My Heart Belongs To You
the assistant reported before respectfully excusing himself.
This was Mr Rai Bahadur Singh, president of one of India’s largest enterprises, a company with ventures spanning nearly every industry. His only son, Viren, had gone to New York for his higher studies and had rarely returned, often staying abroad even during family occasions. Today, he was coming back only because his father had insisted.
Another knock sounded. “Come in,” Rai Bahadur said.
A young woman in her mid-twenties entered, dressed in smart, professional attire. Her chestnut hair was tied into a neat bun, accentuating her fair complexion and large, intelligent eyes. This was Priya, Rai Bahadur’s capable assistant.
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