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As the new morning dawned, Advika, though tense, dressed in formal attire and prepared herself to face the day.
She have to be strong no matter what the situation is when she remembered how cutely Maan used to give her strength to overcome everything with just a smile
The memory was so vivid it was as though she could hear his voice again.
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"ðð¥ð·ð¶, why are you crying?" Maan's small face peered up at her with genuine concern. They were sitting under the old banyan tree in their backyard, its leaves rustling softly in the summer breeze.
"I don't want to move to the new house, ðð¢ð¢ð¯," little Advika sniffled, clutching her favorite doll tightly.
ðð¢ð¢ð¯ took her hand in his, his tiny fingers warm and reassuring. "You know what? When I'm scared or worried, I think about what makes me strong. It's like a secret power you have inside you."
"But what if I don't have any power?" Advika asked, wiping her tears.
"You do," Maan insisted. "Everyone has it. You just have to find it. Think of it like a magic that helps you stand tall no matter what happens ðð¥ð·ð¶, you have to be strong. Life isn't always fair, and it won't always be kind, but you have to find that strength inside you," Maan had said, his voice now a deep and steady s small gentleman he is...
Advika remembered how Maan had always been a source of comfort and wisdom, even as a child. "Even when things are tough," he had said, "you have to stand firm and believe that you can overcome anything."
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This memory, simple yet profound, reminded her of the strength she needed to face her present challenges
Agastya who just arrived , Vidyut's best friend, gave her a small smile, though his eyes held a mix of emotions. When he looked at Advika, he saw sorrow and guilt, but he managed to keep his composure.
Advika took blessings from her mother-in-law and then headed to Vidyut's office. With Agastya by her side, they were allowed entry. As soon as Agastya stepped away to take a call, a girl in the office, mistaking Advika for a stranger, began to insult her.
"You don't belong here. Who do you think you are, walking in like you own the place?" the girl sneered.
"Get out of here before we throw you out ourselves!" another employee chimed in.
"You have no idea about this company. You look lost and clueless," someone else added.
Advika's patience wore thin. With a swift and hard slap, she silenced the girl. "Do you know who I am?" Advika demanded, her voice cold and authoritative.
The girl, holding her cheek, stammered, "N-no, I don't."
"I'm Mrs. Advika Vidyut Singh Rathore," Advika declared.
Everyone in the office was shocked. They knew Vidyut was married, but they had never seen his wife. They quickly kneeled before her, understanding the gravity of their mistake. Vidyut's PA rushed in and apologized profusely.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. We didn't know," the PA said, bowing her head.
Advika, though still angry, commanded, "Take this girl away. No one should know, especially Vidyut, about this incident."
As everyone complied, Advika was puzzled by their reaction. She was unaware that Vidyut had threatened everyone in the office with their lives to ensure they respected her, even in his absence.
The conference room buzzed with tension as the investors filed in, their faces etched with frustration and impatience. Advika stood at the head of the table, a calm yet resolute presence amidst the growing storm. She knew this confrontation was inevitable, and she was ready to face it head-on.
"Who are you? You don't seem to know anything about this company," one investor said impatiently.
"Actually, I know every financial detail about this company. The revenue, the expenditures, the profit margins-every number is crystal clear to me," Advika said calmly, though her anger was building.
The investors exchanged skeptical glances, clearly not expecting such a confident response.
"Really? And how would you know that?" another investor said dismissively.
"Because I'm not just anyone. I'm Vidyut's wife. If you think that just because my husband isn't here, you can destroy the decorum of this company and take a toll on me, you're gravely mistaken. Remember who stands before you-his wife. Underestimating me will be your biggest mistake," Advika said firmly.
The room fell silent for a moment as her words sank in. The investors seemed taken aback by her boldness.
"And why should we care about that? What do you know about this company?" an investor said sarcastically. Agastya fisted his hands and was about to intervene, but Advika signaled him not to.
"A net worth of â¹50,000 crores,
Cash and Equivalents: â¹2,000 crores,
Investment in Stocks and Bonds: â¹10,000 crores,
Real Estate Holdings: â¹15,000 crores,
Business Holdings: â¹20,000 crores,
Luxury Assets: â¹3,000 crores-
diverse investments, substantial annual income, low liabilities, and impressive returns demonstrate robust financial health and strategic management. I know everything," Advika said icily.
"Why are you telling us this?!" the investors asked her.
"Because you will regret it. You're standing before someone who has as much at stake in this company as you do, if not more. Underestimating me will be your biggest mistake," Advika said in a cold tone.
"We aren't here to play games. We're losing money and patience. Your husband's decisions have been questionable at best- " another investor said angrily.
Advika's eyes flashed with determination as she cut him off. "My husband's decisions have been made with the best interest of the company in mind. Any financial strain you're experiencing is temporary and part of a larger, well-calculated strategy."
"Oh, so you're the strategist now?" one investor asked her.
"If need be, yes. I can step into any role necessary to protect this company. But let me make one thing clear: your attempts to intimidate or belittle me won't work," Advika said confidently.
The investors shifted uncomfortably in their seats, sensing the unwavering resolve in her voice.
"We just want answers," another investor said warily.
"And you'll get them. But not by attacking me or undermining my position here. Any further disrespect will not be tolerated. Are we clear?" Advika replied sharply.
"Fine. We just hope, for the company's sake, that you're right," the investor said reluctantly.
"I know I am. Now, if you're done playing the blame game, let's discuss how we can move forward productively," Advika said resolutely.
As the meeting continued, Advika's icy replies and unwavering confidence began to turn the tide. The investors, though initially resistant, started to realize that she was not someone to be trifled with. Her knowledge of the company's finances and her strategic insights left them with little room for further objections.
By the end of the meeting, the investors had no choice but to acknowledge her authority and competence. Advika had not only defended her husband's decisions but also reaffirmed her own strength and position.
After the investors left and Agastya assured her that things would be okay, he took his leave. Advika sat in the conference room, took out a very small, few-letters phone, and wrote "121215" in it, to which she received the reply,
"234121."
Which made her shock and anger builded her
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ðð¦ð¬ðªð¯ ð£ð¢ð¥ðª ð©ðª ð£ð¢ð¥ð¯ð¢ð¢ð® ðµð©ðª"
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