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At Rajawat Tea Industries

The hum of productivity filled the air as Ridhima Rajawat walked through the expansive halls of Rajawat Tea Industries. With purposeful steps, she moved toward her office, tapping on her tablet, reviewing the latest market reports. As the CEO of such a prestigious empire, she couldn't afford to miss any detail. She entered her office, greeted her manager, and immediately began requesting the latest updates on the ongoing projects.

Just as she was about to dive deeper into the numbers, her phone buzzed on the table. A quick glance at the screen showed a call from her team.

"The meeting with our big business partners at the hotel is confirmed for 11 AM," the voice on the other end informed her.

"Got it," Ridhima replied, her voice steady. "I'll be there in a bit. It's an important meeting for securing our position in the industry."

She hung up the phone and turned to her manager. "I'm leaving for the meeting now. Ensure everything is in order. Let's keep the momentum going."

With that, she left the office, her heels clicking with authority against the polished floors. Her car was already waiting outside, and as she slid into the back seat, she couldn't help but focus on the gravity of the upcoming negotiations.

At the Hotel

The city's luxury hotel stood tall against the skyline, a hub for high-profile business meetings. As Ridhima arrived, she noticed the cars parked in front, each carrying the weight of importance. She stepped out of her car and made her way into the hotel, her sharp mind already reviewing the details of the presentation.

Before she could fully enter, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the entrance. The door opened, and Veer Arora stepped out. He was striking — tall, well-built, with dark, intense eyes that seemed to carry the weight of authority. His confident stride caught the attention of everyone nearby.

Ridhima's eyes narrowed slightly, her mind already piecing together who he was. "Veer Arora..." she thought to herself, recognizing his commanding presence. He was a self-made billionaire with 30% share in the industrial market, a name that carried immense weight.

As she entered the lobby, her heels clicking with precision, she spotted him again — stepping into the elevator, just ahead of her. Her heartbeat quickened ever so slightly as she realized they were heading to the same meeting.

The elevator doors slid open, and they both stepped in, a brief moment of silence between them. Veer, with his deep, charismatic voice, broke the quiet.

"Hi, I'm Veer Arora."

Ridhima looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time. His presence was magnetic, commanding attention without effort.

"Ridhima Rajawat," she replied, her voice cool and professional. "CEO of Rajawat Tea Industries."

For a split second, Veer studied her. His gaze lingered just a bit longer than necessary, before the lift doors opened to the meeting room.

They walked out of the lift in tandem, the unspoken tension between them palpable. Their paths had crossed. The power dynamics of their industries were about to collide.

Inside the Meeting Hall

The lavish meeting hall exuded opulence, with its grand chandeliers and polished oak table that stretched across the room. Executives from several prominent companies were already seated, their eyes fixed on the documents in front of them.

Ridhima Rajawat walked in with her usual grace, her saree impeccably draped, and her expression calm but commanding. On the other side, Veer Arora entered, exuding raw charisma in his tailored black suit. His presence was hard to ignore.

As they took their seats, Veer's chair was directly across from Ridhima's, their gazes briefly locking across the table. The atmosphere hummed with anticipation as the meeting commenced.

Moderator: "Thank you all for coming. Let's begin the discussion on share acquisitions and investments in the industrial sector."

The room was soon filled with discussions about numbers, market strategies, and potential collaborations.

Veer leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He knew the recent market fluctuation had put his company in a position where purchasing new shares was risky. Still, he wasn't one to let anyone take what was his.

Ridhima, on the other hand, had a clear strategy.

Ridhima: "Rajawat Industries is prepared to invest and secure 20% of the available shares in the industrial market."

Her voice was steady, cutting through the room with authority.

Veer's eyes darkened. He straightened in his seat, his tone firm.

Veer: "That's ambitious, Ms. Rajawat. But considering recent market dynamics, it's unrealistic to secure such a large portion without impacting the balance."

Ridhima's lips curved into a polite but challenging smile.

Ridhima: "Unrealistic for some, perhaps. But we believe in taking calculated risks — and winning."

The tension between them was palpable, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

Veer: "Calculated or reckless? Buying out 20% isn't just bold; it's disruptive. The market isn't just yours to conquer."

Ridhima: "Disruptive for those who aren't prepared, Mr. Arora. But Rajawat Industries knows how to handle growth."

The room fell silent as the two titans clashed, their words laced with cold determination. Veer's jaw clenched, his irritation barely masked.

Veer (coldly): "We'll see if your confidence holds up when the market tests it."

Ridhima's eyes gleamed with defiance.

Ridhima: "I always welcome a good challenge."

The moderator cleared his throat, attempting to steer the discussion back on track. But the undercurrent of tension between Veer and Ridhima was impossible to ignore.

As the meeting continued, it became clear — this was just the beginning of their rivalry. Both were determined not to back down, their fates intertwined in a battle for dominance.

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