𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿:𝟭 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮

5:00 AM.

Mumbai hadn't fully woken up yet. The first rays of the sun reflected off the glass walls of a 148-storey skyscraper.

This wasn't just another corporate building.

It was the headquarters of the 𝗦𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, a name built on discipline, trust, and power. For decades, the Sisodia legacy had stood among India's most respected business empires.

The golden Sisodia emblem gleamed at the top of the tower as the city slowly came to life.

There is absolute silence in the entrance hall and reception. Security guards are checking their uniforms, and the receptionist and a few employees are checking files.

No big investors, ministers, or business partners were coming; it was just a normal day, and they were following their daily routine.

A matte-black BMW car stopped at the gate. The driver came out and opened the passenger seat door. A person wearing a black tailored 3-piece suit came out from inside.

He was wearing a premium watch and sunglasses and went inside the office.

As soon as they saw him, everyone stood up straight. Nobody dared to wish him "Good Morning." Everyone looked down and thought it was best to stay quiet.

He just took one glance at everyone and started walking inside.

The lift was already waiting for him. Everyone knew his rules, and if anyone didn't follow them, they might not be present in the office tomorrow.

He took the lift to the 146th floor toward the conference room.

In the room, there were 28 ministers, 10 investors, and some other people. Everyone was sitting quietly; only one chair was empty.

The door opened, and as soon as that man walked inside, everyone stood up straight on their own. The room went into absolute, pin-drop silence.

He came and sat on his king-sized chair and only said this much: "Start the meeting."

That was enough. Everyone started the meeting without saying anything else.

An investor turned on the projector, showing a graph of how much profit their company makes per month. "Sir! You can clearly see if you sign this deal you will have so much profit”,he said confidently.”

So! Mr. Walia... tell me something."

"Yes Sir."

"If your profits increased..."

"Yes Sir."

"Then why did your employee resign yesterday?"

Everyone becomes confused.

Then...

He changes the graph.

Mr. Walia shocked.His fake profit graph had changed, and the file dropped from his hands.

"W-Wh-What? How is this possible?"

"I don't sign deals with liars!" He said expressionlessly.

An execution officer became very nervous. He started stammering, barely keeping himself under control.

“So! What about the Dubai deal expansion and progress?"

"It's good, sir! See," a projector showed a graph. "The profits are And the progress is satisfactory!" he said with a little fear.

"Satisfactory?... Huh! Satisfaction is not in my dictionary! I want that red line 12-day delay to not be seen again!"

Everyone's gaze went right there. On checking, a red line was visible that nobody else had noticed.

Everyone was shocked. One minister thought, 'Sisodias are dangerously interesting! What everyone overlooked, he caught! Wow!'

"Meeting over!"The officer remained frozen, sitting in his chair.

That man left the room and started walking. He took the lift to the 148th floor, entering the only cabin present there, which was his.

The door opened into a classy, not over-decorated room. Behind the table was a glass window from where all of Mumbai was visible. Right in the top-middle of the window was the Sisodia symbol.

He went and sat on his chair, taking off his coat.

On the table there was ablack desk plaque with golden letters: ARYAVEER SINGH SISODIA

CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER (CEO)

That's what was written. Aryaveer Sisodia was the younger heir. He had taken over the business at the age of 25, and for 4 years, he had been taking the business to great heights.

His phone vibrated. Upon picking up the call, a heavy but calming voice came, "Arya beta! Kaisi rahi meeting? Yeh poochne ko call nahi kiya, HAHAHA! Ghar aajao breakfast ke liye! Aaram se aana."

A smile appeared on Aryaveer's face. "Ji! Dadu saa!"

The call cut. Aryaveer picked up his coat and left.

Sitting in the car, Aryaveer was reading the newspaper. His eyes caught a specific news item.

It was written: "Malhotra Empire's new heir has made history. First youngest female CEO cracked another deal with Shekhawat Textiles. Signed 50 Cr. deal."

Aryaveer muttered, "Wow! Another deal. Iss CEO mei kuchh khaas toh hai... Chalo future mei shayad humara aamna-saamna hoga toh kafi interesting hoga."

The car stopped in front of a mansion—or rather, a palace.

On the gate, it was written in golden letters: "SISODIA Palace"

The guards opened the gate, and the car went inside. Moving ahead, there was a huge garden. The driver parked the car, stepped out, and opened the door for Aryaveer.

Aryaveer went inside the house. Everyone was sitting in the hall, talking. The Sisodia family rarely stayed out unless it was for business; at home, they were a sweet family.

Kiara taunted him, "Bhai! Is wardrobe include any other colours also rather than black?"

Aryaveer replied, "yes!"

Rudra asked shockingly, "Which ?"

Aryaveer, busy on his phone, said, "Dark black!"

Rudra: "..."

Kiara: "...."

Veeransh laughed, "Veer bhai's wardrobe new colour is unlocked!"

Aryaveer put his phone aside and sat down to have breakfast.

Dadi Sa, showing affection, said, "Veer! I made your favorite, Shahi Paneer."

Aryaveer smiled, "Nice! It is all mine."

Kiara became surprised, "No! I'll also eat it"

Aryaveer picked up the vegetable bowl and started running. "First you have to catch me!"

Everyone was watching the two of them running around like a game of cat and mouse.

Rajveer Sa (Dada Sa) said in a slightly loud voice, "both you come and sit here!"

Both of them sat down properly.

Everyone started laughing.