The Secret Vows
Interview
Reception area, Rajvanshi Global. The three strangers sit side by side, waiting. Kiara is calm, Aarav is tapping his foot nervously, and Rhea is scrolling her phone like she owns the place.
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
(whispering): This is Rajvanshi Global. People say it’s harder than Harvard to get in. Why am I here? I’m going to faint.
Shalini Yadav {FL BFF}
(without looking up): Then faint quietly. I don’t like noise.
Kiara Kapoor /Arpita Rajput {FL}
(smiling faintly): Or… you could breathe and focus.
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
(grinning weakly): Easy for you to say. You look like you’ve already got the job.
Kiara Kapoor /Arpita Rajput {FL}
Confidence is part of the job.
Inside the interview room. The panel of four sits cold and intimidating. Ekansh Rajvanshi is in the middle—silent, unreadable.
They share a look. A weird, instant connection sparks.
Interviewer
Ms. Kapoor. First question. The market crashes overnight, your client panics and wants out. What do you do?
Kiara Kapoor /Arpita Rajput {FL}
(clear, steady): Contain the panic first. Numbers can recover. Trust, once broken, cannot. I’d secure their confidence before I secure their money.
The panel exchanges surprised glances. Ekansh’s eyes narrow slightly, studying her.
Interviewer
(turning to Aarav): Mr. Malhotra You’re leading a team. Half quit mid-project. Deadline is 10 days. What’s your move?
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
(sitting up suddenly, blurting): Beg for mercy?
The panel frowns. Kiara and Rhea both side-eye him. Aarav coughs, then smirks.
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
(serious now): I’d redistribute tasks, cut non-essentials, and double up with the remaining team. I’d also ask for temp support instead of wasting time recruiting. Not perfect, but practical.
The panel actually nods. Even Ekansh’s expression shifts—just slightly.
Interviewer
(to Shalini): Ms. Yadav If you’re given a product no one wants to buy, what do you do?
Shalini Yadav {FL BFF}
(smirking): Make them believe they need it. People didn’t want smartphones once. Now they can’t breathe without them. Demand isn’t found—it’s created.
The panel stares, half impressed, half unsettled. Aarav leans towards Kiara, whispering:
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
Okay, wow. Remind me not to argue with her.
Kiara Kapoor /Arpita Rajput {FL}
(Amused) Great choice
After rounds of grilling, the panel whispers among themselves. Finally, Ekansh speaks for the first time. His voice is calm, commanding.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
All three of you. Report next week. You’re hired.
Shock. Aarav’s mouth drops open. Rhea smirks. Kiara simply nods, composed.
Aditya Malhotra {FL BRO}
(as they walk out together): Guys… did we just survive the Rajvanshi interview?
Shalini Yadav {FL BFF}
No. We crushed it.
Kiara Kapoor /Arpita Rajput {FL}
(smiling): And now we’re colleagues.
Shalini Yadav {FL BFF}
(grinning): Correction. Besties. From today.
The three laugh as they step out—unaware of Ekansh’s gaze following them from behind the glass wall, sharp and unreadable.
His Anger
The lobby was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Ekansh Rajvanshi strode through, shoulders stiff, jaw tight.
The thought of her—the girl who had fled the wedding—gnawed at him. Arpita. That name alone made his blood boil. She hadn’t just humiliated him personally; she had cost him three hundred crore. The investors, the deals, the prestige… all gone because one girl had run like it was a game.
He didn’t care about apologies, explanations, or emotions. She had been weak, reckless, and utterly replaceable. But the damage? Priceless, and infuriating.
A junior employee fumbled a document in the hall. Just a small slip. A sneeze, a dropped pen—enough to draw Ekansh’s fury.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
(cold, sharp): You. Out. Security. Now.
Ordinary. Replaceable. Weak. Everyone here fit the definition.
He moved toward his office, opening the door to the campaign proposals waiting for him. A new face for the next product launch. A model. He needed someone bold, powerful, magnetic—someone who could carry Rajvanshi Global’s image without being a distraction.
And yet… all he saw were mediocrities. Flawless smiles that were empty. Faces without fire. None of them remotely close to his standards.
He slammed his fist on the desk. Frustrating. The bride had run, a deal lost, and now even the models couldn’t measure up. He needed control, perfection, dominance—and the world refused to comply.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
(thinking, icy): That girl… Arpita… she cost me everything. I won’t forget her. But here? I have no time for nostalgia. No time for sentiment. Only results.
He leaned back, eyes cold, scanning the office below. Every employee here is expendable. Every failure will be punished. Every weakness… eliminated.
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