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Part 1: The Man Everyone Feared
The conference room on the forty-second floor of Armaan Industries was wrapped in a tense silence.
A long Italian marble table stretched across the room, surrounded by some of the most powerful men in the business world. Board members, senior executives, foreign investors—everyone was present. Files lay untouched. Coffee had gone cold. No one dared to speak too loudly.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the man who owned not just the company, but the fear inside their hearts.
“He’s late,” one of the foreign delegates whispered, checking his expensive watch for the third time.
No one answered.
Being late was something only one man in this building was allowed to do.
Suddenly, the glass doors slid open.
The entire room stood up at once.
“There,” someone murmured, barely audible. “Mr. Armaan is here.”
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. Black leather gloves in one hand. And dark sunglasses covering eyes that were said to be colder than steel.
Armaan Malhotra walked in like he owned the air itself.
He didn’t greet anyone.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t acknowledge the respect rising around him.
He simply took his seat at the head of the table, removed his sunglasses slowly, and placed them beside his watch.
Sharp grey eyes scanned the room.
“Sit,” he said.
That single word carried the authority of a command.
Everyone obeyed instantly.
“Why is this meeting delayed?” Armaan asked, his voice calm but lethal.
One of the directors cleared his throat nervously. “S–Sir, we were waiting for you.”
Armaan leaned back, fingers tapping lightly on the table. “Next time, don’t.”
Silence fell again.
This was Armaan Malhotra.
The youngest CEO in the country. A self-made billionaire. A man who never mixed emotions with business. A man whose personal life was as closed as a locked vault.
And a man who hated distractions.
Yet, at that very moment, a distraction was slowly entering his life.
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Across the city, in a small, modest house far away from glass buildings and power suits, Aarohi sat quietly on the edge of her bed.
Her hands trembled.
A letter lay open in her lap.
Not just any letter.
A marriage proposal.
No—an arrangement.
Her mother stood near the window, wiping her tears repeatedly. Her father sat on a wooden chair, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world rested on him.
“Aarohi,” her father said softly, “we don’t have any other option.”
She looked up, eyes filled with disbelief and pain. “You want me to marry a man I’ve never met… just to save this family?”
Her mother rushed to her side. “Beta, he is a very big man. Very powerful. He can solve everything.”
Aarohi laughed bitterly. “By buying me?”
No one answered.
The truth hurt too much to deny.
Armaan Malhotra needed a wife.
Not for love.
Not for companionship.
But for a business reason that would decide the future of his empire.
And Aarohi—simple, educated, middle-class Aarohi—was the chosen sacrifice.
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Back in the conference room, Armaan closed the final file with a sharp thud.
“The deal will go through,” he said. “Prepare the documents.”
One board member hesitated. “Sir… there is one personal matter that needs your approval.”
Armaan’s eyes darkened. “I don’t do personal.”
“It’s about… the marriage announcement,” the man said carefully.
A muscle in Armaan’s jaw tightened.
“Fix the date,” he replied coldly. “I don’t care about anything else.”
The room froze.
For Armaan, marriage was nothing but another contract.
For Aarohi, it was the beginning of a storm she wasn’t ready for.
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That night, Aarohi stood on the terrace, staring at the city lights.
Somewhere in that shining jungle of buildings lived the man she was going to marry.
A stranger.
A CEO.
A man rumored to be ruthless.
She hugged her arms around herself.
“Who are you, Mr. Malhotra?” she whispered to the wind. “And what will you do to my life?”
Far away, in a penthouse glowing above the city, Armaan poured himself a glass of whiskey.
Marriage, for him, was a means to an end. But fate had plans that neither of them could foresee.
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To be continued
