Beautiful, peaceful morning? Nah.

This is Mumbai—chaotic, restless, unstoppable. Just another day where people rushed to work, drowning in the city's unending hustle.

Amidst all that chaos stood a tall glass building—Singhania Enterprises—its structure gleaming under the golden kiss of morning sunlight.

Through the revolving glass doors walked a young woman in her mid-twenties, every step radiating authority. She was dressed in a beige suit, her heels clicking against the spotless marble floor like a clock that demanded attention. The interiors of the building screamed luxury, but as soon as she entered, silence swallowed the space. Employees instantly bent into their workstations, pretending to be engrossed—yet stealing quick glances at her presence.

Without a word, she walked straight into her cabin. A massive space with a floor-to-ceiling glass window, a sleek black chair behind an imposing desk, and a giant LED screen mounted on the opposite wall. Beside the window sat an L-shaped sofa, perfectly placed for meetings—or confrontations. The whole room whispered one thing: power.

As soon as she entered the cabin, she didn’t bother with the desk or the chair. Instead, she walked straight to the sleek L-shaped couch by the window and sank into it with practiced ease. With a single tap on her iPad, the huge LED screen on the wall flickered to life, instantly connecting to a group video call.

On the other side, a girl sat upright on a chair, dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into black pants, a black suit jacket casually hanging on the back of her chair. Her fingers moved swiftly across the laptop keyboard, eyes focused on the screen in front of her. She looked every bit the picture of professionalism—until the sudden chime of a group video call interrupted her rhythm.

The corners of her lips instantly curved into a smile, softening her serious expression. Without a second thought, she clicked on accept.

Hello, Miss Paridhi Singhania,” the girl in her mid-twenties greeted with a bright smile.

“Hello to you too, Advocate Ruhanika Malik,” replied the girl sitting inside Singhania Enterprise’s grand cabin—the one with the door proudly displaying a nameplate that read CEO.

Yes, that girl was none other than Paridhi Singhania, the CEO of Singhania Enterprise.

Just then, another face popped up on the group video call.

“Heyyy guyssss!” a girl chirped in her usual bubbly tone.

“Hii Mahiii!” Ruhanika replied with the same burst of energy.

“Hey Hima, where’s Shreya?” Paridhi asked, raising a brow.

“I’m here, girls. Good morning,” said Shreya Singh, the owner of a successful makeup brand, as she leaned into the frame, sitting right beside Mahira Malhan, a renowned fashion designer. The two always worked (and fought) together like a package deal.

“Good morning!” Paridhi and Ruhanika said in unison.

Arey sab aa gaye, Trishii kahan hai?” Mahira asked, attempting to copy Paridhi’s signature eyebrow raise. Instead, both her eyebrows wiggled up and down ridiculously.

Paridhi chuckled at her antics, shaking her head, while Shreya burst into laughter and playfully smacked Mahira’s arm.

“Tere se na hoga!” Shreya teased between giggles.

“Haan waise, Trishi hai kahan, Pari?” Ruhanika asked, clearly ignoring Mahira and Shreya’s daily dose of drama.

“I don’t know, madam Trishika Sharma COO hai, par abhi tak office nahi aayi hai,” Paridhi replied, rolling her eyes.

Ruko ek minute,” Paridhi said, getting up from the couch and walking to her table. She picked up the landline, her expression instantly shifting from playful friend to commanding CEO.

“Kapil,” her tone was sharp and professional, completely different from how she was speaking with her friends a second ago, “as soon as Trishika steps into the office, send her straight to my cabin. Immediately.”

Ok mam....mam she here i'll send her to your cabine" said Kapil.

Paridhi just hummed in response, her voice calm yet authoritative, before walking back toward the couch where her friends were still caught up in their usual playful banter on the video call.

"Ooy suno sab, Trishu aa gai hai and I have called you for important work," Paridhi’s voice suddenly turned serious, a sharp contrast to her light tone from earlier.

Her friends immediately stopped their banter, sensing the sudden seriousness in Paridhi’s tone.

Just then, the cabin door flung open — and there stood Trishika Sharma, the COO of Singhania Enterprise and Paridhi’s childhood friend. She was dressed in a perfectly tailored grey suit, a sheepish grin playing on her face as if she already knew she was late.

What happened, Pari? Kem aam immediately aiya bolavi?”(why did you call me here immediately?) Trishika asked as she walked towards the couch where Paridhi was sitting. Her eyes then fell on the TV screen. “Oh hey mitrooo!”(friends) she greeted loudly, waving her hand with her usual energy.

The girls replied back, but before their banter could start again, Paridhi cut in, her gaze fixed on Trishika.

“Why are you late?”

“Are you know na… Mumbai nu traffic, tras che,” (it's torture)Trishika replied dramatically, placing a hand on her forehead.

“Yeah, I know… traffic,” Paridhi said with a blank expression, one eyebrow raised. She knew very well it wasn’t the traffic — her friend had probably overslept again. Without pursuing it further, she turned toward the TV screen and continued in her crisp tone:

“Anyways, let’s get to the point. We need to meet today, isiliye aaj ka jo bhi kaam hai, jaldi khatam kar lena. It’s important.”

“Main to Delhi mein hoon yaar, but koi ni… shaam tak to aa jaaungi,” said Ruhanika.

“Ok then, main aur Shreyu sab arrange kar denge. Aap log aa jana, dinner bhi saath mein hi karenge,” Mahira offered excitedly.

“Yes, good idea,” Shreya agreed with a nod.

“Ok then, maliye,”(ok let's meet then) Paridhi said finally, and disconnected the call.

Ooy, bol na, kya important kaam hai?” Trishika asked, nudging Paridhi’s arm playfully.

“Tch, ja na yaar… kaam kar tu apna,” Paridhi replied dismissively, not even sparing her a glance.

“Huh, khadus,” Trishika muttered under her breath, but Paridhi still caught it. She chose to ignore the comment and walked back to her chair, her eyes already fixed on the PC screen. This was their everyday scene — Trishika teasing and Paridhi brushing her off.

“Just go now and do your work, jaldi javanu che aaje,”(we have to go early today) Paridhi said firmly, her tone all business again.

“Ha, ave,” Trishika replied with a small huff, rolling her eyes as she turned and walked out of the cabin toward her own office.