"The wrong room to enter uninvited"
463 Words
Scene: R Estate, Main Conference Hall – Late Morning
The room was sunlit, floor-to-ceiling glass reflecting the blueprint-hued world beyond. Anivika Rathore stood at the head of the table, dressed in a fitted black blazer and slitted trousers, reviewing the final presentation with her team. She didn’t sit during meetings—queens don’t lean, they command.
To her right, Vivaan Singh leaned over the table, pointing out faults in an architect’s mock-up. His fingers were stained with graphite, his patience thinning.
Zara, flipping through the file in Anivika’s hand, clicked her tongue.
“If that wall bends another centimeter, I’m putting the architect in it.”
The door slammed open—not pushed, claimed.
Veer Malhotra walked in like a bomb entering a museum. Cold, suited, untamed.
His assistant, Arjun Kapoor stammered behind him, holding an iPad and a file absolutely in rage and annoyance.
“Sir—are you a dog you keep barking........ I mean you are slacking off.”
Veer didn’t break stride. His eyes locked onto Anivika like a loaded rifle.
Vivaan didn’t even flinch.
“You brought a thunderstorm into a glass house,” he muttered.
Anivika didn’t look up.
“I know you crave my presence, Veer.”
“But barging in without an appointment?”
She shut the file.
“I have two empires to run. Unlike you, I don’t get to flirt with chaos just for fun.”
Zara added without looking up,
“Also, it’s a security breach. Want me to call legal or let Vivaan tackle him?”
“Legal. He smells too expensive to bleed on our marble,” Vivaan offered dryly.
Veer smiled darkly, stepping closer.
“You weren’t supposed to be here.”
“That’s your first mistake—thinking you can predict me.”
The team was frozen. The room had thinned to two empires locked in a room.
Veer’s voice dipped.
“This estate… It was your father’s. It was mine to buy.”
Anivika stepped around the table slowly, heels echoing like gunshots.
"Then you should’ve brought a goddamn crown instead of a proposal.”
“Touch it again,” she whispered, stopping right in front of him,
“and I won’t shoot your shoulder next time. I’ll shoot your legacy in the head.”
Vivaan folded his arms, impressed.
Veer leaned in, so close only she could hear.
“Destroy me then, Anivika.”
“But remember…”
“What you burn down, I rebuild under my name.”
She tilted her head, cruel smile in place.
“Keep dreaming. The throne you want isn’t built with sweat or tears—”
“It’s been baptized in blood, from heaven to my heels.”
Zara smirked.
“And the crowd whispered, she's still not done.”
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