The distant sound of my alarm cut through the silence of the room, but I was already awake. I didn't need an alarm to keep me on scheduleâmy body was habitual to wake up at 5:00 a.m. sharp. Discipline had been my currency long before I had wealth.
The gym in my penthouse was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of the treadmill beneath my feet. My morning workout wasn't negotiable. It cleared my head, sharpened my focus. By the time I finished and stepped into the shower, my mind was already running through the day ahead. As I buttoned up my shirt, the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment stretched out before me.
By 7:30 a.m., I was in my office. The Singhania Group wasn't just a businessâit was an empire spanning industries from real estate to technology. And I was its architect. Every decision, every acquisition, every calculated risk bore my signature.
The hours passed in a blur of meetings, calls, and negotiations. By midday, I had finalized a deal that most people would take months to close. Efficiency was key. By evening, I leaned back in my chair, watching the skyline shift as the sun dipped below the horizon. My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the message.
Rajput Enterprises Gala â Tomorrow 9:00 p.m.
I debated skipping it. Social events weren't my scene. Social Events were nothing more than a performance. I always hated them. I still do. Maybe it was because I'd grown up watching these same performances as a kid. My father, a man more interested in appearances than substance, had dragged me to countless parties and business gatherings, always reminding me to smile, to shake hands, to charm people who'd only stab you in the back when the opportunity arose.
It wasn't that I couldn't play the gameâI could, and better than most. But I didn't enjoy wasting time in a room full of people pretending to be something they weren't.
The problem with social events was that they required patience, and patience wasn't my strength when it came to people. I wasn't here to make friends or to listen to flattery. I was here to win, to dominate, to find the edge that no one else could see.
Still, tomorrow was unavoidable. The Rajput gala wasn't just a gathering of elites; it was an opportunityâa room filled with potential deals and power plays.
And maybe, just maybe, it was a chance to meet Avni Rajput herself. A woman who had managed to do what few couldâmake me curious. One night wouldn't kill me, even if I hated every second of it.
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