The Business Threat

                                        

                                              
Vote kardo jaldi jaldi se 
Raj sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the wooden desk as he read through the files Kartik had handed him. The information inside was concerning-Vikram was making calculated moves against him, attempting to break down his alliances, one by one.  
Karthik stood in front of him, waiting for a response. When Raj didn't speak for a moment, Karthik leaned forward. "Raj, this is serious. We need to be more vigilant. The rivalry is escalating, and we can't afford any weaknesses."  
Raj clenched his jaw, flipping through the pages before closing the file with a loud thud. "I understand. I'll handle it."  
Karthik studied his face. "Raj, you seem... distracted."  
Raj exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was distracted. His thoughts were split between handling this brewing war and the chaos in his personal life. Rashi was pulling away, and though he told himself it didn't matter, he found himself noticing every little change in her behavior.  
Karthik continued, his voice firm. "I know you've got personal matters going on, but right now, we can't afford to let emotions get in the way."  
Raj's eyes hardened. Weakness. That's what people like Vikram preyed on. He couldn't afford to be weak-not in business, not in life, not with Rashi.  
*"Maybe this is what I need at this time-to throw myself into business and forget everything else... Forget the way Rashi's eyes held disappointment. Forget the hurt in her voice. Forget the way she's slipping away from me."*  
Little did he know, Rashi had made a decision of her own.  
Raj sat in his private study, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His mind was restless, and he had had enough of playing defense.
Grabbing his phone, he dialed the number of one of his most trusted men, Aryan.
The call connected instantly. "Boss?"
Raj's voice was sharp. "I need you to keep an eye on Vikram. Every move he makes, every person he meets-I want to know everything."
Aryan responded immediately. "Understood, sir. I already have my men keeping tabs on his known associates, but I'll double the surveillance."
Raj's fingers tightened around the glass. "Good. And I want you to be discreet. I don't want him knowing we're onto him."
"I'll handle it."
Raj ended the call, his expression unreadable. If Vikram was planning something, Raj would know. And he would strike first.
The next morning, Aryan sent him a brief but alarming message.
"Vikram is planning an attack-both professional and personal."
Raj read the text, his expression darkening.
"Personal?" His jaw clenched. He had no doubt that meant Rashi.
A cold rage filled him. If Vikram thought he could touch what was his, he was gravely mistaken.
But he couldn't let Rashi know. Not yet.
Rashi sat on the bed in her room, her phone pressed to her ear. The moment Samaira picked up, her voice was light and teasing.  
"Hey, bhabhi! What's up?"  
Rashi sighed. "Nothing much. Just... needed to talk to someone."  
Samaira immediately caught on. "It's about Raj Bhai again, isn't it?"  
Rashi hesitated before replying, "Yes."