Unwritten beginnings
The office smelled faintly of fresh coffe and new paper the scent of beginnings .Tanya mehra adjusted the sleeves of her pastel blaser ,her notebook tucked tightly under her arm .Meet beauty by tanya was still small compared to the titans of industry ,but it carried her soul in every shade,every formula,every idea.
She had spent the week walking into boardrooms filled with polished shoes,steel watches ,and practical smiles . Three companies down each meeting leaving her both drained and determained. Tommorow the final one . The one of her investors whispered about . The one she secretly circled on her calander with trembling hand .
Malhotra industries
The name carrys weight, influence ,legacy .
And behind it all Arav malhotra a man she had never seen in years ,but whose name couldn't forget .
Arav's introduction
Across the city ,high above the glass and neon lights, Arav malhotra closed the last page of quarterly report .Numbers ,Profits and stratagies his world moved in graphs and contracts . A world where emotions have no currency .
Yet as his secretry reminded him of tommorows meeting "a small but raising beauty brand . A flicker of curious broke his calm mask .
He rarely paid attention to pitches . But this name ...Tanya mehra...felt oddly familier,like a whisper from childhood he had burried under boardrooms and responsibility .
...The end ...
