In the silent office, the only sound was the turning of pages as Vihaan Rajvanshi’s sharp brown eyes scanned through the file in front of him. His focus was so fierce that the world outside seemed to blur. Work wasn’t just his duty—it was his discipline, his weapon, and no distraction dared break it.

Everyone in the office knew the moment he entered. The soft click of his shoes against the floor was enough to command silence. Conversations died, movements paused, and even the bravest employees lowered their eyes. His presence was power itself, an aura that demanded respect without a single word spoken.He was the man people noticed instantly—broad shoulders, a well-built physique that spoke of relentless hours in the gym, and a height that towered over most at 6’2”. His sharp jawline, long perfectly styled hair, and clean-shaven look gave him the polish of a man who never left things unfinished. Everything about him—his walk, his gaze, his silence—carried authority.

But behind those unwavering brown eyes lay a storm, one that no one dared to read. To the world, he was perfection—untouchable, disciplined, and powerful. Yet, only time would reveal the battles hidden beneath that flawless exterior.

His presence was not just noticed—it was felt. The air itself seemed heavier when he stepped inside, as though the room recognized its master. Colleagues exchanged quick glances but no one dared to utter a word in his presence. Discipline followed him like a shadow.

Vihaan Rajvanshi was a man of precision. Every gesture of his was controlled, calculated—whether it was the way he adjusted his cufflinks or the way his eyes lingered on a page. To many, he was intimidating; to some, he was inspiring; but to everyone, he was unforgettable. People often said his silence spoke louder than words. A single look from him was enough to make mistakes disappear and lies crumble. His authority wasn’t demanded—it was commanded, carved naturally into his personality.

And yet, behind that steel exterior, there was something unreadable—something that made him more than just a man of power. His eyes, though sharp, sometimes carried the weight of unspoken stories. Secrets he never shared, emotions he never revealed. To the world, he was a storm in perfect control. But storms, no matter how restrained, always have a breaking point.

Without lifting his eyes from the file, Vihaan asked in his deep, commanding voice, “Any meetings left?”

His assistant, Ishaan, quickly checked the schedule and replied, “Yes, sir. One meeting at 4 p.m. with the Malhotras.”

“Okay,” Vihaan responded curtly, before returning his full attention to the file in front of him. Work consumed him once again, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

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Ishaan’s gaze shifted toward the large window of the room. Outside, the weather had turned restless—strong winds howled through the city, and dark clouds had gathered thickly in the sky. The rain hadn’t started yet, but it could pour down at any moment.

Breaking the silence, Ishaan said respectfully, “Sir, I’ll go prepare everything in the meeting room.”

Vihaan didn’t even glance up from his work. All he gave in reply was a short, firm “Hmm,” before immersing himself back into the file.

At exactly 4 p.m., the conference room lights dimmed and the meeting with the Malhotras began. Vihaan sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, his posture commanding yet effortless. His sharp brown eyes remained locked on the screen as the Malhotras presented their proposal.

Every word, every slide, every gesture—they all passed through his razor-sharp focus. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t shift unnecessarily, didn’t even blink more than needed. The silence from his side wasn’t weakness—it was pressure, the kind that made the other party choose their words with double care.

The deal looked lucrative. Figures lined up neatly, projections showed promise, and the risks were minimal. The Malhotras finished with hopeful smiles, their voices betraying just a hint of nervousness under his gaze.

Then came the moment. Vihaan leaned back in his chair, adjusting his cufflinks with deliberate calm. His deep voice broke the silence.

“Deal done.”

Those two words sealed everything. A sense of relief washed over the Malhotras as both parties rose to shake hands, sealing the agreement with polite smiles and firm grips.

By the time the final files were closed and the room emptied, the clock had already struck 7. The day’s work—heavy, demanding, yet flawlessly executed—was complete. Without lingering, Vihaan gathered his things. Ishaan followed closely behind as they stepped out of the towering glass building, ready to head home.

Vihaan stepped out of the towering office building, his long strides carrying him toward the sleek Mercedes Maybach S-Class waiting at the entrance. The driver opened the door with practiced precision, and Vihaan slid into the plush backseat. Ishaan settled into the passenger seat beside the driver, while the car pulled smoothly into the evening traffic, heading toward the Rajvanshi mansion.

Outside, the weather grew darker by the minute. The winds howled louder, rattling against the glass, while thunder rolled across the heavy clouds. Within moments, raindrops began to lash against the windshield, blurring the view of the road ahead.

They were just nearing the outskirts when the car jolted to a sudden stop. Vihaan’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward slightly. “What happened? Why did you stop the car?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with authority.

The driver turned back nervously. “Sir, the road ahead… it’s broken. Completely collapsed.”

Without wasting time, Vihaan stepped out, followed by Ishaan and the driver. The storm whipped around them, and in the headlights, the truth was clear—the road had split apart, leaving no way forward.

Vihaan’s jaw tightened. “We can’t go home this way,” he said, his tone heavy with decision. “And there’s only one road to the mansion.” After a pause, he added, “Fine. Ishaan, check if there’s any hotel nearby. We’ll stay there for the night.”

Ishaan glanced around uneasily before replying, “Sir… from here, only two roads lead out. One is this—already broken. The other goes through a local residential area. No hotels, no luxury stays… nothing.”

Suddenly, a car approached from behind. It wasn’t just any car—it was Raj’s car. The moment Raj saw Vihaan standing in the middle of the rain-soaked road, he immediately jumped out, concern written all over his face.

“Sir! You’re standing here in the rain?” he exclaimed.

Vihaan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, “Who are you?”

Ishaan quickly explained, “Sir, he’s an employee in your company. His name is Raj Sharma. He’s new.”

Vihaan’s expression softened a fraction. “Oh… a new employee,” he murmured.

Raj, trying to draw their attention, asked politely, “Sir, did something happen?”

Ishaan then explained the entire situation—the broken road, the storm, and the impossibility of finding a nearby hotel.

Without hesitation, Raj said, “If it’s not a problem for you, you all can come to my place. I live nearby in this residential area. There’s no hotel around, and the weather is really bad. It’s safer if you stay at my home.”

Vihaan and Ishaan exchanged a quick glance. The storm was indeed worsening, and there was no alternate route to the mansion. Spending the night somewhere was inevitable. After a brief pause, Vihaan finally said to Raj, “Alright… tonight, we’ll stay at your place.”

Raj’s face brightened. “Understood, sir. I’ll inform my family and make all the necessary arrangements.”

A little distance away, Raj pulled over and quickly called his mother. He explained the situation, telling her that his boss and his assistant would need to stay at their home for the night. “Sari tyari ache se krna mummy, aur dhyan rhe khana acha ho,”he added.

His mother’s voice lit up over the phone. “Thik h, beta. Main sabhi cheezo ka dhyan rakhungi,” she said warmly.

With the arrangements set, Raj got back into his car , while Vihaan and Ishaan followed closely in their Mercedes. The cars drove through the rain-soaked streets toward Raj’s home, the storm continuing to rage around them, marking the beginning of an unexpected night.

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