Semua Bab In search of true heart : Bab 411 - Bab 420

Gnapika sat quietly, her mind racing as she watched the exchange between her father and Nirbhay. The tension in the room was palpable, but what weighed on her the most was the unanswered question that lingered in her mind: why was Rudra hiding the truth about Athreya's death? She couldn’t fathom his reasons for keeping such a significant event a secret, especially from the company that her father had helped build. But despite her confusion, she knew better than to speak out in this moment. She was well aware of her own ignorance when it came to the inner workings of the Kesari Group. This was her first real glimpse into the company’s world, and she had come with the sole intention of observing, of trying to piece together what Rudra might be hiding. Gnapika understood that if she spoke out now, without fully understanding the implications of what she knew, it could cause more harm than good. Her eyes flicked between the faces in the room—Nirbhay’s smoldering anger barely masked b

The room buzzed with whispers and exchanged glances as Ram’s refusal echoed through the air like a shot fired in silence. The shock was palpable—no one had ever witnessed anything like this before. In the high-stakes world of business, where every percentage of a company’s shares was coveted, here was a man turning down an offer that others would have given their lives for. Kesari Group of Industries wasn’t just any company; it was the pinnacle of success, a fortress in the business world that commanded respect and envy in equal measure. The idea that someone could refuse even a small stake in it was unthinkable. Yet, Ram had done just that, and it left everyone in the room reeling. For the shareholders, this was more than just surprising—it was incomprehensible. They had seen people fight tooth and nail for a fraction of the shares in Kesari Group. Entire fortunes had been made or broken over the tiniest stake in this empire. And now, Ram,

Rudra stood tall, his presence commanding the room as he continued his announcement. “Today,” he began, his voice resonating with authority, “I will disclose the distribution of all the shares within this company. As of this moment, I hold no shares in the Kesari Group.” The room, already tense, grew even more silent. It was as if everyone collectively held their breath, trying to process the gravity of what Rudra had just said. Rudra Raghuvanshi, the pillar of Kesari Group, was relinquishing his hold entirely. It was unthinkable. For years, he had been the face of the company, the one who made the decisions, the one who led them through every storm. And now, he was stepping down. “My shares have been distributed to my family, as I’ve already explained,” Rudra continued, his gaze sweeping across the room, meeting the eyes of each person seated before him. “But it’s not just about the shares. My duties, my responsibilities—everything I have b

Rudra rose from his seat, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His presence was undeniable, a force that had guided Kesari Group to its heights, and now, as he prepared to step back, he did so with a weight of authority that none could ignore. "The meeting is adjourned," Rudra announced, his voice steady and resolute. "But let me be clear—my connection to Kesari Group doesn’t end here. I may be stepping aside, but my watchful eye remains. If there are any urgent matters, know that I will be here, ready to address them. My service to Kesari will never diminish." His words carried an undercurrent of power, a veiled warning to those who might see this transition as an opportunity to undermine the company or his family. There was no mistaking the message: Rudra Raghuvanshi might be passing the reins, but his influence over Kesari Group was far from over. He wanted everyone to understand that as long as he lived, Kesari Group and hi

As the car sped down the highway, the atmosphere was tense, laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Nand, always one to break the ice with humor, suddenly chuckled. "You know," he began with a teasing glint in his eye, "people back there in the hall were saying all sorts of things when you rushed out, Sakhi. Some even joked that you might be pregnant!" His laughter filled the car, light and easy, as if the very idea was preposterous. "I mean, how could that be possible? You two just got married! It’s been what, 20 days?” Rajeev, sitting beside Gowthami, initially smiled at Nand’s teasing, but the words quickly triggered a memory. His mind flashed back to that rainy night at his house—a night of passion and intimacy, the first time they had been together in that way. The memory was vivid, drenched in the warmth and connection they had shared, and suddenly, Nand’s lighthearted comment didn’t seem so far-fetched. He looked at Gowthami, disbelief and curiosit