Arjun’s POV
The conference room smelled of polished wood and ironed ambition. Charts, blueprints, and numbers sprawled across the long table, but I barely glanced at them. My mind wasn’t on the lines of profit—it was on the man who thought he could humiliate me, break me, and still walk with his head high.
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