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The next morning, Nishvika woke up early, freshened up, and came downstairs for breakfast. The dining table was already filled with the comforting aroma of freshly prepared food, and as always, the three of them spent a few peaceful moments chatting before beginning their busy day.

While having breakfast, she looked at her parents and said, "Mom, Dad, I might get late today. There's an important business conference in Lonavala this evening that I have to attend. So please have dinner and go to bed. Don't wait for me."

Her father smiled reassuringly before saying, "Alright. Drive safely and take care."

Nishvika nodded with a soft smile, picked up her laptop bag and car keys, hugged her mother briefly, and left for the office.

On the other side of the city, Shivarthik Oberoi was sitting inside his spacious cabin at Oberoi Industries, carefully reviewing a stack of project files.

The silence of the room was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," he said without looking up.

His personal assistant, Ashish, walked inside carrying a file in his hands.

"Sir, all the preparations for today's presentation are complete. Please have a look once as well."

"Alright. Show me."

Ashish handed him the documents.

Shivarthik carefully went through every file, every financial report, every blueprint, and every document related to their luxury hotel project. He never believed in leaving even the smallest detail to chance.

After checking everything, he closed the file and looked at Ashish.

"Today's business conference is extremely important for us. There shouldn't be even a single mistake."

"Yes, Sir," Ashish replied confidently before leaving the cabin.

Once again, silence settled in the room as Shivarthik continued checking a few remaining documents.

Just then, the cabin door swung open without a knock.

Shivarthik looked up and saw a well-dressed man in a perfectly tailored royal blue suit walking in confidently before casually occupying the chair opposite him.

Without missing a beat, Shivarthik frowned.

"Don't you have any manners? Bina knock kiye aa gaya tu andar?

(You just walked in without knocking?)"

The man laughed loudly. He was none other than Avyansh Singhania, CEO of AS Corporation and Shivarthik's childhood best friend.

Grinning mischievously, Avyansh replied,

"Abe chal na... auron ke liye hoga 'The Great CEO'. Mera toh langotiya yaar hai tu.

(Oh, come on... you may be 'The Great CEO' for everyone else, but for me, you're just my childhood best friend.)"

A faint smile appeared on Shivarthik's otherwise expressionless face.

Closing the file, he asked,

"By the way, why are you here? We were supposed to meet directly at the conference, weren't we?"

Avyansh shrugged casually.

"Yeah, we were. But I was free, so I thought why not go to the conference together? Everything's ready, right? After today, it'll be Oberoi Industries that everyone will be talking about."

Shivarthik smirked confidently.

"Let's hope so."

The two friends spent the next half an hour discussing the presentation, upcoming investors, and a few business strategies before finally leaving for Lonavala.

The drive took nearly one and a half hours.

As the winding roads led them through the lush green hills, they finally reached Della Resorts, the grand venue hosting one of the country's most prestigious business conferences.

Luxury cars were already lined up outside, while prominent CEOs, entrepreneurs, investors, and media representatives continued arriving from different parts of the country.

Shivarthik stepped out of his luxury car wearing a custom-made black pinstripe three-piece suit, tailored to perfection. The double-breasted waistcoat, paired with a matching blazer and trousers, gave him a commanding and authoritative appearance.

A paisley-patterned brown tie, neatly folded pocket square, and elegant silver lapel brooch with a decorative chain added a touch of royal sophistication.

His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, making his expression appear even more mysterious.

His sharp features, perfectly sculpted jawline, and intense gaze radiated confidence, discipline, and power. Before entering the conference hall, he calmly adjusted his blazer, a habit that reflected his perfectionist nature.

Every step he took carried quiet authority. Without uttering a single word, his aura demanded respect. He wasn't just another businessman—he was Shivarthik Oberoi, the billionaire CEO of Oberoi Industries, a man known for his unmatched business strategies, unwavering principles, and intimidating corporate presence.

Avyansh stepped out from the other side of the car, was dressed in a perfectly tailored navy-blue two-piece suit that enhanced his lean yet athletic physique.

Underneath, he wore a crisp white shirt, leaving the top two buttons casually undone, giving him an effortlessly charming and confident look. His polished black Oxford shoes completed the formal attire.

His slightly messy chocolate-brown hair framed his sharp jawline, while his calm hazel eyes carried the confidence of a successful businessman. (Did i tell you before that he has very beautiful green hazel eyes and our Shiv has honey brown eyes)

A subtle smile often lingered on his face, reflecting the easy-going personality hidden behind the title of CEO of AS Corporation.

Unlike most corporate leaders, Avyansh preferred simplicity over extravagance. His style was elegant, sophisticated, and effortlessly attractive, making him someone who could win people over with both his personality and presence.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, another sleek luxury car entered the resort premises.

Nishvika Mehra stepped out gracefully, adjusting the blazer of her perfectly tailored business suit.

She looked effortlessly elegant in a black tailored pantsuit, perfectly balancing professionalism and grace. The long structured blazer paired with wide-leg trousers complemented her confident personality, while the soft ivory high-neck blouse underneath added a subtle touch of sophistication.

She completed the look with nude pointed heels, a sleek black leather handbag, a delicate wristwatch, and minimal jewellery, proving that true elegance never needed extravagance.

Her long, soft brown hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, framing her graceful features. Her warm brown eyes reflected intelligence and determination, while the calm smile on her lips carried the quiet confidence of a woman who had earned her success through hard work.

With her laptop bag in one hand and unwavering confidence in every step, she walked like someone who belonged in every boardroom she entered. She wasn't trying to impress anyone—her work spoke louder than words.

As the young and brilliant CEO of Mehra Group & Companies, Nishvika carried herself with poise, intelligence, and quiet authority, leaving a lasting impression wherever she went.

With confidence reflecting in every step she took, she walked towards the grand entrance, completely unaware that destiny was about to bring two powerful lives onto the same path.

Before the launch of the Global Hospitality & Innovation Summit, Mumbai, the atmosphere inside the grand convention hall was nothing less than prestigious. India's biggest industrialists, foreign investors, renowned architects, business journalists, and top CEOs were present. Giant LED screens displayed the names of keynote speakers.

One name instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

Mr. Shivarthik Oberoi Chairman & CEO – Oberoi Industries.

The entire hall echoed with applause as the six-foot-three man, dressed in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, confidently walked onto the stage. His calm aura, sharp features, and commanding personality made him impossible to ignore.

Meanwhile, in the front row, another powerful personality sat gracefully.

Ms. Nishvika Mehra Founder & CEO – Mehra Group & Companies.

Unlike the others who were busy networking, Nishvika was silently observing everything around her. Being the CEO of India's fastest-growing AI and Cybersecurity company, she had a habit of noticing details everyone else ignored.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Shivarthik began in his deep voice.

"Today, Oberoi Industries is proud to unveil our most ambitious dream project..."

The LED behind him lit up.

'OBEROI AURELIA – India's First AI-Powered Seven-Star Luxury Hotel.'

The audience broke into applause.

The presentation showcased breathtaking visuals—floating infinity pools, underwater restaurants, AI-powered concierge systems, drone room service, robotic housekeeping, biometric security, and eco-friendly architecture.

International investors looked genuinely impressed.

"This project," Shivarthik continued confidently, "isn't just another luxury hotel. It's going to redefine hospitality in Asia."

Just as he clicked to reveal the financial projections, the screen suddenly flickered.

The presentation froze. Everyone frowned.

Then...

The elegant hotel design disappeared. Instead, the massive LED displayed flashing red letters.

PROJECT STOLE FROM FOREIGN COMPANIES

OBEROI INDUSTRIES IS A FRAUD

Gasps filled the auditorium. Everyone whispered and doubted Oberoi's.

Within seconds, confidential-looking documents, manipulated financial reports, and fake emails started appearing one after another.

"What the hell..."

Journalists immediately lifted their cameras. Investors exchanged suspicious looks. Reporters started whispering.

"Was this project copied?"

"Did Oberoi Industries hide losses?"

"Did Oberoi Industries really manipulate the reports?"

"Is this corporate fraud?"

Shivarthik frowned.

"This isn't our presentation."

He signaled his technical team. His IT department rushed towards the control room.

But before they could do anything...Every system locked itself. A message appeared.

ACCESS DENIED

The presentation remote stopped responding. Even the backup laptop had frozen. The hackers had infiltrated the entire conference network. One investor slowly stood.

"Mr. Oberoi..."

"If these documents are genuine, our investment discussions end here."

The atmosphere turned deadly silent. Shivarthik's jaw clenched. Years of hard work. His company's reputation. Everything was collapsing within minutes.

Several investors exchanged suspicious glances, while journalists immediately began recording the unfolding chaos. The same people who had been applauding Shivarthik Oberoi just moments ago were now questioning his integrity without a second thought.

Before anyone could say another word...

A clear, confident voice echoed through the silent auditorium.

"Seriously... you people never fail to amaze me."

Every head turned toward the source of the voice.

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