The large, polished doors swung open. A man in a tailored black suit strode into the room. He stopped mid-step, his gaze landing on the junior manager standing nervously with a stack of documents in his trembling hands.
He sat down on his leathered chair and forwarded his hand. The manager came forward and handed him a file with trembling hands.
The man opened the file slowly, his expression unreadable. He flipped through the pages, his sharp eyes scanning every detail with a cold focus.
He paused, glanced at his laptop, and began typing. Only the sound of the keyboard clicking and the turning of pages filled the room.
The manager stood nearby, sweating despite the cool air from the AC. His hands shook slightly, and he dared not make a sound.
Another page turned. The man's finger paused on a line, his eyes narrowing just a little. He didn't say anything, but his silence was worse than words.
The manager swallowed hard, hoping for a miracle, but he knew it was only a matter of time before his mistake was found.
"Is this how the work is done?" The man finally broke his silence.
The manager gulped in fear and looked down on tile not able to bear the cold and intense gaze of the man.
"Am asking you something dammit. Is this how the work is done?" The man roared sensing the silence from the manager.
"Sor.....So.....sorry sir." The manager stuttered.
"Sorry, what the fuck do you mean by that shitty word? Will this sorry fix this fucking pages? Haa, Are you going to show this shitty presentation to the clients?" The man shouted throwing the file on the floor.
The manager flinched as the file hit the floor, papers scattering around.
His heart pounded, and he stammered, "S-sir, I... I didn't have... enough time..."
The man's eyes darkened, his voice low and dangerously calm. "Three days. I gave you three fucking days. And you think they weren't enough?"
The manager's face turned pale, his eyes darting to the floor. "I... I tried my best, sir, but there was... so much..."
"Your best? You think this pathetic excuse is what I expect from you? Do you realize how many clients we're dealing with here? And you show up with this half-assed work?" The man said pointing at the papers.
The manager's voice trembled as he spoke, "I-I'll fix it, sir... please, just give me another chance."
"Another chance?" The man scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you even understand how important this is? You had three days, and this is the garbage you bring me?"
"I'm... I'm sorry, sir," the manager whispered, unable to look up.
"Sorry?" The man's voice rose again, cold and furious. "Your sorry doesn't fix anything. I needed results, not apologies."
He took a step forward, glaring down at the manager. "If you can't handle this, then maybe you don't belong here. Now, pick up those papers, get your act together, and don't come back until it's perfect."
The manager nodded quickly, gathering the scattered papers with shaking hands, knowing this was his only chance to avoid the man's wrath.
The man let out a deep, frustrated sigh, rubbing his fingers and thumb against his forehead, trying to ease the tension building there. His jaw clenched tightly, and he paced back and forth in his cabin, barely able to hold back his anger.
After a few moments, he finally stopped, dropping into his chair with a heavy sigh. He placed both elbows on the desk, crossing his palms and resting his forehead against them. His eyes closed as he took a slow, deep breath, struggling to calm down.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and someone walked in without even knocking. The man's eyes shot up, his expression darkening instantly. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching tighter.
"What the fuck?" he roared, "Can't you knock and come in, asshole?"
The person looked at him and raised his eyebrows.
"What?" The man said while gritting his teeth.
"You say Mr. Rudra Raghuvanshi. What?" The person said.
"Shut the fuck up asshole. And say why have you came here." Rudra said rolling his eyes.
"My mom has given me a pretty nice name. I hope you remembered that I have a name famously known as Avyansh Singhania." The person said.
"Look, Avyansh, am not in the mood to joke now. I already have lost it all and now I don't wanna kick your ass and throw you out." Rudra said frustratedly.
"Oh so Mr. Fucked Up, can I know the reason behind your ass sized anger?" Avyansh asked before sitting on the chair infront of Rudra.
"No you can't. Now pick your ass up and leave." Rudra said and took a glass of water.
He gulped down the whole water in a go and kept the glass with a thud.
Avyansh leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms with a smirk.
"Oh, come on, Mr. Angry Ass. Spill it. What got you all fired up this time? Or are you just pissed at life?"
Rudra rolled his eyes, grinding his teeth.
"Why the hell do you even care, huh? You just waltz in here without knocking, crack stupid jokes, and now you think you're some damn therapist?"
"Therapist?" Avyansh chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Nah, I'd rather be a pain in your ass, just like you love being to everyone else."
Rudra shot him a deadly glare.
"You're testing me, Avyansh. Keep pushing, and I'll show you the door-personally. Don't think I won't."
Avyansh laughed, "Fine, fine. But honestly, man, maybe if you didn't scare off every damn person around you, they'd actually work right, instead of messing up and giving you all this shit to be mad about."
Rudra clenched his fists. "Says the one who does the same. And I don't need advice from a lazy bastard like you. Just shut up and get out before I make you regret it."
"Sure, big guy," Avyansh said with a smirk, getting up. "But next time, remember to chill a little. Your blood pressure must be through the damn roof. Wouldn't want you keeling over on us."
"Get lost, asshole," Rudra snapped, watching as Avyansh gave him a mocking salute before strolling out.
"Damm it. I have got myself crazy people around me." Rudra said taking a deep breath.
Rudra settled down back on his chair and started doing his work in his laptop.
Suddenly his phone rang.
"Hello. What the fuck? Get me the car now." Rudra roared and went out of his cabin.
Taking long steps he entered the lift and directly came out the company. He sat in his car and asked the driver to drive away.
After sometimes the car stopped.
"Sir hum pohoch gaye." The driver said awkwardly.
Rudra nodded and looked out of the window. He saw a Brothel. He fisted his hands in a tight grip making his knuckles turn white due to such force. Rudra took a deep breath to control his anger. He wore his sunglasses and opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door, a faint music came across his ears. Rudra shook his head and went inside. He saw a lady dressed in revealing saree counting money. When she noticed Rudra, she immediately moved her pallu a little to show her cleavage and moved towards him. But this angered Rudra more.
She stood infront of him and ran her finger from his face to his chest seductively.
"Are Yuvraj aapne aane ki takleef kyu ki? Aap ek order de dete, hum aapke ghar aa jaate." She said roaming her finger on his chest.
Rudra held her hand and twisted her finger making her scream in pain.
The music stopped and the other ladies were now looking at the drama with a shocking expression.
"Is haath se agar dobara mujhe chunne ki koshish ki toh kaat kar rakh dunga." Rudra said as his nose flared in anger.
The lady held her hand and hung her head down in shame.
"Maaf kijiye Yuvraj. Kahiye kya baat kai?" She asked in a polite tone.
"Neev Chauhan kaha hai?" Rudra asked in a dangerous tone.
"Uh... Umm... Woh kamre mein hai." The lady said in a stammering tone.
"Bhai" Rudra heard his brother's anxious voice.
He looked in the direction from where the voice came and saw Neev looking at him with a scared expression.
Neev's clothes and hairs were messed up indicating that he just had sex.
He rubbed his hand on his forehead and headed out of the brothel with Neev following him.
They both settled down in the car and the car drove off to Armaan's company.
As soon as they reached the company, Rudra left to his cabin with Neev following him.
"Lock the door." Rudra said as soon as he threw his phone on the couch.
He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch. While Neev locked the door.
As soon as Neev moved towards Rudra and stood infront of him, Rudra lifted his hand up and threw a harsh slap on Neev's face.
"Kya hai yeh sab?" Rudra asked looking straight at him.
"Bh...Bhai." He stammered.
"Humne pucha kya hai yeh sab?" Rudra roared making him flinch.
"Batao, Neev. Kya chal raha hai yahan?" Rudra again asked angrily.
"Bhai, woh... uh... kuch nahi..." Neev stammered with his head hung low.
"Kuch nahi? Tum wahan kyun the phir?" Rudra asked.
"Bhai, mujhe... uh... voh... ek..." Neev replied.
"Ek kya, Neev? Bolo!" Rudra asked.
"Bhai, mujhe... wah... wahaan aane ki zaroorat thi... kaam tha..."
"Kaam? Kaisa kaam?" Rudra asked.
"Bhai, voh... uh... business related..." Neev said.
"Kitni baar kaha hai tumse ki waha mat jaao. Is kaam ke liye Rajasthan aaye the tum. Haa? Putting your dick in different holes?" Rudra shouted grabbing his collars.
"So...sorry Bhai." Neev said.
"Kya sorry haa kya sorry. Mama-sa ne tumhe yaha business meeting attend karne ke liye bheja hai Hyderabad se. Aur tum yaha yeh sab kar rahe ho. Bloody bastard." Rudra shouted slapping his cheek hard.
Neev fell down on the floor as tears fell down his eyes.
"Aur upar se jhooth bol rahe ho ki client se milne aaye ho. Sharam nahi aati tumhe. Humara aur tumhare family ka naam badnaam kyu kar rahe ho? Kam se kam apne naam ka naa sahi apne naam ke peeche jo Chauhan laga hai uska toh lihaj kar liya kar." Rudra shouted again grabbing his collars and making him stand.
Rudra released Neev's collar and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"You think this is a joke, Neev? Running around in brothels, bedding with different girls, lying to me, and tarnishing the family name?" Rudra's voice was low but filled with intensity.
Neev remained silent, his head still hung low, unable to meet Rudra's gaze.
"I've worked hard to build our reputation, to establish ourselves as a force to be reckoned with in the business world. And you, you just throw it all away for some cheap thrill?" Rudra's disappointment was palpable.
"I-I didn't mean to, Bhai. It's just... things got out of hand," Neev finally managed to stutter out.
"Out of hand? Haath se nikal gaya toh brothel mein chale gaye. To make some woman let your bed get warm. Huh?" Rudra's tone sounded frustrated.
Neev stood there silently with tears still streaming down his face.
"I know you're capable of so much more, Neev. But you need to start making better choices. Our family's legacy is at stake here. Yeh sab accha nahi hai Neev. This Brothels and all are not good." Rudra said angrily.
"I-I'll do better, Bhai. I promise," Neev's voice was barely above a whisper.
Rudra sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to reign in his emotions.
"I'm warning you, Neev. Don't let me down," Rudra gaze held his brother's for a moment before turning back to his desk.
"Out." Rudra said with his back facing him.
He left the room as Rudra averted his gaze from him.
"Damn it. Damn this Brothels. Aaj mujhe esi jagah jaana pada jaha mai aaj tak kabhi nahi gaya aur nahi jaana chahta tha." Rudra said frustratedly and sat down on his chair.
Meanwhile Neev came out of the cabin and stood there. He turned back and looked at the door. He fisted his palms and turned back again. He wiped his tears harshly and moved away from there.
While he was walking in the corridor, he bumped into someone. Neev looked up and saw Agastya Rathore, Armaan's another best friend standing looking at him confusedly with his phone on his ear.
"Umm..... I will talk to you later." Agastya said and ended the call.
He kept his phone in his pocket and looked at Neev.
"What happened Neev?" Agastya asked seeing his tears drained face.
"N.... nothing Agastya Bhai." Neev replied and was about to move away but Agastya held his arms and made him stand back on his place.
Agastya looked closely at Neev, his brows furrowing in concern.
"Neev, why are you crying? What happened?"
Neev shook his head, trying to brush it off. "Nothing, Agastya Bhai. It's... it's just... I messed up."
Agastya sighed, gently placing a hand on Neev's shoulder. "Look, if something's wrong, tell me. Rudra must have scolded you again, right?"
Neev looked down, nodding slowly. "I made a mistake, Bhai. And Bhai... Rudra Bhai... he got really angry."
Agastya gave him a small smile. "You know Rudra. He gets mad, but he also cares about you. What did you do this time?"
Neev's shoulders slumped. "I... went somewhere I shouldn't have. I thought I could handle it, but Rudra bhai found out, and now he's mad at me."
Agastya let out a deep breath. "Neev, you need to be careful. Rudra has a lot on his mind, and he just wants to keep you safe. You know how he is."
Neev nodded, wiping his tears again. "I know, Agastya Bhai. I'll try to be better. I just don't want to disappoint him again."
Agastya gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We all make mistakes, Neev. Just learn from it and move on. Now, go wash up, and don't let Rudra see you like this."
Neev managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Agastya Bhai."
Agastya patted him on the back. "That's what brothers are for. Now go, before Rudra finds us both here."
Neev nodded, wiped his face quickly, and walked away. Agastya watched him go, then turned and walked straight to Rudra cabin.
He didn't knock. He just opened the door and went in.
"What the fuck?" Rudra yelled, glaring at him. "Can't you knock, Agastya?"
Agastya just shrugged. "Relax, Rudra. Thought you'd be used to it by now."
Rudra clenched his jaw. "I'm not in the mood for your jokes. Why are you here?"
Agastya took a seat across from him. "You really let Neev have it, didn't you?"
Rudra rolled his eyes. "He needed it. That idiot doesn't understand simple rules."
Agastya sighed. "Rudra, he's young. You don't need to go so hard on him every time."
Armaan narrowed his eyes. "So now you're here to lecture me, huh?"
Agastya raised his hands. "Not here to fight. Just saying, maybe try to talk to him without scaring him half to death."
Rudra crossed his arms. "You don't know the real him."
"What the fuck are saying by real him?" Agastya asked.
"That's none of your business for now. And what the fuck are you doing here. Don't you have any work?" Rudra asked.
"Bitch, I got tired rotating cameras. So thought to come here and rotate your ass." Agastya said and sat down on the chair.
"Stay away from Avyansh. You are being same as him. Useless, workless and idiot." Rudra said while focusing on the laptop screen.
"Oh shut up. Both of you are angry assholes. And you think of me and him being same." Agastya said and rolled his eyes.
Rudra glanced at Agastya, still typing on his laptop. "Why are you so free today, huh? Shouldn't you be busy?"
Agastya leaned back, stretching. "I need a break. Actually, I'm looking for a new actress for my next film. Haven't found the right one yet."
Rudra smirked. "So, you're just here to waste my time because you're bored?"
Agastya grinned. "Exactly! Thought you'd enjoy the company."
Rudra rolled his eyes. "Your company? I'd rather deal with Avyansh's nonsense."
Agastya laughed. "Yeah, yeah, keep pretending. But I'm serious-I need a new actress. You know anyone who'd fit?"
Rudra raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking me? I don't know your type."
Agastya shrugged. "Well, you know a lot of people. Thought you might have some ideas."
Rudra scoffed. "I don't have time to think about actresses for your movies, Agastya."
Agastya chuckled. "Fine. Guess I'll keep looking. But I'll still sit here and bug you while I'm at it."
Rudra groaned. "Of course you will."
Rudra sighed, still focused on his laptop. "So, you're just gonna sit here all day and bother me?"
Agastya smirked. "Why not? It's fun seeing you all serious and grumpy."
Rudra shot him a look. "Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?"
Agastya shrugged. "Nope. And besides, I'm waiting for an actress, remember?"
Rudra raised an eyebrow. "You really think sitting here will magically bring you an actress?"
Agastya laughed. "Hey, you never know! Maybe she'll just walk in."
Rudra rolled his eyes. "In your dreams, Agastya. Keep dreaming."
Agastya grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Well, at least my dreams don't involve punching people every day, like yours."
Rudra smirked. "Better than wasting time looking for actresses."
Agastya chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Keep pretending you're not secretly interested."
Rudra shook his head, hiding a small smile. "Get lost, Agastya."
Agastya just laughed. "Not a chance."
Rudra shook his head and focused on his laptop.
"Need any help?" Agastya asked.
"You along with your ass out of my cabin will be the biggest help for me." Rudra said with a smirk.
"Not possible." Agastya said with a smirk.
Agastya paused for a few seconds and asked, "By the way how's the construction work of the mall in Hyderabad is going?"
Rudra looked up from his laptop, nodding slightly. "The mall construction in Hyderabad is on track. The structure's almost done. Now, it's just the interiors and finishing touches."
Agastya leaned forward, interested. "And when's the opening date set?"
Rudra thought for a second. "If everything goes smoothly, we're aiming for March. But that depends on suppliers and workers showing up on time."
Agastya nodded. "March, huh? That's not too far. Got any big brands lined up for the launch?"
Rudra smirked. "Of course. Already locked in some big names. Few luxury brands and even some international stores are interested."
Agastya raised his eyebrows. "Impressive. Sounds like it's gonna be huge."
Rudra shrugged. "That's the plan. But it won't be easy. There's still a lot to get done."
Agastya grinned. "Well, if you need a smart guy to handle anything, you know where to find me."
Rudra laughed. "Right. Like you'd leave your film work to help with a mall."
Agastya shook his head. "Hey, I can multitask. But seriously, if you need help, I can handle the promotion part. Get the word out, make it a big event."
Rudra thought about it. "Not a bad idea. We'll need strong promotion to get the crowd."
Agastya smiled. "See, I do have some good ideas. Just admit it."
Rudra rolled his eyes. "Fine, you get one point for that."
Agastya chuckled. "Good. Now, tell me, who's handling the interiors? Got a good designer?"
Rudra nodded. "Yeah, we hired one of the best. They're known for high-end projects. I want the mall to stand out."
Agastya whistled. "Going all out, I see. Well, it'll be worth it if it turns out as planned."
Rudra agreed. "Exactly. I'm not leaving any room for mistakes. This project needs to be perfect."
Agastya smiled. "With you in charge, I'm sure it will be. Just don't stress yourself out too much."
Rudra shrugged. "I'll be fine. This is what I do."
Agastya nodded. "Alright, boss. Just remember to call me for the big launch. I'll bring some stars along for the grand opening."
Rudra smirked. "Deal. Now, get out. I have work to finish."
Agastya laughed, standing up. "Fine, fine. But remember, I'm just a call away if you need any more help."
Rudra shook his head and nodded.
"Now let's go. It's almost 7:30. Aunty too must have been waiting for you." Agastya said.
Rudra nodded, closing his laptop. He stood up, grabbed his coat from the couch, and walked toward the door with Agastya beside him.
As they moved through the hallway, Rudra glanced at his watch.
"You're right. Maa-sa probably wondering where I am."
Agastya smiled. "See? I know her timing. She likes everyone together for dinner, right?"
Rudra nodded. "Exactly. She doesn't like waiting around for anyone."
They headed to the elevator, and Agastya pressed the button. "So, what's for dinner tonight? Anything special?"
Rudra shrugged. "She mentioned making my favorite, maybe something with paneer. She's probably tried something new."
Agastya grinned. "Lucky you. She's an amazing cook. I should come over more often for dinner."
Rudra smirked. "You already do."
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside.
Rudra gave a small nod as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor. They stepped out and headed towards their respective cars. _____________________________
So here is the First chapter of my new story ✨
I hope you all will love it. Please do maximum votes and comments to encourage me
I love writing stories that are full of emotions and excitement. It makes me happy to create characters who feel deeply and love strongly. Writing is my favorite way to share stories about romance, action, and drama.
One of the things I enjoy most is writing about love. Romance is a big part of my stories. I like to show how two people come together, fall in love, and build a deep connection. Their love can be sweet and caring or passionate and intense. It is exciting to show their journey and how they grow closer through challenges and happy moments.
I also love adding action to my stories. Action scenes make the story thrilling and keep the readers interested. Whether it is a fight, a chase, or a dangerous situation, these moments add tension and excitement. Action brings out the strong and brave side of the characters, making their love and bond even more powerful.
Drama is another thing I enjoy including in my writing. It keeps the story emotional and interesting.
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