A man seemed to walk into a grand hall, every corner of the room screaming richness.

Dressed in formal attire-a crisp white shirt and black pants-he walked confidently across the room and stopped in front of a man lounging on a luxurious sofa, his hand resting arrogantly on the armrest, a testament to his attitude.

"Like father, like son," the man on the sofa sneered. "You have nothing, yet you stand as if you own the world. Such arrogance."

The man who spoke in a disapproving tone was none other than Ashok Singhania.

"My father taught me that your presence should be so powerful that even those with all the money in the world feel insignificant in front of you," replied the man standing before him.

And there he stood-Samarth Kashyap.

The favorite of all the workers, a man admired for his simplicity and unshaken demeanor. His knowledge was unexplainable, a quiet force that commanded respect without needing riches or arrogance.

"Stay in your limits, you driver. You are still working under me and will have to for the next six months until you repay the money your father owed," Ashok Singhania stood and shouted at him.

Samarth cut him off and said, "I know. You don't have to remind me."

Every time Ashok said this, it broke Samarth's heart.

He added, "And as these six months ends, you will see the real Samarth Kashyap, son of the honest worker of the Singhania family, Aditya Kashyap."

Ashok sat back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, and replied, "Bolte hi reh jaoge, sirf apne papa ki tarah kuch nahi kar paoge."

(You'll just keep talking, just like your father, and won't achieve anything.)

Samarth's hands curled into fists, but he controlled himself and said, "Tell me, why did you call me here?" His voice was calm, showing no trace of anger.

"You have to go to the airport at 12 p.m. Ishu is coming back," Ashok said.

Samarth's breath hitched at the words. "Okay," he replied before leaving without saying anything further.

Ishani Singhania

She was not just a person to him. Her name alone was enough to shake his entire world.

He walked to the car, leaned his back against it, and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. "A storm is coming."

Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew this time, everything would change. It would not be like five years ago, the last time he saw her and spoke to her.

Somewhere in New York, a woman stood by the window, gazing at the city skyline.

Dressed in a black dress paired with a brown jacket, she seemed lost in the beauty of the bustling city.

This woman was none other than the lady boss, Ishani Singhania.

The sound of the door opening broke her trance. “Ishu, you’re going to India, and you didn’t even tell me?” came the upset voice of Alex, her most trusted friend and a skilled hacker.

She turned around and, in her cold voice, replied, “It’s high time to meet the world as it is.”

Alex narrowed his eyes and said, “I don’t think that’s the only reason, right?”

Before she could reply, another voice came from the doorway. “Yes, you’re right.” Ritika, her right hand, assistant, and best friend, walked in confidently.

“You know why,” Alex asked Ritika.

“Of course, it’s for her prince charming,” Ritika teased.

Alex looked at Ishani, hoping for a reaction, but she turned her face away. A single tear escaped her eye before she quickly wiped it, turning back to sit on her chair.

In a cold and calculated tone, she said, “It is one of the reasons, but it’s also important for me to handle everything by being present, as I promised my parents.”

“Aren’t you coming with us?” she asked Alex, knowing well how inseparable he was from Ritika, as they were madly in love.

“I want to, but you know I have to complete the work you assigned me. It’s not possible for me to leave now. But whenever you need me, just call, and this man will be at your service.”

Ishani gave him a faint smile before Ritika added, “Ma’am, the jet is ready. We have to leave in an hour.”

“Okay. Both of you, out of my cabin now,” Ishani said in her final tone. The two exchanged a glance before leaving.

Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes and whispered, “It’s getting difficult to breathe without you. My patience has ended. I’m coming back to you, my prince.”

After a few hours, Samarth stood outside the airport, waiting for her in the arrival area.

He was continuously tapping his foot, murmuring to himself, “Why the hell are you getting nervous? She must have forgotten you by now. Has she really forgotten me?”

The thought of her not recognizing him pained his heart. “She’s the CEO now. Why would she even remember me?” he whispered, trying to suppress the turmoil within him.

He was still lost in his thoughts when a sudden gust of wind blew past him.

He closed his eyes as the breeze hit his face, whispering to himself, “She’s here.”

As he opened his eyes, his breathing stopped. There she was, walking toward him as if she owned the world. She hadn’t noticed him yet —or so he thought.

In reality, she knew he was standing there and was simply preparing herself to face him after five long years.

But the moment she put her phone aside and looked up, everything seemed to freeze.

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. The same innocent eyes now held a storm of strong emotions. Tears began streaming down her face as joy overwhelmed her.

Without a second thought, she ran toward him, like finding the missing piece of her soul.

Samarth saw her running and, without realizing it, found his feet moving toward her.

She launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. For a moment, he froze, feeling as though someone had finally returned to him in his lonely world.

But he didn’t hug her back until her soft, trembling voice reached his ears:

“Please hug me. I need to breathe, or I will die.”

It was as if a machine had finally received its signal. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as though shielding her from the rest of the world.

They were lost in each other until someone coughed, bringing them back to reality.

Samarth quickly came to his senses and stepped back, removing his arms from around her. But Ishani didn’t let go, holding onto him as if she had found her entire world—and for her, it was true.

Samarth tried to pull away, but she refused to let him go. After a brief struggle, she finally stepped back, her eyes still fixed on him. Samarth took a few steps back, his gaze shifting to Ritika, who stood nearby.

Ritika smiled warmly and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Ritika—her PA and best friend.”

Samarth shook her hand and replied, “Hello, ma’am. I’m Samarth, your driver for today."

Ishani was busy admiring him. After five long years, she was finally seeing him, and her heart wanted nothing more than to keep looking at him.

Samarth, feeling her intense gaze, knew she was still not over her obsession with him which according to him was just childhood attraction.

Trying to compose himself, he turned to her and said, “Your family is waiting for you, ma’am. I think we should go. The car is ready, and the guards will take care of your luggage.”

Without waiting for a response, he started walking toward the car. Ritika and Ishani followed behind him.

Still unable to take her eyes off him, Ishani murmured softly, as if stating a fact, “You still can’t handle my gaze, Arth.”

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