22-12-2025, 05:57 PM
Chapter 13 --- Continued
Prem exploded. Stop it its Unreasonable! Grudge on me — bring it on me. Why her?"
Aaravind mocked innocence. "Don't you know? I love seeing her as entrepreneur. Nothing else.
Whatever dirty crosses your mind is yours, not mine."
Prem: I know you are the reason why all my other clients are putting my projects on Hold.
Aravind said: You should have predicted the day when you quarelled with me in the party hall.. Deal or no Deal
Prem: we wont sell our dignity…
Grinned at Rohan. "Hey, Rohan - You got a chance now….outcome from couple is no deal… if you convince Nivisha madam, I can sign your deal too. What say?"
Rohan stepped forward and punched Aaravind clean on the nose — a sharp crack, blood spurting instantly.
"Add a legal notice for this too," Rohan said calmly. "I'll face it."
Aaravind shouted, clutching his nose. "Who do you think you are? Securities!"
Rohan shushed him, finger to his lips. "Don't make the staff hear the CFO got beaten. Bad for company image."
He turned back to Prem.
Prem and Nivi stood stunned, minds racing. How in the world does a mid-level tech guy have the guts to punch one of the most powerful men in the company? Is he mad?
Rohan spoke evenly. "I heard this gentleman blocked all your projects with other companies, right?"
Nivi nodded. "Yes... sir."
Rohan: "I can fix it."
Prem scoffed. "You can have fifteen years' experience, but don't bluff here."
Rohan handed over his visiting card — simple, elegant, reading only "Rohan" and a contact number. No title, no company, no other details.
Rohan continued, voice steady. "You don't need to trust me. I'm not helping you. I'm just teaching him" — he nodded at Aaravind — "that being powerful comes with responsibility too. If I get your contracts back, his arrogance will be buried."
He paused. "Before tonight, every client will call and resume your projects. Just WhatsApp me all your client details."
Then, to Prem: "Call me tomorrow — you'll have all your contracts back."
Rohan turned to Aaravind. "We will meet soon," he said coolly, and walked away.
Moments later, Nivi and Prem decided to leave the place.
Before exiting, Nivi turned to Aaravind, voice firm and clear.
"Back then, I trusted you as a friend. You harmed me. Now you're doing it again. You know how strong and determined I am. We will rise together. It's just one business you blocked — we'll start something new. I wanted to think of it as a misunderstanding, but for the second time, you've proved you haven't changed."
"Let's go, Prem."
Nivi walked out with him, head high.
Prem had never heard Nivi speak this boldly — no surrender, no fear.
Hours passed…. Both watching TV while Aaara playing with her toys, Nivi stared at the card.
The font of "Rohan" — elegant, distinctive. She'd seen it somewhere... that Mercedes Benz from the accident?
She was intrigued, but dismissed it. No relation.
She asked Prem, "Did you send the client details?"
Prem shook his head. "No."
Prem: "He's some madman, just proving he's tough. Showing off. Ignore him."
Nivi took out her mobile, saved the number, and asked Prem for the client details.
Prem hesitated, then sighed. "Okay, I'll give. But Rohan won't convince anyone. Don't get disappointed."
Nivi: "Don't say that without trying."
She got the list and sent it.
That night, she couldn't sleep.
The harasser from her past was back.
She recalled how overjoyed she'd felt seeing Aaravind at the party hall — thinking he still looked out for her, like old times. She thought it was the age factor which would have made Aravind to do recklessly back then now with responsibilities married he would have been changed.. But he failed her..
Ever since marriage, her world had felt small. Just three people: Aara, Prem, and fatherly Pratap.
She'd hoped Aaravind could join as a good friend.
But he failed her. Completely.
She lost all confidence in how her life would be from now on — without a single true soul around her apart from Aara.
Her mobile blinked at 10:30 PM.
Message: Got your clients list! Thanks. With regards, Rohan.
Prem exploded. Stop it its Unreasonable! Grudge on me — bring it on me. Why her?"
Aaravind mocked innocence. "Don't you know? I love seeing her as entrepreneur. Nothing else.
Whatever dirty crosses your mind is yours, not mine."
Prem: I know you are the reason why all my other clients are putting my projects on Hold.
Aravind said: You should have predicted the day when you quarelled with me in the party hall.. Deal or no Deal
Prem: we wont sell our dignity…
Grinned at Rohan. "Hey, Rohan - You got a chance now….outcome from couple is no deal… if you convince Nivisha madam, I can sign your deal too. What say?"
Rohan stepped forward and punched Aaravind clean on the nose — a sharp crack, blood spurting instantly.
"Add a legal notice for this too," Rohan said calmly. "I'll face it."
Aaravind shouted, clutching his nose. "Who do you think you are? Securities!"
Rohan shushed him, finger to his lips. "Don't make the staff hear the CFO got beaten. Bad for company image."
He turned back to Prem.
Prem and Nivi stood stunned, minds racing. How in the world does a mid-level tech guy have the guts to punch one of the most powerful men in the company? Is he mad?
Rohan spoke evenly. "I heard this gentleman blocked all your projects with other companies, right?"
Nivi nodded. "Yes... sir."
Rohan: "I can fix it."
Prem scoffed. "You can have fifteen years' experience, but don't bluff here."
Rohan handed over his visiting card — simple, elegant, reading only "Rohan" and a contact number. No title, no company, no other details.
Rohan continued, voice steady. "You don't need to trust me. I'm not helping you. I'm just teaching him" — he nodded at Aaravind — "that being powerful comes with responsibility too. If I get your contracts back, his arrogance will be buried."
He paused. "Before tonight, every client will call and resume your projects. Just WhatsApp me all your client details."
Then, to Prem: "Call me tomorrow — you'll have all your contracts back."
Rohan turned to Aaravind. "We will meet soon," he said coolly, and walked away.
Moments later, Nivi and Prem decided to leave the place.
Before exiting, Nivi turned to Aaravind, voice firm and clear.
"Back then, I trusted you as a friend. You harmed me. Now you're doing it again. You know how strong and determined I am. We will rise together. It's just one business you blocked — we'll start something new. I wanted to think of it as a misunderstanding, but for the second time, you've proved you haven't changed."
"Let's go, Prem."
Nivi walked out with him, head high.
Prem had never heard Nivi speak this boldly — no surrender, no fear.
Hours passed…. Both watching TV while Aaara playing with her toys, Nivi stared at the card.
The font of "Rohan" — elegant, distinctive. She'd seen it somewhere... that Mercedes Benz from the accident?
She was intrigued, but dismissed it. No relation.
She asked Prem, "Did you send the client details?"
Prem shook his head. "No."
Prem: "He's some madman, just proving he's tough. Showing off. Ignore him."
Nivi took out her mobile, saved the number, and asked Prem for the client details.
Prem hesitated, then sighed. "Okay, I'll give. But Rohan won't convince anyone. Don't get disappointed."
Nivi: "Don't say that without trying."
She got the list and sent it.
That night, she couldn't sleep.
The harasser from her past was back.
She recalled how overjoyed she'd felt seeing Aaravind at the party hall — thinking he still looked out for her, like old times. She thought it was the age factor which would have made Aravind to do recklessly back then now with responsibilities married he would have been changed.. But he failed her..
Ever since marriage, her world had felt small. Just three people: Aara, Prem, and fatherly Pratap.
She'd hoped Aaravind could join as a good friend.
But he failed her. Completely.
She lost all confidence in how her life would be from now on — without a single true soul around her apart from Aara.
Her mobile blinked at 10:30 PM.
Message: Got your clients list! Thanks. With regards, Rohan.
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