21-12-2025, 12:11 PM
Chapter 11 Continuation ....
Nivi.
Graceful in saree, laughing with guests.
This woman… morning accident. Now here?
Intrigued.
He'd forgotten the bump almost immediately — busy day.
But second time in hours.
Her fair beauty, curves, innocent panic from morning — now composed, glowing.
He measured her with his eyes, can't help it.
PA entered with file.
Rohan removed suit jacket, rolled sleeves — looked like formal staff checking accounts.
Suddenly, watchman reported commotion.
Rohan glanced at screen — man arguing with host.
Aaravind's voice cut through the warm buzz of the hall, sharp and loud.
"You promised full sign-off! Used funds for demos without approval — I'll sue!"
The crowd tensed instantly — conversations died, glasses paused mid-air, eyes turning.
Prem's face flushed with rage and humiliation.
Rohan, in the adjacent office reviewing accounts, frowned at the monitor feed. Rohan hates commotion in his property.
He grabbed a random file from the desk — prop to blend — rolled his sleeves higher, and walked out casually, like any staff member checking noise.
Approached the group just as Aaravind shifted tactic, his tone turning oily, eyes fixed on Nivi with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Fine, no legal for now," he said, loud enough for nearby guests to hear.
"But we need to settle this properly. Full commitment, like we discussed. Sit down, talk terms... maybe Nivi can join. She always had a good head for business — knows how to smooth things over, close a deal the right way."
The words hung cryptic, layered — "smooth things over," "close a deal" — but the leer in his gaze as it raked her saree-clad figure, lingering on her curves, made the implication unmistakable to the crowd.
Whispers rippled immediately.
"Did he just...?"
"Talking about her like that?"
"Disgusting."
Prem froze a second, then fury exploded. "The amount is deposited by your company! I didn't touch a rupee other than for demos and its submitted at your office — it's all accounted!"
Aaravind smirked. "Verbal commitment means nothing. Only written. You came to my office this morning for the sign-off — and walked away without it. Return the money, or I'll sue. Blacklist you in every circle. No one will touch your little startup."
Prem's jaw clenched, determined. Silence — but not surrender.
Aaravind saw the silence, leaned in closer to Nivi with that oily smile, voice low but loud enough for the nearby crowd to hear.
"Maybe Nivi can come with me to my guesthouse. We can discuss the business there — privately. It would be a better anniversary gift for you both."
He paused, eyes raking her slowly.
"Let Prem treat the guests here while we... sort things out."
The implication hung heavy — "discuss business" twisted into something intimate, the guesthouse a clear proposition.
Crowd tensed harder, whispers sharp.
"That's low..."
"Did he just suggest...?"
Nivi's face flushed with shock and fury.
Prem's blood boiled — he stepped forward, hand shooting out to grab Aaravind's collar.
Before he could connect, a sharp knock cracked on Aaravind's head from behind.
Rohan.
Aaravind spun, rubbing his skull. "Who the hell—?"
Rohan stood calm, voice deep and even. "Doesn't matter. You crossed limits here."
Aaravind eyed the file tucked under Rohan's arm, the rolled sleeves, the plain shirt — mistook him completely for a desperate Marketing person on a similar IT Outsourcing company men who'd been hounding him for signatures on another deal.
"You? The beggar following me everywhere with files? Stop trailing me for your damn contract! Begging like Prem here? Guts to lecture me now?"
Second slap — harder, echoing.
"Get out."
Aaravind stormed off, fuming, shouting over his shoulder as he pushed through the doors.
"It's done! I won't sign your damn contract! Set foot in my office again, I'll kick your ass!"
The hall fell silent a beat, then murmurs rose.
Rohan didn't linger — turned smoothly, file in hand, walked back toward the office like nothing happened.
Prem followed quickly, overthinking already spinning worst-case.
He assumed Rohan was some mid-level Tech guy who'd lost a big deal intervening in their mess.
"Sir, sorry — you got involved unnecessarily, probably lost your contract because of us."
Prem handed his visiting card hastily. "Don't worry. Let's work together — I owe you."
Rohan paused, puzzled inwardly — Who is this guy? Thinking I'm some desperate salesman?
Nivi followed too, gentle smile. "Hello, I'm Nivisha Prem. He's my husband. It's our anniversary — please join us for dinner at least. Thank you for standing up like that."
Rohan looked at her properly — third time today. This is first time he saw her this close..
Morning accident glimpse — panicked beauty running away.
Monitor feed — graceful in saree.
Now close — fair skin flushed slightly, eyes warm, voice soft.
Tempted, pulse quickening. He knows he could not resiste.. He himself surprised by how they mistook him for a cheap sort of… He smiled inside.. He is Powerful man — women threw themselves at him with a glance. But this lady and her husband…. Any he is not greedy. Not psycho chasing every beauty. He decided to leave them alone and move …
He is Married. Kids in Kerala. He has no idea of lusting for any strangers.
He just saud… "No, thanks."
He nodded politely, walked out.
His driver had parked outside — hall lot full for the party.
As he left, Prem and Nivi exchanged glances.
Good man.
Lost a deal helping us.
Guilt passed over them.
Not knowing his real identity.
Nivi.
Graceful in saree, laughing with guests.
This woman… morning accident. Now here?
Intrigued.
He'd forgotten the bump almost immediately — busy day.
But second time in hours.
Her fair beauty, curves, innocent panic from morning — now composed, glowing.
He measured her with his eyes, can't help it.
PA entered with file.
Rohan removed suit jacket, rolled sleeves — looked like formal staff checking accounts.
Suddenly, watchman reported commotion.
Rohan glanced at screen — man arguing with host.
Aaravind's voice cut through the warm buzz of the hall, sharp and loud.
"You promised full sign-off! Used funds for demos without approval — I'll sue!"
The crowd tensed instantly — conversations died, glasses paused mid-air, eyes turning.
Prem's face flushed with rage and humiliation.
Rohan, in the adjacent office reviewing accounts, frowned at the monitor feed. Rohan hates commotion in his property.
He grabbed a random file from the desk — prop to blend — rolled his sleeves higher, and walked out casually, like any staff member checking noise.
Approached the group just as Aaravind shifted tactic, his tone turning oily, eyes fixed on Nivi with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Fine, no legal for now," he said, loud enough for nearby guests to hear.
"But we need to settle this properly. Full commitment, like we discussed. Sit down, talk terms... maybe Nivi can join. She always had a good head for business — knows how to smooth things over, close a deal the right way."
The words hung cryptic, layered — "smooth things over," "close a deal" — but the leer in his gaze as it raked her saree-clad figure, lingering on her curves, made the implication unmistakable to the crowd.
Whispers rippled immediately.
"Did he just...?"
"Talking about her like that?"
"Disgusting."
Prem froze a second, then fury exploded. "The amount is deposited by your company! I didn't touch a rupee other than for demos and its submitted at your office — it's all accounted!"
Aaravind smirked. "Verbal commitment means nothing. Only written. You came to my office this morning for the sign-off — and walked away without it. Return the money, or I'll sue. Blacklist you in every circle. No one will touch your little startup."
Prem's jaw clenched, determined. Silence — but not surrender.
Aaravind saw the silence, leaned in closer to Nivi with that oily smile, voice low but loud enough for the nearby crowd to hear.
"Maybe Nivi can come with me to my guesthouse. We can discuss the business there — privately. It would be a better anniversary gift for you both."
He paused, eyes raking her slowly.
"Let Prem treat the guests here while we... sort things out."
The implication hung heavy — "discuss business" twisted into something intimate, the guesthouse a clear proposition.
Crowd tensed harder, whispers sharp.
"That's low..."
"Did he just suggest...?"
Nivi's face flushed with shock and fury.
Prem's blood boiled — he stepped forward, hand shooting out to grab Aaravind's collar.
Before he could connect, a sharp knock cracked on Aaravind's head from behind.
Rohan.
Aaravind spun, rubbing his skull. "Who the hell—?"
Rohan stood calm, voice deep and even. "Doesn't matter. You crossed limits here."
Aaravind eyed the file tucked under Rohan's arm, the rolled sleeves, the plain shirt — mistook him completely for a desperate Marketing person on a similar IT Outsourcing company men who'd been hounding him for signatures on another deal.
"You? The beggar following me everywhere with files? Stop trailing me for your damn contract! Begging like Prem here? Guts to lecture me now?"
Second slap — harder, echoing.
"Get out."
Aaravind stormed off, fuming, shouting over his shoulder as he pushed through the doors.
"It's done! I won't sign your damn contract! Set foot in my office again, I'll kick your ass!"
The hall fell silent a beat, then murmurs rose.
Rohan didn't linger — turned smoothly, file in hand, walked back toward the office like nothing happened.
Prem followed quickly, overthinking already spinning worst-case.
He assumed Rohan was some mid-level Tech guy who'd lost a big deal intervening in their mess.
"Sir, sorry — you got involved unnecessarily, probably lost your contract because of us."
Prem handed his visiting card hastily. "Don't worry. Let's work together — I owe you."
Rohan paused, puzzled inwardly — Who is this guy? Thinking I'm some desperate salesman?
Nivi followed too, gentle smile. "Hello, I'm Nivisha Prem. He's my husband. It's our anniversary — please join us for dinner at least. Thank you for standing up like that."
Rohan looked at her properly — third time today. This is first time he saw her this close..
Morning accident glimpse — panicked beauty running away.
Monitor feed — graceful in saree.
Now close — fair skin flushed slightly, eyes warm, voice soft.
Tempted, pulse quickening. He knows he could not resiste.. He himself surprised by how they mistook him for a cheap sort of… He smiled inside.. He is Powerful man — women threw themselves at him with a glance. But this lady and her husband…. Any he is not greedy. Not psycho chasing every beauty. He decided to leave them alone and move …
He is Married. Kids in Kerala. He has no idea of lusting for any strangers.
He just saud… "No, thanks."
He nodded politely, walked out.
His driver had parked outside — hall lot full for the party.
As he left, Prem and Nivi exchanged glances.
Good man.
Lost a deal helping us.
Guilt passed over them.
Not knowing his real identity.
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