The unwelcome rival
Author's pov-
Purv sat in his office, scanning through the latest financial reports when Rudra entered, holding a tablet with an unreadable expression.
"You're going to love this," rudra said dryly, placing the device infront of him.
Purv raised a brow and glanced at the screen. His eyes darkened the moment he saw the name at the centre of the financial proposal.
Divya sharma.
She was leading a consultancy team for a major project-a project that just happened to be directly competing with Rathore enterprises in an upcoming bid.
A slow, humourless smirk touched his lips. So, she had entered his world once again.
"She's good, purv," rudra added, watching him closely. "I did some digging. She's been working with high profile firms, handled big accounts, and built a damn good reputation in the finance world. If she wins this bid, it won't be because of luck."
Purv leaned back, fingers steepled together. Five years ago, she had been fragile, emotional- so easy to read. But now? She was moving in circles that clashed with his, making decisions that directly opposed his buisness.
Interesting.
"Set up the meeting with the company board," purv said, voice controlled. "I want every detail on this bid and their strategies."
Rudra gave him a knowing look. "You're going to go up against her?"
Purv's expression didn't change. "I don't tolerate threats to my company."
But even as he spoke, something twisted in his chest.
Because for the first time, she wasn't standing behind him. She was standing against him.
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Divya walked into her office, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she reviewed the latest reports. The bid for the new financial project was going well-her team had worked hard, and the numbers were solid.
She wasn't just participating in this bid. She was determined to win.
But as she set down her files, her assistant hesitated before speaking.
"Ma'am, there's something you should know."
Divya looked up. "What is it?"
"There's another company aggressively going after the same bid," her assistant said carefully. "And the CEO just requested a private meeting."
Divya frowned, flipping through the competing proposals. And then she saw it.
Rathore Enterprises.
Her heart stopped for half a second before she forced herself to exhale. Ofcourse. Of all the companies in Delhi, it had to be his.
Her assistant continued, "Do you want to accept the meeting request?"
Divya didn't answer immediately.
Face him in a boardroom? See him as a buisness rival instead of a shadow from her past?
She closed the file, her expression unreadable.
"Schedule it."
If Purv Rathore wanted a fight, he was about to get one.