📢 OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE AUTHOR
— Nikhil.T
Chapter 31 just changed everything.
Right now ,the story has officially shifted gears.
OLD STYLE = GONE
NEW STYLE = ON FIRE
What you're getting from this second forward:
90% pure dialogueCinematic jump-cutsZero fillerEvery line hits like a punch
If Chapter 31 made your heart race while Ari stared at the ten-lakh alert and Ishaan fist-bumped Basu Bhai, you're already in the new era.
If you miss the old detailed descriptions, drop one word in the comments:
"OLD"
I'll start uploading the classic version..
So for chap 31-35 we will do this and see the reactions….
But if you felt the adrenaline, buckle up.
— Nikhil.T
(still awake, still writing, still addicted to your reactions) đź’™
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Ishaan eased the Bullet to the curb outside Legacy Construction. The morning sun glinted off the glass tower like it was personally welcoming Ari.
Ishaan twisted the key, engine growling to silence.
Ishaan: "First day. Nervous?"
Ari tugged the helmet strap loose, hair tumbling out.
Ari: "A little. But mostly excited. Call me the second your 'meeting' ends, okay?"
Ishaan: "Deal. Go own that building, Senior Project Manager."
She kissed his cheek (quick, shy, first time in public) and jogged inside. The security guard actually saluted.
Inside the lobby, the receptionist leapt up.
Receptionist: "Ms Ari Bajaj! HR is waiting. This way, please!"
HR Department – Ground Floor
A lady in a crisp blazer waved her over.
HR Officer: "Good morning, ma'am! Just need PAN, Aadhaar, cancelled cheque, and bank details. Two minutes."
Ari slid the folder across.
Ari: "Here. SBI account ending 42069."
HR Officer (typing lightning-fast): "Perfect. Salary will credit on the 30th every month. First one prorated. Any questions?"
Ari: "None. Thank you!"
HR Officer (beaming): "Welcome aboard. Sneha will take you to your floor. You're going to love your cabin."
Elevator – 28th Floor
Sneha was already waiting, arms full of files and a tiny cake box.
Sneha: "Ma'am! I'm Sneha, your assistant. Two years in Legacy, all projects colour-coded, coffee order noted (strong, no sugar). Follow me!"
She marched ahead.
Sneha: "Mr Chadda's exact words were, 'Give Ms Bajaj the best cubicle and the best assistant.' So… ta-da!"
She flung open the glass door.
A fifteen-by-ten glass cube, floor-to-ceiling windows, Worli sea-link glittering outside. Orchids on the desk, brass nameplate already fixed:
ARI BAJAJ
SENIOR PROJECT MANAGER
Ari's jaw dropped.
Ari: "This… is mine? Alone?"
Sneha: "Only yours. Sound-proof, temperature-controlled, mini-fridge stocked with Diet Coke. I even put a tiny Ganpati idol in the drawer; my mom insisted."
Ari laughed, eyes suddenly wet.
Ari: "Sneha, I think I'm going to cry."
Sneha (whisper): "Cry after the bonus hits. Check your phone."
Ari pulled it out.
SBI Alert
â‚ą10,00,000.00 credited
Legacy Construction Pvt Ltd
Ref: JOINING BONUS – WORLI PROJECT
Ari's hand flew to her mouth.
Ari: "Sneha. Tell me this is a prank."
Sneha (giggling): "Nope. Every Senior PM on the 180-crore Worli tower gets ten lakhs joining bonus. Page 3, clause 4.2 of your offer letter. Congratulations, ma'am!"
Ari bolted back to HR, cake box still in hand.
Ari (breathless): "Explain the ten lakhs! Now!"
HR Officer (laughing so hard she had to sit): "We live for this moment! Salary is separate. This is just a 'welcome aboard' gift. Spend it, invest it, buy your husband something shiny; we don't care!"
Ari (tears spilling): "I thought I was dreaming the whole job!"
HR Officer: "Dream bigger, ma'am. You haven't seen your first commission yet."
Mahim – the century-old Portuguese mansion
Ishaan rolled the Bullet through the massive teak gates. Fifty men lounging on the veranda straightened the moment they saw him.
Shyam Anna jogged over.
Shyam Anna: "Boss is here! Basu Bhai is inside, please come."
Ishaan climbed the creaking staircase that smelled of old rosewood and gun oil.
Basu Bhai sat cross-legged on a velvet divan, hookah gurgling.
Basu Bhai: " Here you are my Tiger, please sit."
Ishaan folded himself onto the cushion opposite.
Basu Bhai pushed a thick file across.
Basu Bhai slid the thick file across the table.
Basu Bhai: "Madhura's name on the full twenty percent share. Original documents, notarised, uncles' signatures (real ones, written by hand). Registrar office Monday eleven sharp."
Ishaan flipped through, eyes scanning every page.
Ishaan: "Perfect. Madhura herself will come. I want the uncles to watch her sign while their faces drop."
Basu Bhai roared with laughter.
Basu Bhai: "Brilliant! Call her right now."
Ishaan dialled, speaker on.
Madhura (voice trembling): "Ishaan? Twenty percent? In my name?"
Ishaan: "Madhura, Monday eleven o'clock registrar office. You just need to sign. Everything else is done."
Madhura (sobbing): "You did all this… for me?"
Ishaan (soft): "It was always yours. Just come. Bring Niti too."
Madhura: "I'll be there. Promise."
Call ended.
Basu Bhai: "Tea?"
Ishaan: "No, brother. I have other work to do."
Basu Bhai: "Alright. Go."
Ishaan stood, helmet tucked under his arm.
Ishaan: "Bye."
He turned and walked out.
Fifty men on the veranda froze.
Every head dipped in a slow, respectful bow, chins almost touching chests, eyes lowered.
No words.
No salute.
Just the silent acknowledgment that the boss was leaving.
Ishaan didn't break stride.
He swung onto the Bullet, kicked it alive, and vanished in a low growl that shook the century-old windows.
Ari, somewhere on the twenty-eighth floor, was still staring at the ten-lakh alert, whispering to herself:
 "Ishaan… wait till you hear this."