Novel & Cerita Chetan Bhagat Novel

I knew him—it had been a long time coming. I had often caught glimpses of them conversing in hushed tones, packing up hastily afterward, moving to a new place without explanation. I had stopped questioning it long ago, but now I was stunned to find the tables turned. My father, a billionaire, was not someone I had expected my mother to seek help from. **Third Person P.O.V** Ice's mother wasn't actually ill. The story was fabricated as part of an arrangement. Martin Santiago was one of the country's billionaires, inheriting the family business after numerous conflicts. His managerial prowess had significantly grown the company over five years. Despite his success, his greatest sorrow was his

“I understand.” The city slides by outside the tinted glass, towers lit against the night, cars weaving through the glowing streets. The limousine moves smoothly, a quiet island gliding across the chaos. Inside, the tension coils between us, thick and unspoken. I rest my hands in my lap, clutching the ruined silk as though holding it tighter will keep me together. My mind replays Elizabeth’s voice again and again. Slut. Nothing. Charity case. The venom of her words still clings to my skin, and Daniel’s tone cuts sharper than I want to admit.

Thane looked around the room before looking at her again. “I was in a gang, a cult. I had no idea it was a cult. I couldn't get out of it till it was too late. My wife was the daughter of the leader. We got married and she gave birth to my daughter. Things got messy when they wanted our daughter to be part of it. My wife and I fought and she died in the process.”

PENNY Wickedly smart. Insanely intelligent. Sexy and terrifying. Son of a senator. CEO of Hilton Tech and the most eligible bachelor under thirty. Christian Hilton is apparently a huge deal and now a giant wall standing between me, my inheritance, and opening my bakery. “The city’s leading man,” Jess reads off her phone beside me, then snorts. “I’ve never heard of him.” Which is the truth. He’s a stranger. An unknown and I’m expected to just marry him.

I needed to know if I could really do this. I found myself standing outside Nathaniel’s sleek penthouse building. My heart pounded as I stared up at the towering structure. The security guard recognized me from the charity gala and let me in without question. Before I knew it, I was knocking on Nathaniel’s door. He opened it, looking surprised but not unwelcoming. “Evelyn?” “I need to talk,” I blurted out. He stepped aside, allowing me in. The place was even more luxurious than I’d imagined. Tall windows, sleek furniture, and the city lights twinkling far below us.

Everything indicating wealth the family has, from the spiral staircase made out of imported marbles from three different countries to the massive chandelier above the walk-in area, a door opening up to show the massive living area in all its magnificent demeanor. James Russo is seen pacing around the living area, clearly very livid, Alex Russo, his son, tries to calm him down while promising him that he would revive the company and destroy Smith Carter in the future though he knew that won’t be easy but it will be done.

He had looked at the Ramayana, Mahabharata and Bhagwad Gita were in succession "Ajo’pi sannavyayaatmaa bhootaanaam eeshwaro’pi san..." He mumbled to himself spinning the marker over his fingers, he suddenly felt himself going back to his childhood solving the unnerving cases. Chandrashekhar, besides from being a detective was exceptionally intelligent and loved the cases that would make him want to wreck his nerves till he found the culprit, that same habit he instilled in Krishna as well. This particular shloka, what was so special about it?