Chapter 8

Control

The next morning, Veeresh Raisinghania walked into like he had always owned it.

Charcoal suit. Steel expression. Controlled steps.

The board members were already seated, whispering among themselves. Confusion. Anxiety. Speculation.

The doors opened.

Silence fell.

Veeresh took the head seat without asking permission.

“I’ll keep this short,” he said calmly. “From today onwards, I am the legal owner of this company.”

Murmurs erupted instantly.

He placed the file on the table and slid copies of the documents forward. “Akash Shekhawat transferred full ownership and shares to me before his death. The signatures are verified. Legal formalities completed.”

The company lawyer cleared his throat after scanning the papers. “It’s authentic.”

Veeresh leaned back slightly. “Shekhawat Industries will merge with . Both companies will function under unified leadership.”

He paused, letting the reality settle.

“I expect the same performance and discipline as before. Nothing changes except management.”

No threats.

No shouting.

Just authority.

One by one, the board members nodded.

Because power respects power.

—

Rohan, who had been present in the building hoping to assert control, stood frozen outside the glass room. His face turned pale as he watched Veeresh command the room like it belonged to him.

Without wasting a second, he rushed back to the Shekhawat mansion.

“Ma!” he shouted. “He took everything! The company is in his name!”

Sharada’s face hardened.

Within hours, she filed a legal complaint against Veeresh, claiming manipulation and coercion.

—

Back at , Veeresh was reviewing merger documents when Ritwik entered.

“Sir, Sharada has filed a complaint against you.”

Veeresh didn’t even look up. “I don’t care.”

Because he knew the documents were airtight.

His phone buzzed.

Rayan.

“Sir… no updates from Poornima madam.”

Veeresh’s pen stopped mid-signature.

“What do you mean no updates?”

“Sir… she didn’t reach her parents’ house. They said she hasn’t come.”

For the first time that day, Veeresh stood up abruptly.

“Where the hell did she go?” he muttered.

His mind raced.

Train.

Tumkur.

Alone.

Pregnant.

A cold unease spread through him.

Business he could control.

Legal battles he could crush.

But this—

This uncertainty was different.

And dangerous.

One line:
The empire was in his hands, but the woman he promised to protect was nowhere to be found.