Danny Desai Novels & Stories

A tall, impeccably dressed man stepped out into the freezing morning air, adjusting his expensive silk tie. It was Vikram Desai. The ruthless CEO of Desai Industries, Aryan’s oldest, most bitter corporate rival. The very man Aryan had publicly humiliated and bankrupted just two short years ago during a massive hostile takeover. Vikram casually locked the button of his bespoke Italian suit jacket, a deeply satisfied, arrogant smirk already firmly plastered on his aging face. Kiara walked out of the massive front doors to officially greet him, looking absolutely breathtaking in her thick, pristine cashmere coat.

I wasn’t sure what the term ‘mate’ truly meant, but I felt sympathetic towards the unfortunate girl who ended up with Dash. I knocked on the door and waited. “Enter,” he called out through the door. When I entered the room, Dane was leaning against his desk with his hands folded in front of him. He watched as I walked across the room, causing me to stop midway. I realized that if I got any closer, he would have the advantage of reaching me quickly, so I stayed put. “You wanted to see me?” I whispered.

"Ok kanna! But sit here. You can make coffee a little later. He is Ramakrishnan, our lawyer. He is our auditor too. He keeps everything under check. He is Dhiwakar. His son. He practices as a lawyer too." "Hello sir! I'm sorry I kept you waiting outside." They all laughed. Seriously? What's so funny? "It’s ok ma. You can call me uncle too. No one has ever made me wait outside the door. You hold the record for it." They all started laughing again. It’s so embarrassing! This day is full of embarrassment. "Dad, you are making her uncomfortable! Hi Danya. You can call me by my name. So,how's life?" I like this guy. He talks so easily.

(please bring water) Anushka was now quite used to giving orders to the poen, she was slipping into her role effortlessly, sometimes even guiding others. The peon came with a glass of water and she offered it to Janvi, “Please hand over your resume, I will do the needful,” she said as Janvi handed her resume. Walking to Dinesh’s cabin. Anushka knocked on the door like she always did. he was doing something on his phone, which he kept down as soon as she entered. “Candidate for IELTS teacher, Janvi Parmar,” She mentioned, handing him the resume for the third time that day.

I said happily because this is one of my dreams. "Waiting for it. Good luck my daughter." "Thank you Daddy." I disconnected the call. I am Dhiya, Oncologist (Cancer specialist). I am an Indian. The only daughter of my parents, Deepak Chandra & Shivenya. My dad is the owner of Dhiya importing & exporting companies, Dhiya college of science, Dhiya Bankers, the list goes on. My Dad has earned everything with his hardwork.. He is a successful entrepreneur worldwide. My Mom is the M.D of Dhiya companies.

Chapter Five Damon’s POV I sat in my office, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk as I stared blankly at the documents in front of me. Reports from my patrol teams, records of supplies, updates on training schedules—important matters that required my attention. But I couldn’t focus. My mind was somewhere else. Or rather, with someone else. Ravina. The name itself sent a sharp ache through my chest. It had been weeks since I rejected her, and yet, I felt her absence like a wound that refused to heal.

I will decorate it just the way it was before. " What about its design? It's completely destroyed," My subconscious reminded me. I don't have to worry about the design because this farmhouse was designed by one of my friends. He is one of the best architects in India right now. He is Rehaan Al Qureshi. Currently, he is in Bhopal. Without wasting any time I called him. After 3/4 times ringing he received the call. Before I could say hello he said to me dramatically," I can't believe who is calling me! Number one businessman of India is calling me. I am too much honoured."

I informed her. After few seconds came a young businessman, age around 35 or so. Dressed in sharp hand stiched Italian suit. He was good looking not over the top or so but okayish. However, his hieght and personality added to his charisma. "Mr. Dhananjay, Good Afternoon. Please have a seat." I said standing up and greeting him. "Miss. Kashyap. 'Afternoon. If you don't mind may I ask you something?" He asked.

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

Sush replied smiling. “Three companies?” I asked confused. “Dinesh is working in a company and he is M.D for it. And Rajeev is for M.D for Jaykar’s. You know about mine right.” He replied. I nodded and continued to do my work on the dining table where everyone sat. Nikki and I started to work on the past designs which need little alteration. Then he entered the room little shocked seeing them but composed himself. When he started going towards the couch I stopped him saying “Have some breakfast.”