Business Mind

Atul cleared his throat, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "As I was saying, StyleClick is an e-commerce website that specializes in luxury fashion and lifestyle products. They're looking for an investment of 15 million dollars, or 120 crores, to expand their operations and increase their market share."

Meanwhile, Ishan leaned in close to Aryan, his voice barely above a whisper. "I heard about Natasha."

Aryan's eyes snapped towards him, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"How do you know about her?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Ishan's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Sandhya told me, of course," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Aryan's gaze shifted towards Sandhya, who was standing behind Harivansh, a look of innocence plastered on her face.

Aryan's expression turned stern, and he whispered back to Ishan, "Listen, dude, there's no need to get jealous."

Ishan's face turned bright red, and he looked away, trying to compose himself.

"Why would I be jealous?" he asked, his voice flustered. "I know she broke up with you."

Aryan's eyes flashed with anger. "I broke up with her, not the other way around," he said, his voice low and menacing.

"Chill, dude, no need to get salty," Ishan's giggle echoed through the silent conference room, causing everyone to turn and stare.

Aryan's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with the others.

Atul's voice cut through the awkward silence. "Well, shall I continue?" he asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Ishan said awkwardly. "Please continue."

"So as I was saying before the love birds interrupted", Atul said with sarcasm, "I propose that we do not pursue the acquisition of StyleClick, the fashion-based e-commerce company. It's a dying business, and I don't see any value in throwing good money after bad."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on Atul Oberoi.

Ishan, however, couldn't help but feel a spark of disagreement. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on Mr. Oberoi.

"Excuse me, Mr. Oberoi, but I think we should consider the potential benefits of acquiring StyleClick."

The room fell silent again, this time with surprise. Harivansh Raichand raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his daughter-in-law's sudden interest in the discussion.

"Radhika, do you have something to share with us?" he asked, his voice neutral.

Arul snorted, a condescending smile spreading across his face. "Oh, I'm sure the housewife has a deep understanding of the technical aspects of the business," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

'A creep, and asshole and now a misogynistic pig, this guy is ticking all the Points in asshole Bingo'

"Actually, Mr. Oberoi, I think I can contribute to the discussion.", Ishan's eyes narrowed, his face set in a determined expression. "Could you please share more details about StyleClick's financials and the reasons why you think it's a bad investment?"

Mr. Oberoi raised an eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by Radhika's request.

"Very well," he said, pulling out a stack of papers from his folder. "As you can see, StyleClick's net worth is in the negative, their sales have been declining over the past year, and their customer base is dwindling."

Ishan listened intently, her eyes scanning the papers as Mr. Oberoi handed them to her. When he finished, Ishan stood up, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Aruan was surprised by ishan's confidence, it didnt look like it was his first time being in this big stage. He couldnt help but feel proud of his pretend wife

"I understand your concerns, Mr. Oberoi, but I think you're missing a crucial point.", Ishan continued as he pulled loose strand of hair and tucked it behind his ears, he added " StyleClick has recently launched a new product that uses AR and AI technology to allow customers to virtually try on clothes. I think this could be a game-changer for the company."

"That's just a gimmick.", Atul Oberoi snorted again, "People want to see clothes on real models, not on some virtual avatar. It'll just make them less likely to buy the clothes if they don't look good on them."

Ishan smiled sweetly, pulling out her phone from her purse. "I think you're underestimating the power of technology, Mr. Oberoi. Let me show you something."

He uploaded his own picture onto the StyleClick app and showed it to the board members. The room fell silent as they watched in amazement as Radhika's virtual avatar tried on different outfits, looking stunning in each one.

Ishan looked up, a triumphant smile on his face. "As you can see, the technology is quite impressive. And according to StyleClick's research, women are more likely to buy clothes if they can try them on virtually first. In fact, their sales have increased by 20% since the launch of this product."

Mr. Oberoi looked taken aback, his expression softening slightly. "I...I didn't know that," he muttered.

Ishan nodded, as he pulled Aryan's laptop, and opened all the financial documents related to style click, "Yes, and according to this graph, the interest in clothes increases significantly once women have tried them on virtually. It makes them more eager to buy multiple dresses at a time."

The room fell silent again, this time with a sense of awe and respect for Radhika's insights. Harivansh Raichand looked at his daughter-in-law with newfound admiration, a small smile playing on his lips.

"My husband, mr. Aryan Raichand, has worked hard getting all style click financial",

Ishan looked around the room, her eyes meeting those of the board members.

"I estimate that with the right investment and support, StyleClick can make a profit of over $100 million in the next two years. I think it's an opportunity worth exploring."

The room erupted into a flurry of discussion and debate, with Radhika at the center, fielding questions and providing insights.

Mr. Oberoi looked on, a mixture of surprise and admiration on his face. He had underestimated Radhika Raichand, and he knew it.

"How do you know all this about the styleclick so much? ", Atul asked bewildered by Ishan knowledge about the company

"My husband Aryan Raichand, doesnt feel small sharing his thoughts and ideas with a housewife", Ishan replied back to his earlier comment with his sharp tongue.

He looked behind and found aryan face filled with proud smile. Aryan blinked a little as if to thank his pretend wife.

"That's my Daughter in law for you", Harivansh said out loud with chuckling a bit, "So gentlemen what do you do we invest in styleclick or not"

All men thumped the table with agreement on investing in the new venture. Atul left the office in a hurry not able to face his defeat, Ishan looked at him with a smirk reminding him not to mess with Mrs.. Raichand anymore.

'Looks like someone can't take a joke'