22-12-2025, 04:33 PM
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Chapter 12 – Continued....
Rohan was cautious about image — his empire built on discretion, clean lines, no scandals.
Private matter? Fine. Handle your obsessions quietly — sleep with who you want, chase ghosts from the past.
But dragging the company's name into it? Threatening lawsuits on letterhead, misusing demo funds for leverage?
No.
Unacceptable.
He had never stepped foot in Largebase headquarters — seven years since incorporation, perfectly content with silent profits, quarterly reports, and the occasional dividend wire.
No need to show his face.
Until tonight.
Now?
Time to.
Aaravind had crossed the line — turned personal poison into corporate liability.
Rohan would handle it.
Personally.
And that woman — Nivi.
Her face lingered in his mind, uninvited, sharper than the others.
Morning accident — flustered beauty.
Hall monitor — composed grace.
Close invitation — warm eyes, soft guilt.
Three times.
Not coincidence.
Destiny? Wild thought for a man like him — pragmatic, calculated.
He pushed it down.
Focused on business.
But decided.
Action.
Aaravind's team arrived the next morning to Prem place with a legal notice, "Sign the deal immediately or pay 10 crore penalty for breach of agreement." They hand overed the documents and went asking to come back to office soon.
Nivi read it first, scanning the paper at the breakfast table, eyes fierce — a flash of fire Prem had never seen before, like steel under silk.
"I'll come with you," she said, voice steady, no hesitation.
Prem blinked, surprised but nodding.
They decided: Meet a lawyer first.
Get advice.
Before facing Aaravind.
Rohan was cautious about image — his empire built on discretion, clean lines, no scandals.
Private matter? Fine. Handle your obsessions quietly — sleep with who you want, chase ghosts from the past.
But dragging the company's name into it? Threatening lawsuits on letterhead, misusing demo funds for leverage?
No.
Unacceptable.
He had never stepped foot in Largebase headquarters — seven years since incorporation, perfectly content with silent profits, quarterly reports, and the occasional dividend wire.
No need to show his face.
Until tonight.
Now?
Time to.
Aaravind had crossed the line — turned personal poison into corporate liability.
Rohan would handle it.
Personally.
And that woman — Nivi.
Her face lingered in his mind, uninvited, sharper than the others.
Morning accident — flustered beauty.
Hall monitor — composed grace.
Close invitation — warm eyes, soft guilt.
Three times.
Not coincidence.
Destiny? Wild thought for a man like him — pragmatic, calculated.
He pushed it down.
Focused on business.
But decided.
Action.
Aaravind's team arrived the next morning to Prem place with a legal notice, "Sign the deal immediately or pay 10 crore penalty for breach of agreement." They hand overed the documents and went asking to come back to office soon.
Nivi read it first, scanning the paper at the breakfast table, eyes fierce — a flash of fire Prem had never seen before, like steel under silk.
"I'll come with you," she said, voice steady, no hesitation.
Prem blinked, surprised but nodding.
They decided: Meet a lawyer first.
Get advice.
Before facing Aaravind.


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