The grand ballroom of the Taj Mahal Hotel shimmered with opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung like jewels from the ceiling, a warm glow over the guests in their finest attire. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a blend of power and prestige. In one corner, Raghav Marwa stood, a solitary figure amidst the crowd, his sharp suit and confident posture drawing attention without him even trying.Raghav was a man of many layers—wealthy, ambitious, and deeply private. He had built his empire from the ground up, but the glitz of the evening felt hollow. Despite the success that surrounded him, he ...Read More

As the final notes of the melody faded, Deepika reluctantly stepped back from Raghav, the lingering warmth of the still echoing in her mind. The ballroom had transformed; the laughter and chatter felt like a distant murmur, and for a brief moment, it was just the two of them, caught in an unspoken understanding.“I didn’t expect that,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, the dance.”Raghav chuckled softly. “Neither did I. It’s not often I find myself swept away in a moment. It’s refreshing.”They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement forming. The tension ...Read More

“I didn’t expect that,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, the dance.”Raghav softly. “Neither did I. It’s not often I find myself swept away in a moment. It’s refreshing.”They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement forming. The tension between them was electric, each aware of the burgeoning connection that could lead to something profound—or perilous.“What is it about the Ameerzada that intrigues you so much?” Raghav asked, steering the conversation back to the topic at hand, a slight curiosity sparking in his eyes.Deepika took a deep breath, her journalist instincts kicking in. ...Read More

The vibrant strains of music echoed in the opulent ballroom, but Deepika’s mind was elsewhere, a swirl of thoughts in the web of intrigue surrounding the Ameerzada and Meera Khanna. She stole a glance at Raghav, who stood with a casual elegance, yet the tension in his posture hinted at the weight of his unspoken history.“Tell me more about Meera,” Deepika urged, her journalist instincts overpowering the social niceties of the evening. “What’s her connection to the Ameerzada?”Raghav hesitated, casting a wary glance toward the throngs of guests. “Let’s find somewhere quieter,” he said, gesturing toward a secluded alcove ...Read More

The atmosphere in the ballroom pulsed with energy, but Deepika's thoughts were firmly rooted in the revelations of the As the last notes of the waltz faded, she pulled away from Raghav, scanning the room for any sign of opportunity."Where do we start?" she asked, her voice low.Raghav glanced around, gauging the crowd. "We need information, and there’s a networking event scheduled in the VIP lounge upstairs. A lot of key players will be there, including Meera. We might pick up some valuable insights."Deepika nodded, her adrenaline surging. "Let’s go."They maneuvered through the throngs of guests, Deepika’s senses heightened. ...Read More