"Ishq hai."
"Kisse?"
"Apni rani sahiba se."
╰─➤ 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑.
➥ An independent and spirited event designer, she carries the weight of past traumas while striving for success in her career. Guarded by walls built from pas...
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Yuvraj Singh Raichand, a man of unwavering determination, found himself engulfed in the chaos of another day at the office.
As he stepped into his spacious corner office, the weight of the world seemed to settle upon his shoulders. His employee, Mr. Kapoor, greeted him with a sympathetic smile, his eyes visiting the concern he felt for his well-being.
"Mr. Raichand, you look exhausted," he remarked, his voice laced with genuine worry. "Perhaps you should take a break."
Yuvraj waved him off with a tired smile. "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Kapoor, but I have too much on my plate to take a break now."
As he settled into his plush leather chair, his mind raced with the countless tasks that awaited his attention.
Reports to review, meetings to attend, decisions to be made-all awaiting for his immediate focus.
Throughout the day, his employees approached him with issues, each more pressing than the last. Their voices blended together in urgency, their words a constant reminder of the challenges he faced as the head of the company.
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but we need your approval on the Johnson project," one of his junior executives pleaded, desperation evident in his tone.
Yuvraj sighed wearily, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "I'll look into it as soon as I can," he promised, though he knew his schedule offered little time.
As the hours stretched on, the weight of his responsibilities grew heavier with each passing moment. Yet, despite the exhaustion that threatened to consume him, Yuvraj remained resolute in his determination to see the day through to its end. For he knew that in the world of business, there could be no rest for the weary.
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I let out yet another sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on me as I shifted through the contents of the blue file.
"Mrs. Sharma, are you sure you are going to present this infront of the Verma's?" my tone sharper, though, I tried my best not to.
"I'm so.. Sorry sir, I'll revise it again.." The young lady spoke infront of me, fear visible in her voice.
I placed the file on my desk with more force than necessary, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.
