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Meet Aarav malhotra

Chapter 1:

"The Business Proposal"

Aarav Malhotra's Office, Mumbai

The sharp, commanding sound of fingers tapping against a glass table echoed through the dimly lit office of Aarav Malhotra. His office was a fortress of modern design, high glass windows displaying the sprawling cityscape of Mumbai below, as if he ruled not just Malhotra Industries but the city itself. The large mahogany desk was immaculately clean, with only a few essential papers and a tablet resting on its surface. There was no clutter here, just like there was no room for distractions in Aarav's life.

Aarav sat in his plush, leather chair, his dark eyes focused intently on the digital screen before him. His fingers drummed rhythmically as he considered the figures being displayed, cold calculations running through his mind. Across the screen, foreign clients from a European tech firm anxiously awaited his decision on a merger proposal, their expressions betraying nervousness, as if they knew what was coming.

"I don't negotiate terms twice," Aarav's voice cut through the silence, low and authoritative. "My offer stands. Fifteen percent is the maximum stake I'm willing to offer for this acquisition. If your board believes they can get a better deal elsewhere, you're welcome to try."

The clients exchanged glances, clearly unsettled. Aarav's reputation in the business world was well-earned-ruthless, cutthroat, and rarely one to compromise. His company, Malhotra Industries, was an empire he'd built with his own hands, expanding it beyond his father's dreams. No one questioned Aarav Malhotra's decisions and survived unscathed.

"We'll... reconsider your offer, Mr. Malhotra," one of the clients stammered, clearly recognizing the futility of pushing any further.

"Good." Aarav's eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned back, a trace of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You have until the end of the day."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, the video call ended, and Aarav's screen went black. For a moment, he allowed himself the luxury of silence. Deals like these were the foundation of his empire, and nothing gave him more satisfaction than asserting his dominance in the boardroom. He lived for this-the power, the control, the respect. And, most importantly, the knowledge that no one could bring him down.

Just as Aarav reached for the tablet on his desk, his phone buzzed, breaking the moment of tranquility. The name flashing on the screen immediately softened his hardened expression: Tara.

He picked up the call. "Tara?"

"Bhai!" his younger sister's voice came through with a warmth that melted his usual icy exterior. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your advice on something."

Aarav glanced at his watch. He had a packed schedule for the day, but when it came to Tara, his only sibling, time was always made. "Go on, I'm listening."

"I've been offered this position at the wellness clinic I interned with," Tara explained, excitement bubbling in her voice. "It's not exactly what I was hoping for right after graduating, but I think it could be a good opportunity to gain some experience before I set up my own practice."

Aarav frowned slightly. He knew his sister was fiercely independent, but he also knew she had the potential to aim higher. "Is this what you really want, Tara? Or are you settling because it's convenient?"

Tara hesitated. "I... I'm not sure. It's not my dream job, but it's a start."

"You don't need to settle," Aarav said firmly, his protective nature surfacing. "If your dream is to open your own practice, focus on that. You've worked too hard to settle for less than what you deserve."

"You're right, Bhai," she finally sighed. "Thanks for the advice. I'll think about it some more."

"Good," Aarav replied, his voice softening. "And remember, if you need any support-financially or otherwise-you just have to ask."

"I know, Bhai. Thank you," Tara said, the warmth in her voice evident.

After ending the call, Aarav allowed himself a small smile. Tara was the only person who could soften his otherwise hardened heart. His protective nature over his sister was something of a family joke-he would go to any lengths to ensure she never faced the hardships he did while growing the business.

But his moment of familial sentiment was short-lived. His phone buzzed again, this time with a message from his father.

Vikram Malhotra: Family meeting tonight. Don't be late.

Aarav frowned. Family meetings were a rare occurrence unless something significant was being discussed, and the tone of his father's message suggested that this wasn't just a casual gathering.

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