Yours In Every Life

Tum logo se koi kaam theek se nahi hota na? The only task you had was to keep an eye on my babygirl, saala woh bhi nahi ho paaya tum logo se, bloody useless", Naman kicked the table seething as he recieved the news of his men being killed by Vardhaan.

(You guys can't do one thing right. The only task you had was to keep an eye on my baby girl, bastards couldn't even do that, bloody useless.)

Burning in rage and revenge, Naman didn't even think twice before tying up his own men and throwing kerosene on them before lighting a matchstick and throwing it on the tied up men.The warehouse filled with agonizing screams of the burning men who had rather been loyal to him. While, Naman walked out ignoring their screams, a devilish smirk pasted on his lips, that actually looked utterly foolish, considering the situation.

"Make arrangements for the meeting with Suryavanshis, woh nahi hain toh uske bhai se meeting fix karo, bohot udte hain dono. Raghav Singh Suryavanshi. Bitha ke rakhna, I'll be there in a while", Naman called his secretary to arrange a meeting, his cruel, deceptive and authoritative tone, leaving no room for denial.

(If not him, arrange the meeting with his brother, they are too full of themselves. Raghav Singh Suryavanshi. Keep him waiting, I'll be there in a while.)

His lavish car, all through sham businesses, zoomed through the packed roads of Delhi, to the airport. His grip on the steering wheel tight enough to exude his disapproval and frustration over the situation.

Meanwhile in the head office of Suryavanshi Group of Companies, the quick chatters ceased with boots clicking on the marble floor. The footsteps halted for a moment looking around, scanning the work tables. The chaos turned into occasional hushed greetings as Raghav and Vigyaan entered the office.

Everyone stood up from their assigned places, greeting them. While Raghav mumbled a "morning" and turned to his assistant for the day's schedule, Vigyaan, on the other hand, gave a curt nod, his expressions stoic and walked away, a cue for his assistant to follow.

"Sir, Mr Ahlawat has tried to reach us for a meeting with you...an urgent one for today", Raghav's assistant informed him that brought a satisfied smirk on his face.

Swirling the pen on his fingers, he leaned on the desk. "Hmm, today 4pm sharp...in the waiting room".

"But sir you have an event to attend from 3-6", his assistant chimed in as he completed.

"Exactly, ek kaam karo call him at 12 and make him sit in the waiting room, 8 baje waapas bhej dena", Raghav smirked.

(Send him back at 8)

"Sir, you won't meet him?", the assistant asked confused.

"I will Mehra, I will meet him next week. Till then, the whole week he'll be sitting in the waiting room for the whole day. Got it?", Raghav stood up, walking towards the huge glass window.

"But sir.....do you think he will wait...woh poora office sar pe utha lega", his assistant mumbled, well aware of Naman's reputation in the business circle.

"Uthaane do, woh apni zaroorat se yaha aa raha hain. And remember a thing Mehra, in business world, you have to comply when you are at the recieving end. Aur yeh baat woh Ahlawat bohot achhe se jaanta hain. He is a fool if he thinks uske aate hi hum sabse pehle usse milenge. He knows he has to wait, if not, I'll teach him" Raghav said looking out of the huge glass window.

(Let him create a ruckus, he's coming here for himself, because he needs it. And remember a thing Mehra, in business world, you have to comply when you are at the recieving end. And Ahlawat knows it too well. He is a fool if he thinks I am waiting here to meet him)