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It has always been about Power and Control, and he is never going to forget
that.
Cooking and Business fill him up; take him away from his
less than perfect personal life. It is his professional face that keeps him
sane, that lets him keep his head high.
His professional world consisting of his five star hotel,
one of the youngest to have accomplished that much depends on talent and
reputation.
It is an unsteady thing, this reputation.
One that must be held onto, lest it slip out of his hold.
He's no stranger to what it feels like when all you believe
in gets crushed right in front of your eyes.
And he has built
himself up, with careful hands and cautious feet.
The stone cold mask he wears so he can wear his crown comes
effortlessly to him now. The flashing lights and the mikes thrust in his face,
the voices calling his name no longer overwhelm or awe him. They just annoy
him. He wants more than he has. More
success. More money. More recognition. More power.
For when you have power, you have control.
And Shaurya Khanna would rather die than lose control.
Especially if the threat to his Empire is a woman come from
nothing, a girl with muddy feet and dramatic ways and crocodile tears.
It is always going to be about Power and Control, and he is going to
make them remember that.
And the woman who dared to push him, challenge his authority
and threaten his personal life with her clinging to his mother.
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