AUTHOR’S POV
The sleek, black elevator doors slid open, and Siddharth Nigam stepped out into the opulent lobby of the Nigam Group of Companies' headquarters. His imposing figure, clad in a tailored black suit, commanded attention. The air seemed to thicken as he moved, his presence casting a dark, foreboding shadow.
The employees, scattered throughout the lobby, froze, their eyes fixed on Siddharth. Fear flickered across their faces like a whispered secret, but the women's gazes lingered, their eyes drinking in his chiseled features and broad shoulders. They couldn't help but feel a flutter in their chests as they imagined those strong arms wrapping around them.
The receptionist, a young woman with a pixie cut, couldn't tear her eyes away from Siddharth's piercing gaze. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered what it would be like to have him look at her like that, to have him focus all his attention on her. Her mind began to wander, imagining the two of them alone in a dimly lit room, his hands exploring her body...
Siddharth's deep voice cut through the lobby's hushed atmosphere, snapping the receptionist back to reality. "Schedule a meeting with the marketing team. Now."
The receptionist nodded hastily, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she scrambled to comply. Siddharth's attention had already shifted, his focus on the waiting elevator.
As he strode toward the elevator, the women in the lobby couldn't help but steal glances at his retreating back. They whispered to each other, their voices barely audible over the soft hum of the air conditioning.
"Have you seen those eyes? They're like piercing ice..."
"I know, right? I felt like I was going to melt when he looked at me..."
"I wonder what he's like in bed..."
Their whispers were cut short as Siddharth disappeared into the elevator, leaving behind a lobby full of women who couldn't help but fantasize about the CEO's dominant presence.
The elevator doors closed, and Siddharth's gaze turned inward, his expression unreadable. But the women in the lobby knew that they would never forget the way he made them feel – like they were nothing more than fragile, delicate things, waiting to be crushed beneath his powerful fingers.
Siddharth Nigam strode into the conference room, his presence commanding attention. The marketing team, assembled before him, trembled slightly as he took his seat at the head of the table.
"So, let's get down to business," he said, his deep voice low and even. "I expect nothing but perfection from my team. Anything less is unacceptable."
The team members presented their strategies, each trying to impress Siddharth with their ideas. But he remained unimpressed, his expression a mask of calm, calculated intensity.
As the meeting drew to a close, Siddharth's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each team member. "I expect to see significant improvements in the next quarter," he said, his voice firm but controlled.
The team members nodded hastily, relieved that the meeting was over. Siddharth's aura was formidable, exuding an aura of power and authority that left them quivering.
As he exited the conference room, Siddharth's phone buzzed with an incoming call from the receptionist. "Sir, there's a young woman here to see you," she said, her voice hesitant. "She claims to be your sister, Mannat."
Siddharth's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of curiosity sparked in his eyes. "Send her in," he said, his voice firm.
As he waited for Mannat to arrive, Siddharth's mind flashed back to the night they first met. It was three years ago, and he had been walking down a dark alley at 1 am, searching for ice cream for his pregnant sister-in-law. That's when he saw Mannat, a young girl with fear evident on her face, running towards him.
"Please save me," she had pleaded, her eyes wide with terror.
Siddharth had dealt with the men chasing her, and then she had taken his hand and tied a rakhi around his wrist. "Aaj rakshabandhan hai, aur mera koi bhai nahi hai. Par meri raksha aap ne ki. Kya mai aapko bhai bula sakti hu?" she had asked, her eyes shining with gratitude.
Siddharth's face had remained expressionless, but he had nodded, intrigued by the young girl's spirit. "Meri bhi koi behen nahi hai. Naam kya hai tumhara?" he had asked.
"Mannat," she had replied, smiling up at him.
Now, as Siddharth waited for Mannat to arrive, he wondered what had brought her to his office today.
As I sat behind my desk, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about Mannat's sudden visit. We had kept in touch over the years, but I hadn't seen her since she'd left for college.
The door opened, and Mannat walked in, a bright smile on her face. She looked...different. Gone was the scared, vulnerable girl I'd saved from those men. In her place was a confident, radiant young woman.
"Mannat," I said, my voice neutral. "What brings you here?"
She walked up to my desk, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Bhai, I'm getting married!" she exclaimed, holding out her hand to show me the ring.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Married?" I repeated. "You're only 23, Mannat. Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Mannat nodded enthusiastically. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, bhai. I've found the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
I studied her face, searching for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. But all I saw was happiness and conviction.
"I see," I said finally, leaning back in my chair. "And what does your fiancé do?"
Mannat launched into a enthusiastic description of her fiancé's job, his family, and their plans for the future. I listened attentively, my expression neutral.
As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility towards Mannat. She was like a little sister to me, and I wanted to make sure she was making the right decision.
When she finished speaking, I nodded thoughtfully. "I'm happy for you, Mannat. But I need to meet your fiancé before I give you my blessing."
Mannat's face lit up with a smile. "I knew you'd be happy for me, bhai! And of course, you'll meet him soon. I want you to be there for my wedding, to give me away."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the request. But as I looked into Mannat's eager face, I knew I couldn't refuse her.
As Mannat continued to speak, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her voice took on a dreamy quality. "Bhai, it's going to be a destination wedding, at this beautiful resort in Goa. We've planned a whole weekend of celebrations, with all our friends and family. And I really want you to be there, to be a part of all the rituals and ceremonies."
She leaned forward, her hands clasped together in enthusiasm. "Just imagine it, bhai - the sun setting over the ocean, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and us exchanging our vows in front of everyone we love. It's going to be so romantic and perfect!"
I listened to her, my expression neutral, but a small part of me was touched by her excitement and enthusiasm. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen someone so happy and carefree.
"When is this wedding supposed to take place?" I asked, my voice a little softer than before.
Mannat's face lit up with a smile. "It's at the end of this month, bhai. Just a few weeks from now. And I really want you to be there, to give me away and be a part of all the celebrations."
"I'll be there, Mannat," I said finally, my voice firm.
Mannat's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Thank you so much, bhai! I'll send you all the details. You have to be there for the entire weekend, okay?"
I nodded curtly, my expression softening slightly at Mannat's enthusiasm. "I'll be there, Mannat. And I'll make sure to give you away on your special day."
Mannat's eyes shone with tears as she threw her arms around me. "Thank you, bhai," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're the best brother a girl could ask for."
As Mannat pulled back from the hug, I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box.
"I have something for you," I said, handing her the box.
Mannat's eyes widened with surprise as she took the box from me. "What is it, bhai?" she asked, her fingers eagerly unwrapping the paper.
Inside the box was a beautiful, delicate silver necklace with a small crystal pendant. Mannat's eyes sparkled with delight as she lifted the necklace out of the box.
"It's beautiful, bhai!" she exclaimed, hugging me again. "Thank you so much!"
I smiled slightly, pleased that she liked the gift. "You're welcome, Mannat. I'm glad you like it."
Mannat put on the necklace and admired herself in the mirror on my wall. "I'll wear it on my wedding day," she said, smiling at me.
I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I was glad I could make her happy.
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