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The sprawling glass windows of the Tech High building overlooked the bustling city below, sunlight pouring into Rudra Singhaniya's private cabin. The room reflected his personality—sleek, sharp, and professional. Rudra sat at his mahogany desk, files neatly stacked on one side and his phone in hand. His brow furrowed slightly as he navigated through emails while simultaneously listening to a call with one of their international clients. Efficiency was his hallmark.
"Yes, Mr. Carter, we'll finalize the numbers and get back to you by end of business today," Rudra said, his deep, commanding voice unwavering. "No delays, I assure you."
As he hung up, there was a soft knock on the door. Without waiting for his response, Ravi Singhaniya, his cousin and confidant, entered the room, his ever-present energy radiating through the space.
"Boardroom's ready. Rubi's waiting with her presentation," Ravi informed him.
Rudra nodded, grabbing his laptop and notes. "Let's see what she's got. And let's make sure we don't waste time on mediocrity."
The boardroom buzzed with anticipation as the meeting commenced. Rubi Kukreja, a junior member of the marketing team and niece of Jaya Kukreja, stood confidently at the head of the room. The projector displayed her slides, each detailing the proposed marketing strategies for the next quarter. The board members, Rudra, Ravi, and Aarav included, sat around the long conference table, their expressions neutral but observant.
"Gentlemen," Rubi began, her voice crisp, "this plan focuses on leveraging current consumer behavior trends to maximize brand visibility and engagement."
She walked the group through her slides, pointing to charts and figures as she spoke. Her confidence was evident, but there was a subtle nervousness underlying her polished demeanor. Every now and then, her gaze flickered toward Rudra, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Aarav, seated to Rudra's left, noticed this pattern and leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his lips. While Rubi's presentation unfolded, his eyes shifted between her and Rudra, clearly entertained by the dynamic.
Ravi, however, was more focused on the content. He occasionally exchanged a glance with Rudra, their silent communication honed by years of working together. Both brothers noticed the same issues with the plan—its lack of innovation and the underwhelming revenue projections.
When Rubi concluded, she stepped back, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. "That's the overview of the proposed strategy. I'm confident this will set the tone for our next marketing cycle."
The board members murmured amongst themselves, exchanging skeptical looks. Finally, Mr. Mehra, one of the senior board members, spoke up. "Ms. Kukreja, while your effort is appreciated, this plan doesn't align with our expectations. The projected profit margins are insufficient, and we need stronger strategies to target custom sales."
Rubi's smile faltered for the briefest moment before she regained her composure. "I understand, sir. I'll make the necessary adjustments."
Before anyone else could speak, Ravi interjected. "Ms. Kukreja, you've done well for your first major project. It takes time to understand the intricacies of our market. With some refinement, this could work."
He turned to Rudra, seeking his input. "Bro, maybe we should also consider brainstorming with the interns. Fresh perspectives might bring the kind of ideas we're looking for."
Rudra, who had been quiet up to this point, leaned forward, his fingers steepled in thought. His expression was calm but firm. "Ravi's right. This isn't a failure, Ms. Kukreja, but it's not the solution we need yet. Revisit the plan with a focus on custom sales and higher profit margins. We'll reconvene next week."
Rubi nodded, her smile firmly in place despite the subtle sting of criticism. "Of course, sir. Thank you for your guidance."
Aarav, who had been silently observing her reaction, leaned over to Ravi and whispered, "She's acting composed, but I'd bet good money she's fuming inside."
Ravi stifled a chuckle. "Careful, Aarav. You might end up in her line of fire."
Rubi's gaze shifted briefly toward Aarav and Ravi, her smile unwavering but her eyes glinting with a hint of annoyance. Rudra, meanwhile, had already shifted his focus back to his files, his mind elsewhere.
As the meeting continued, Rudra's thoughts drifted to Anaya. He couldn't help but picture her from that morning, her unassuming grace as she went about her routine. A small smile tugged at his lips, though he quickly masked it with a cough. Ravi noticed and raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The board members were still discussing revisions to Rubi's plan when Rudra's phone vibrated subtly in his pocket. It was a message from Anaya.
Anaya: Don't forget to eat lunch today. You've been skipping meals lately.
Rudra's lips curved into a faint smile as he typed back.
Rudra: Bossing me around already? You'll make a great CEO someday.
Her response was swift.
Anaya: Just a concerned wife. Someone has to keep you alive, Mr. Singhaniya.
He chuckled softly, his mood visibly lightened. Aarav, ever observant, nudged Ravi. "What's up with him? He's smiling. That's rare."
Ravi smirked. "Probably the wife. She's got more influence over him than he'll admit."
Aarav grinned. "Good for him."
Rubi, however, noticed the shift in Rudra's expression and felt a pang of irritation. She masked it well, continuing to nod along with the board's feedback, but Aarav caught the fleeting look of dissatisfaction on her face.
As the meeting wrapped up, Rudra stood and gathered his files. "Ravi, Aarav, I need a summary of today's discussion by this evening."
Ravi saluted playfully. "On it, boss."
As Rudra left the room, his phone buzzed again. It was another message from Anaya.
Anaya: Don't work too hard. I'll see you tonight.
The weight of the day's responsibilities felt lighter with her words. For all the chaos of the boardroom, Rudra knew where his true peace lay.
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The heavy oak doors of the boardroom closed behind Rudra Singhaniya as he walked out with his usual air of authority. His polished shoes echoed faintly against the marble floor as he moved purposefully toward his cabin. The meeting had concluded, but the tension from the critical feedback lingered in the air.
Ravi and Aarav followed behind, their conversation filled with subtle humor and observations about Rubi's presentation.
"Did you see her face when Rudra gave his feedback?" Aarav quipped. "I thought she was going to break that professional smile any second."
Ravi laughed. "It's her first time under this much scrutiny. But hey, she'll learn. Hopefully."
Meanwhile, inside the boardroom, Rubi remained seated, her fingers curling tightly around the presentation remote. Her polished exterior began to crack as the room emptied. Alone now, she allowed a flicker of frustration to pass over her face.
"How dare they?" she whispered to herself, her gaze narrowing at the door Rudra had exited through. "This isn't over."
Rudra's Cabin
Back in his cabin, Rudra set his files on the desk and loosened his tie. The sleek design of his office, with its minimalist décor and floor-to-ceiling windows, offered a commanding view of the city skyline. Yet, his mind was far from the view.
He glanced at his phone again, re-reading Anaya's last message. A small smile returned to his lips, though his expression quickly turned stoic as Ravi walked in.
"Summarized points from the meeting, as requested," Ravi said, tossing a folder onto Rudra's desk.
"Efficient as always," Rudra replied, flipping through the pages.
Ravi leaned casually against the edge of the desk, watching his cousin. "You know, you're more approachable these days. It's almost unsettling."
Rudra shot him a side glance. "If you're trying to say something, Ravi, just say it."
Ravi smirked. "It's Anaya, isn't it? She's good for you."
Rudra didn't respond immediately, instead focusing on the notes in front of him. Finally, he said, "She's…different. But don't overanalyze it."
"Overanalyze?" Ravi chuckled. "I'm just saying she's softened those sharp edges of yours."
Rudra ignored the comment, his attention shifting back to the notes. "What's your take on Rubi's plan?"
Ravi straightened. "It's got potential, but she's playing it safe. No risk, no reward. We'll need more creativity and boldness to stay ahead in the market."
"Agreed," Rudra said. "Set up a brainstorming session with the interns. Let's see if any fresh ideas come out of it."
Ravi nodded. "Done. Anything else?"
Rudra shook his head, and Ravi left, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Elsewhere in the Building
Rubi was pacing in her own office, her polished heels clicking against the tiled floor. Her assistant, Meera, stood by, cautiously observing her boss's mood.
"Ms. Kukreja, would you like me to start revising the presentation?" Meera asked timidly.
Rubi waved her off impatiently. "No. Leave it for now."
She stared out the window, her mind racing. "I've worked too hard to be dismissed like this. If they want bold, I'll give them bold."
Her thoughts shifted to Rudra, his calm yet intimidating presence at the meeting. Her frustration deepened. "We'll see who gets the last word," she muttered.
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The board meeting had just concluded, and the tension in the room was yet to dissipate. Rudra Singhaniya, ever the commanding presence, walked out first, his long strides purposeful and decisive. His sharp features were unreadable, but the slight furrow of his brow hinted at his focus. He carried a stack of files under his arm, his mind already juggling the intricacies of the day's discussions.
As the door to Rudra's office clicked shut behind Aarav and Ravi, the tension from the confrontation outside slowly began to fade. Ravi slid into the chair opposite Rudra's desk, stretching his legs out comfortably as he set his tablet down. Aarav took a more casual position by the window, resting his back against the wall, observing his older brother.
Rudra, still engrossed in the paperwork before him, barely lifted his gaze. But there was a faint shift in his posture—a sign that the events unfolding in his office were starting to settle in his mind.
"That went well, didn't it?" Ravi broke the silence, his tone teasing as he leaned back in the chair, folding his arms. "You know, if anyone didn't know better, they'd think you and I were in the business of putting out fires. Just putting out the flames from every angle."
Rudra let out a low, dry chuckle. "You're not wrong," he replied, his voice still a little stern. "Rubi's got a lot of nerve trying to pull that stunt. But honestly, I didn't expect her to be so persistent."
"Persistent is an understatement. She's got some serious attitude, I'll give her that," Ravi said, shaking his head. "She thinks she can waltz in here, act all cozy with the family, and demand whatever she wants just because she's 'close.'" He let out a sigh. "Some people just don't know when to quit."
Rudra placed his pen down, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk as he leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "It's not just that. I think she's testing the waters. She's been trying to play this game for a while now, and I don't like it."
Aarav, who had been silent up until now, pushed off the wall and walked over to the desk. He glanced at Rudra with an amused smirk. "It's not like you don't know how to handle a little competition. But, let's face it, she's annoying. Just like that other problem, right?"
Rudra's gaze flickered over to Aarav, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're not talking about...?"
Ravi interrupted him with a chuckle. "Yeah, he's talking about that one thing none of us wants to talk about—the mess with Ms. Kukreja and the way she's constantly trying to inch her way into the family's good graces."
Rudra sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been keeping an eye on her. She's been making all the right moves, but something's off. I don't trust her—especially after today."
Aarav raised his hands in mock surrender. "What, you don't trust her just because she's trying to climb the ladder?" His grin faltered as he saw the look in Rudra's eyes. "Okay, fine, you're serious. But we've got more pressing matters at hand."
Ravi picked up on the shift in conversation, his expression turning more serious. "True. Speaking of matters, how's the work with Anaya going? Have you had any time to catch up with her lately? You've been swamped with these office issues."
Rudra's gaze softened at the mention of Anaya. It was subtle, but both Ravi and Aarav caught the shift in his demeanor. Despite the chaos of the office, despite everything he had to manage, there was one thing—one person—that calmed him. Anaya.
"I've been meaning to talk to her. To be honest, I've barely had time to even sit with her, with everything going on," Rudra confessed, his voice lowering slightly. "She's been handling herself well, though. I can see she's learning fast, even if she doesn't say much."
Aarav let out a dramatic sigh, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Come on, big bro. You need to loosen up. Don't tell me you're going to hide behind work forever."
Rudra shot him a sharp look, but the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "You think I'm hiding behind work?"
"I don't think, I know." Aarav smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall once more. "You're more protective of her than you let on. It's pretty obvious. She's not just some intern. You're acting like you've got this whole 'office husband' thing going on."
Ravi burst out laughing, holding his stomach. "Oh man, this is good. Rudra Singhaniya, the heartless CEO, caught in the act of being all soft and mushy for his wife. I'll make sure Ria gets a front-row seat to this."
Rudra shot him a look, the amusement barely hidden behind the mask of his professionalism. "Ravi, you better not let Ria know. I'm still trying to figure out how to balance work and marriage."
Aarav chuckled. "Good luck with that. You're going to need it. But seriously, I think you should stop overthinking it. You've got your wife, and you've got work. Don't let either one fall behind. Anaya's a smart woman; she'll figure things out, just like you will."
Ravi nodded in agreement. "Exactly. And if you need advice on balancing work with marriage, just let us know. I'm sure both Aarav and I have a few tips to share."
Rudra's lips twitched as if holding back another laugh, but the look in his eyes was one of genuine gratitude. He didn't let many people in, but his brothers knew him like no one else could. They understood him.
"I'll figure it out. You two always seem to have a way of making things easier. But let's not pretend it's going to be easy," Rudra said, his voice turning serious again as he leaned forward in his chair, his eyes focused on the documents before him. "I need to focus on the bigger picture. TecHigh is growing fast, and we're at a critical point. One wrong move and it could all come crashing down."
Ravi and Aarav's smiles faded, their faces growing more serious as they understood the weight on Rudra's shoulders.
Aarav placed a hand on Rudra's shoulder, offering his support without saying a word. "We've got your back, bro. Whatever comes next, we handle it together. You don't need to carry all the weight by yourself."
Ravi nodded in agreement. "That's what family's for. We handle the tough stuff, so you don't have to face it alone."
Rudra sat back, his brothers' words sinking in. He might be the one in charge of TecHigh, but he wasn't alone in this. He had his family—his support system—standing behind him.
"Thanks, guys. I'll keep that in mind," Rudra said, his voice softer now. "Now, let's get back to work. There's no time to waste."
Ravi and Aarav exchanged a knowing glance before the three of them dove back into the work before them, each of them silently acknowledging the strength of their bond—the unspoken promise that no matter what happened, they would always have each other's backs.
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The silence in Rudra's office was thick as the three brothers continued their work. The tension from earlier was still present, but there was an unspoken understanding that it was something they would tackle together. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but it felt like time had slowed down as each of them dealt with their own thoughts.
Rudra, his mind still reeling from the confrontations and the events that had transpired that day, glanced over at Ravi and Aarav. They were absorbed in their own tasks, but the sense of familiarity and camaraderie in the room was comforting.
Ravi, always the one to break the silence, cleared his throat and looked over at Rudra. "So, about Anaya... Have you had a chance to talk to her yet?" He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Rudra's hand paused mid-motion, and he looked up at Ravi with a slight frown. "I told you I haven't had time for that, Ravi. The business is taking up most of my focus right now."
Aarav, who had been leaning against the wall, pushed off and came to stand next to Rudra's desk, folding his arms. "Don't act like you're too busy for your wife. You've been so caught up in the work that you've barely checked in with her. You know she's been handling things on her own, right?"
Rudra shifted in his chair, a slight tension tightening in his shoulders. "I know," he said, his voice quieter. "I'm just trying to make sure everything is running smoothly here. But I don't want her to feel neglected." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "I don't want to keep her waiting."
Ravi leaned back in his chair, his voice softer now. "She's not waiting, bro. She's handling things herself. You've got to trust her, just like you trust us with the business. She's a strong woman—don't forget that." He looked over at Aarav, who nodded in agreement.
Rudra let out a long breath, his mind whirring with everything he had to manage. "You're right. I just need to find a balance. Between being a husband and being a CEO, it's... hard."
Aarav chuckled, a bit of lightness returning to his tone. "You always make it sound harder than it is. It's not that complicated, bro. Just stop overthinking everything and start living a little." He shot a teasing glance at Ravi. "Maybe even take some advice from Mr. Romance here."
Ravi rolled his eyes but grinned. "You're lucky I'm giving you a free pass, Aarav. Otherwise, I'd be giving you a whole speech about handling relationships like a pro."
Rudra looked between his brothers, a slight smile tugging at his lips despite the weight of his thoughts. "I don't need a lecture from you two."
"Good," Ravi replied, his voice still light. "Because we've got work to do. Speaking of which, the new marketing strategy is still something we need to finalize." He pulled up a document on his tablet and began scrolling through the details, his professional tone returning. "And I think we need to bring in the interns for a brainstorming session. They might surprise us with fresh ideas."
Aarav gave a small nod, his expression serious again. "I agree. Let's see what the younger generation can come up with. They're not bogged down by the usual corporate mindset."
Rudra, ever the perfectionist, leaned forward, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of his desk. "We need to make sure we're ready for the next quarter. The competition is fierce. Let's not underestimate them." He turned his gaze to Ravi and Aarav. "I don't want to hear any more complaints about not meeting targets. We've got to stay ahead of the game."
Ravi and Aarav nodded, their faces serious as they began discussing the details of the marketing strategy. As the minutes passed, Rudra couldn't help but feel the weight of his role settle back onto his shoulders. He had to make sure everything was running smoothly—not just in the business, but also in his personal life.
His thoughts wandered again to Anaya. The way she had handled herself when she first entered the family had impressed him. But now, as they settled into married life, he wondered how long they could keep this distance between them. He knew she wasn't completely satisfied with the way things were, but it was complicated—too many factors, too many complications.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw Anaya's name flashing across the display.
Ravi noticed his shift in focus and shot a knowing look at Aarav. "I think the CEO has a message from his wife," Ravi teased, but there was a warmth in his voice.
Rudra picked up the phone, his fingers hovering over the screen before he unlocked it and opened the message. Anaya's words were short but carried a sense of longing:
"I miss you. We need to talk. When are you coming home?"
His heart skipped a beat at her words. Rudra quickly typed a reply:
"I'll be home soon. Let's talk when I get there."
He set the phone down, his mind swirling with emotions. He couldn't ignore it any longer. He couldn't keep running from the reality of their relationship. He needed to face it head-on.
Aarav and Ravi exchanged a glance, sensing the change in Rudra's demeanor.
"Are you going to let this get in the way of work, bro?" Ravi asked, his tone more serious now. "You've got a lot on your plate. But don't forget what's important."
Rudra nodded, his jaw tightening. "I know. I'll figure it out." His voice was quieter, but there was a resolve behind it. He was determined to make this work, no matter how difficult it seemed.
Ravi patted him on the back with a grin. "Good. We're all rooting for you."
With that, the three of them turned their attention back to the meeting. But as Rudra glanced over at his brothers, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much bigger challenge—one that would require him to juggle both his business and his marriage in ways he hadn't anticipated.
For now, all he could do was take things one step at a time. But with his brothers by his side, he knew he could face anything that came his way.
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The hours passed in a blur, with the trio—Rudra, Ravi, and Aarav—deep in discussions about strategies, marketing plans, and the upcoming board meetings. But despite the constant flow of work, Rudra couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was neglecting the most important aspect of his life—his marriage.
As the day wore on, Rudra found himself absentmindedly glancing at his phone every few minutes, waiting for another message from Anaya. The simple, yet powerful words from earlier echoed in his mind: "I miss you. We need to talk." Her message wasn't just a plea for his attention, but a reminder of the growing distance between them.
Ravi and Aarav seemed to notice his restlessness but wisely said nothing. It wasn't often that Rudra let his emotions get the better of him, but today was different. The pressure of balancing his duties at TechHigh and his responsibilities as a husband was weighing heavily on him.
"Rudra, you good?" Ravi asked casually, trying to gauge his brother's mood as he continued to scroll through the latest reports.
Rudra hesitated before responding. "Yeah, just... thinking about a few things." His voice was low, almost imperceptible.
Aarav, always the more observant of the three, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "You know, it's not going to get any easier if you keep bottling it up. You've got to deal with it sooner or later."
Ravi gave Aarav a pointed look. "Come on, bro, don't be so blunt. He's handling it in his own way." He looked at Rudra. "But you know, there's no harm in stepping back from work every once in a while. You've got to keep things balanced."
Rudra rubbed his temples, the stress mounting. "I get it. But it's not just that. Anaya deserves more than just the scraps of my time. I know she's been patient, but I can't help but feel like I'm failing her." He paused, his tone softening. "I promised her that we would make this work. But every time I try to give her my time, something else comes up. It's like I'm stuck in this loop."
Ravi's expression softened as he leaned forward. "Rudra, I know you. You've never been one to back down from a challenge, whether it's business or anything else. But you can't treat Anaya like a challenge. She's your partner, not another task on your to-do list. You've got to make her feel like she's just as important as your work."
Aarav nodded in agreement. "I can't say it any clearer, bro. You've got to prioritize. If you're always chasing success without slowing down, you're going to miss out on the things that matter most. You can't keep doing that to her. She's not some second priority."
Rudra sighed, his gaze drifting towards the large windows of his office, looking out over the city. He knew his brothers were right, but part of him still struggled with the idea of letting go of his grip on work. "It's hard to just switch off. I've been conditioned to be constantly on the go."
"And that's the problem," Ravi said with a knowing smile. "It's about finding balance. You're going to burn out if you don't take time for yourself, and for Anaya. You can't be everything to everyone without compromising yourself."
Rudra finally met his brothers' eyes. "You're both right," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and realization. "I can't keep juggling everything like this. I need to make some changes. For her."
Aarav gave him a small, satisfied nod. "That's what I like to hear. Now, go home and make it right with her. You've been avoiding it long enough."
Rudra hesitated for a moment, then nodded resolutely. "Alright. I'll go home, talk to her... and figure this out." He grabbed his jacket and stood up, ready to leave. "Thanks, guys."
Ravi flashed him a smile. "Anytime, bro. Just remember, we're always here for you."
As Rudra made his way out of the office, the weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter. His mind was still swirling with the complexities of both his professional and personal life, but he was determined to find a way to make it work. He couldn't afford to lose sight of the things that truly mattered.
When he stepped through the door of the Singhaniya mansion, the familiar scent of home greeted him. But instead of the usual warmth and comfort, there was an underlying tension in the air. Rudra could feel it—the silence that stretched between him and Anaya.
He walked into the living room, where Anaya was sitting on the couch, her gaze focused on her phone. She looked up as he entered, her expression softening, but there was still a trace of concern in her eyes.
"Rudra," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "We need to talk."
Rudra nodded, his chest tightening. "I know. I'm sorry, Anaya. I've been distant... too focused on everything else."
Anaya put her phone down and stood up, crossing the room to meet him. "I understand that work is important, but so is our relationship. I can't keep waiting around for you to notice I'm here. I want to feel like I'm a priority, too."
Rudra felt a pang in his chest as her words hit him. He had known this day would come, but hearing it aloud made it real. "I didn't mean to make you feel unimportant. You are important to me. I've just been... trying to keep everything together."
Anaya looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "I know you're trying, Rudra. But sometimes trying isn't enough. You have to show me that you care, not just with words, but with actions."
Rudra stepped closer to her, his hand gently cupping her face. "I'm sorry, Anaya. I don't want to lose you."
Anaya smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You won't. But you need to meet me halfway. I can't keep carrying this weight on my own."
Rudra nodded, determination in his gaze. "I promise. From now on, I'll make sure you're not carrying the weight alone."
As the words left his lips, he realized just how much he had taken for granted. Anaya wasn't just his wife; she was his equal, his partner in every sense of the word. And he would do whatever it took to show her that she was just as important as everything else in his life.
For the first time in a long while, Rudra felt a sense of peace. He didn't have all the answers, but he knew one thing for sure: he was ready to fight for their marriage, just as much as he fought for success in the business world.
Anaya, with a small, relieved smile, wrapped her arms around him. "I'm glad to hear that, Rudra."
He held her tightly, feeling the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. "I'm not perfect, but I'll keep trying."
And in that moment, as they stood together in the quiet of their home, Rudra knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter. One where love and work could coexist, where he could find balance, and where the future was no longer just about business—it was about them, together.
To be continued...