire in his thoughts.

Ridhima Rajawat.

Her name echoed in his mind, accompanied by flashes of her composed expression and the confident way she had spoken during the meeting. Her calm, collected demeanor mirrored his own — poised, decisive, and commanding.

Veer (thinking): "She's the same as me... but in a different form."

The realization unsettled him.

He leaned his head back under the stream of water, a rare smirk forming on his lips.

Veer (thinking): "But that's not good for me. Not at all."

Her elegance, the aura she carried — it was magnetic, almost dangerous. He knew that someone who held that much power in presence could either be an ally or a formidable rival. And Veer Arora didn't believe in sharing control.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stood by the mirror, his reflection staring back with steely determination.

One thing was certain — Ridhima Rajawat was a complication he hadn't anticipated, but one he couldn't ignore.

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