At Meher's office,

she was busy organizing her files when the door burst open.

"What the actual hell are you doing?" the man yelled, slamming his hands on the table.

She looked up, leaned back in her chair, and replied, "The thing that Papa-sa should have done a long time ago."

"Mr. Haidri, sit down and have some water," she said, sliding a glass toward him.

"What the hell! Keep calm!" he snapped, shoving the glass away and shattering it on the floor.

"You withdrew all the shares and told others to do what you want? Ugh!" he exclaimed, frustration clear on his face.

"Your company has been involved in illegal activities, Mr. Haidri. Why am I even telling you this? You must know about it, right?"

He stared at her in shock, disbelief washing over him. "Wh-what are you saying? What illegal things?"

"Oh, come on, Mr. Haidri, don’t play innocent. Drug dealing and more—you’re knee-deep in it. And you must be wondering how I found out."

Meher leaned in, her gaze unwavering. "Well, as you can see, I joined as CEO when I returned from Edinburgh(Scottland). On my first day, I decided to check the background of the companies we were dealing with, and guess what? I uncovered all your dirty little secrets."

"You can’t do this!" he protested, his voice rising.

"Oh, but I can," Meher shot back, a confident smirk on her lips.

"I'm the CEO, and I won’t let my company suffer because of your mess. And about telling others? Come on, Mr. Haidri, I’m not a snitch. They’ve probably done the same thing."

His face paled as he processed her words, the weight of his situation settling in.

She dialed the telephone and said, "Send security to my cabin to escort Mr. Haidri." A slight smirk played on her lips as she looked at the man in front of her.

As the security escorted him out of the cabin, her personal assistant walked in. "Ma'am, the meeting is about to start," she said. Meher hummed in response, getting up from her chair.

"Please ask someone to clean up this mess," she said, glancing at the broken glass on the floor.

Meanwhile, at Rathore Industries...

A man came running and barged inside Vikram's cabin.

“DON'T YOU—” Vikram's words were cut off mid-sentence. His PA, breathless, interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s urgent.”

Vikram sighed, clearly irritated, and rose from his seat. He removed his coat, tossing it over the back of his chair, and began rolling up his sleeves, his sharp eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

“Hmm, continue,” he said in a low, controlled voice.

“Mr. Haidri’s company is on the verge of bankruptcy,” his PA stammered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.

“It seems Chauhan Industries, who were their biggest shareholder, have withdrawn their shares. After that, many other investors followed suit.”

Vikram’s expression remained cold and unreadable as he asked, “And?”

The PA swallowed hard, clearly intimidated. “Sir, Mr. Haidri has requested an urgent meeting with you.”

Vikram's eyes narrowed. “Of course, he has,” he muttered, tapping his fingers against his desk.

Both Rathore Industries and Chauhan Industries were top players in the market, known for their dominance and fierce competition.

He knew the impact of Chauhan pulling out of Haidri’s business—this move was no coincidence. After a moment of silence, he looked directly at his PA.

“Set up the meeting. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning,” Vikram ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the PA said, nodding quickly as he rushed to make the arrangements.

As the door closed behind him, Vikram sat back in his chair. he looked at the frame infront of him and a flashback hit him

FLASHBACK

Vikram was engrossed in his work when someone barged into his office.

“DIDN'T I TELL YOU—” his voice, initially sharp, softened immediately as he saw who it was. It was his wife, his life, his everything. He stood up at once, his stern expression melting into affection.

“Haww, now I need permission to come in?” Shanaya’s voice was playfully dramatic.

“No, my love, if I knew it was you, I’d never raise my voice,” Vikram said as he walked toward her.

“Better not! Or I’ll ruin that handsome face of yours,” she huffed, folding her arms in mock annoyance.

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “You could never ruin anything. You make everything better,” he murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Shanaya relaxed in his embrace, a smile spreading across her face.

"Come, sit. I brought lunch for you. I know my Mr. Perfect must be so busy that he’ll forget to eat, so here I am with his favorite food," she said, her tone teasing but affectionate.

“My favorite food is you,” Vikram replied with a mischievous grin, back hugging her and whispering in her ear.

“Aiyo, it’s your office!” Shanaya blushed deeply, trying to maintain her composure.

“But my home is wherever you are,and right now you are in my arms,” he said, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Shanaya laughed softly, gently pushing him away. “Alright, Mr. Romantic, let’s eat before food gets cold.”

Vikram reluctantly let go, still holding her hand as they sat down to enjoy the meal she had brought.

“You spoil me, you know that?” he said, taking a bite of the food.

“Well, someone has to take care of you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with love.

FLASHBACK END

A hot tear rolled down his cheek as memories of Shanaya overwhelmed him. "I don’t have a home anymore," he whispered, his voice thick with sorrow.

"That house isn’t where I belong. I belong with you, Shanaya. To be with you."