Owned by Mr Singhania PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

[Author’s Note] Hii besties, welcome to another story where emotions are a mess and decisions make no sense. Just sit back, grab some snacks, and enjoy the drama. Let’s get started! —Your Drama Supplier, Ashley Devin

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For ninety days, the doors to Rudra Singhania’s room had remained shut. No meetings. No phone calls. No business.

The man who once ruled boardrooms now lived in silence. But today, the silence broke.

The door creaked open. And Rudra stepped out.

His once sharp suit replaced by a casual black shirt, sleeves rolled up. His beard, rough. His eyes? Darker. Colder. Deadlier.

The staff froze. The air turned suffocating. His father, sitting in the living room, barely glanced up from his newspaper.

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

Finally decided to stop sulking?

Rudra Singhania [ML]

You wanted me out? I’m out!

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

Good. Time to start acting like a Singhania again.

Rudra Singhania [ML]

And how to do you suggest I do that?

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

You want your position back? Then prove you deserve it!

Rudra Singhania [ML]

Let me guess, some grand gesture of loyalty? :mocking smile:

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

:sipping tea: Help the decaying empire before it collapses.

Rudra Singhania [ML]

And If I refuse?

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

Then stay useless. I don’t need a broken son running my empire.

A pause. A flicker of something dangerous in Rudra’s gaze.

Rudra Singhania [ML]

…Fine.

Vikram Singhania[ML DAD]

Good boy. :smirks:

Rudra Singhania [ML]

Oh, you have no idea :cold chuckle:

- TO BE CONTINUED -

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