The morning sun never seemed to reach the upper floors of Singhania Towers. Behind tinted glass walls and polished oak doors, silence reigned like a monarch-calm, heavy, commanding. It was here, in the corner office of the thirty-fifth floor, that Kartik Singhania sat like the immovable center of that world.

At twenty-nine, he had already become the CEO of the Singhania Group, a legacy born of discipline and iron wll. Six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, he carried his height not as arrogance but as quiet dominance. His presence alone filled the room, the kind that made board members lower their eyes before he even spoke.

And speak he rarely did. Kartik's words were measured, each syllable deliberate. Smiles were rarer still, reserved for those fleeting moments when his grandmother-Dadi, the one person who could unravel the steel in him-demanded it. She often teased that when her eldest grandson smiled, the whole house seemed younger, softer, as though the cold marble floors warmed beneath his footsteps.

But here, in his office, warmth had no place. His jaw was set, eyes fixed on he screen before him, a hand tapping lightly against the armrest in rhythm with the reports scrolling past. Employees whispered that he was born to lead, but those close enough to glimpse him knew the truth: Kartik was not born cold-he had chosen it. Cold was easier. Cold was safer.

A knock interrupted the silence. He did not glance up.

"Come in,"

his baritone cut through the stillness, smooth but unyielding.

The day had begun.

The glass door opened, and his assistant entered with a file clutched tightly in her hands. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "Sir, the finance team has submitted the revised projections you requested."

Kartik leaned back, long fingers steepled together. His dark eyes moved to the file only after a pause, as though deciding if it deserved his attention at all. He flipped through the pages once, then shut it with a quiet thud.

"This is sloppy."

His tone was calm, almost casual, but it landed heavier than a shout.

"I asked for revised projections, not excuses dressed as numbers. Tell the finance head he has one hour to redo this-otherwise he doesn't need to come back tomorrow."

The assistant swallowed hard.

"Y-yes, sir."

Kartik's gaze lingered on her for a second longer, sharp and unreadable, before returning to his laptop.

"And make sure he understands-Singhania Group doesn't request excellence. We demand it."

Dismissed, she hurried out, and silence reclaimed the room once again.

Kartik tapped his pen against the desk, unbothered. For him, this was not cruelty. It was order. And in his world, order was survival.

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कोई ना जाने किथो आया है तू सब दे दिलो विच हो गई कुकडुकु

कोई ना जाने किथो आया है तू सब दे दिलो विच हो गई कुकडुकु

इन्ना सोना इन्ना कूल मुंडा इन्ना wonderful

एन्नु वेखे जे कुडिया तो कहन्दी, oh my god(oh my god)

हा मुंडा सब में सब तौ बेस्ट, मुंडा बेटर देन द रेस्ट

एन्नु वेखे के मुंडे तो कहन्दे oh my god

ओ सीना छब्बीस फूट दा ओ मुंडा छे फूट दा

ओ धीरे धीरे करदा धमाल सा

ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा, ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

ओ कुडिया ते हो जाए इफ़ेक्ट ओ दी चाल दा, कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा, ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

ओ बन्दो में बन्दा परफेक्ट बेमिसाल सा, कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

कोई ना जाने किथो आया है तू सब दे दिलो विच हो गई कुकडुकु

कोई ना जाने किथो आया है तू सब दे दिलो विच हो गई कुकडुकु

तू ते होया है सब दी मिसाल सोनिया

तू ते चमके बन अंखा which star सोनिया

हो तू ते लगे बड़ा ही tip-top बेलिया

तू ते हाइट ते बुजे full-stop बेलिया

दिल दौड़े इत्ते उत्ते फिर करदे तितर बितर

हो मुंडा अंगडाई जदो मार दा

ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा, ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

ओ कुडिया ते हो जाये इफ़ेक्ट ओ दी चाल दा, कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा, ओ मुंडा कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

बन्दो में बन्दा परफेक्ट बेमिसाल सा, कुक्कड़ कमाल दा

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I know this chapter so short ,please co-operate lovelies

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