Wait is over Guyz this might be a little long chapter compared to previous chapters.

Ekansh slid into the plush leather seat of his sleek, black car, the engine purring to life as he turned the ignition key. His fingers gripped the steering wheel with a sense of purpose, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He was a man who commanded respect, both in his demeanor and his appearance.

As he merged into the bustling morning traffic, his thoughts remained focused on the day ahead. The boost he had given to the empire over the years demanded nothing less than perfection.

Kings Co-operation

Minutes later, he pulled up in front of his opulent office building, an architectural masterpiece that mirrored his own aura of dominance. The valet swiftly took his car, bowing slightly in deference. Ekansh acknowledged the gesture with a curt nod before striding through the grand entrance. The reception area suddenly a hush fell over the room as he graced the people in reception area with his Prescence, a palpable shift in energy. Ekansh was accustomed to such reactions; they were the natural response to his presence. "Good morning, Hukum," the receptionist said with Atmost respect. Not bothering with pleasantries. He moves towards his personal lift. He had little time for such trivialities when the weight of the whole empire rested upon his shoulders. Finally, he reached his office, a luxurious sanctuary of success. His executive chair was a throne from which he ruled his empire, and he sat down with a sense of purpose. suddenly a knock on the door was heard.

Ekansh curtly replied come in.

His PA Aniket Mehra came in with an iPad.

A very good morning Hukum, Aniket chimed, his voice tinged with reverence.

Morning," he replied with a stern expression. "What's today's schedule?" Aniket's fingers danced across the iPad he was holding. After a few moments, he responded, "Of course, Hukum. Your schedule for today includes a board meeting at 10 AM, a conference with the interior designers, which you finalized yesterday, at 2 PM, and a dinner appointment with the potential client at 7 PM."

Ekansh responded with a simple "hmm" and, with that, his PA left his office.

The clock struck 2 PM, and the conference room at the Kings Corporation was abuzz with anticipation. Three interior designers, each renowned for their unique styles and artistic flair, had been invited to discuss a new hotel project.

Ekansh, known for his impeccable taste and dominating presence, arrived right on time. He walked into the room.

As Ekansh entered, he greeted the designers with a nod of acknowledgment. "Good afternoon," he said, his tone commanding respect. "Please, take a seat.", two of the designers, promptly found their places at the conference table. They exchanged polite greetings with Ekansh, but something seemed amiss.

Ekansh couldn't ignore the fact that there should have been one more designer present. He glanced around the room, his piercing gaze narrowing as he realized that only two designers were seated before him.

Frustration welled up within Ekansh, but he maintained his composure. With a raised eyebrow, he inquired his, "Where's the third designer?"

Ekansh could inquire further, the large oak door swung open with a resounding thud. In walked Mr Saraf, the industry's genius, along with his subordinates. His subordinates, trembling with anxiety, muttered their apologies to Ekansh."Sorry for being late,Hukum.We had some unforeseen traffic issues," one of them stammered.

. Mr. Saraf didn't even spare a glance in their direction. He strode to the seat of the conference table and took a seat, displaying a hint of arrogance that was no match for Ekansh's dominance.

He raised an eyebrow, challenging Malik's tardiness without uttering a word. Ekansh's piercing gaze fell upon Saraf and the others, asserting his authority in the room.

He leaned forward, a glint of dominance in his eyes, and began the meeting without acknowledging their apologies. His commanding presence made it clear that he was in charge, and there would be no room for arrogance or selfishness during this crucial discussion. As the meeting progressed, Ekansh's dominating demeanor set the tone for a productive and focused session. He wasn't going to let anyone, not even Mr. Saraf derail the progress of this important project.

Few hours later

After all the presentations were done, Ekansh stepped aside to discuss matters with his brother and the head employees of the various department after some mins of discussion, they had come to a conclusion. Ekansh cleared his throat and addressed the room, "Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate all the presentations we've seen today. It's been enlightening.However, after careful consideration and consultation with our key team members, we've reached a decision. "He paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Saraf and Mr. Goyal, who had been patiently waiting for the verdict. 

"We would like to work with you, Mr. Goyal," Ekansh announced firmly. "And, as a matter of fact, tomorrow we would like to sign the contract of our project.

The room buzzed with whispers and surprised glances. Saraf's arrogant facade cracked slightly, revealing a hint of frustration. Meanwhile, Mr. Goyal remained composed, acknowledging the opportunity with a gracious nod.

As the meeting concluded, and everyone began to leave the room, with a determined voice, Ekansh called out, "Avinash."Avinash, turning at the sound of his name, was visibly surprised. "Yes?" he responded, addressing Ekansh with the respectful term "hukum.""How have you been after all these years?" Ekansh inquired, his tone softened compared to earlier.Avinash, taken aback by Ekansh's unexpected recognition, stammered, "I've been well, But I'm surprised you remember me. We were just classmates."Ekansh smiled genuinely. "I remember those who've helped me along the way, Avinash."

Their conversation was overheard by Mr. Saraf, He approached the two men and started clapping sarcastically."Wow, Mr. Ekansh Vir Chaudhary, if you wanted to award your friend the project, why did you bother with this unnecessary drama?  mera CEO of 'THE GREATS' ka time waste kiya bass iss drama ke liye  . aur vho bhi ek rishta nibhane ke liye bhul gaye kya apni ma ke sath kaisa rishta hai tumhara  chalo yeh bhi chodo dost ke sath jho rishta nibha rahe ho,utna ma ke sath nibha lete  Mr. Saraf remarked with a touch of irritation in his voice.Listening to Mr. Saraf's taunts, Ekansh's anger flared up like a tempest within him. His jaw clenched so tightly that it felt like it might shatter. His face contorted with rage, and before anyone could react, Ekansh unleashed a powerful punch that struck Mr. Saraf square in the jaw.

The force of the blow was so unexpected and intense that Mr. Saraf staggered backward, his face a mask of shock and pain. Within seconds, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his jaw, the taste of blood in his mouth.Ekansh, his breathing heavy and his eyes ablaze with fury, knelt down beside Mr. Saraf and spoke in a low, menacing voice, "Aaj jitna bola hai na tu, kal ke liye  yeh jawan bachegi nahi. Bhagane ka mauka de raha hun, bach paye toh bach ja. Tujhe ek ghante mein na tadpaya , na tho mein Ekansh Vir Chaudhary nahi. Bhag jahan tak bhag sakta hai,  your time starts now .'Tick tick tick'The room fell into a stunned silence, broken only by Mr. Saraf's labored breathing and pained moans. Ekansh's display of rage had sent shockwaves through the gathered crowd, leaving them bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
As Saraf, panting heavily, fled from the building, he could hear the relentless pursuit of Ekansh, who had taken his car and was chasing him as if he were the hunter and Saraf the prey. Fear coursed through Saraf's veins, and he glanced back, his eyes wide with terror, desperately seeking an escape route.After a heart-pounding ten minutes of the chase, Saraf's legs betrayed him, and he tripped and fell hard onto the pavement. He gasped for breath, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear.Ekansh, sensing the end of the chase, skidded to a stop, his car coming to rest just ahead of Saraf's fallen form. He stepped out of the car and slowly approached the panting, begging man.

Saraf, on the ground, was a picture of desperation. He looked up at Ekansh, his face contorted with terror and pleading, "Please, hukum, spare me! I'll do whatever you want!"Ekansh, his expression steely and resolute, loomed over Saraf, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You've pushed me to this, Saraf. It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

Ekansh, his face still stern and unforgiving, slowly reached inside his coat and withdrew a gleaming knife. The blade glinted ominously in the dim light of the isolated road. Saraf's eyes widened in terror as he saw the weapon in Ekansh's hand.

Saraf stammered, "Hukum please, let's talk about this. We can find a way to resolve our differences."

But Ekansh remained silent, his eyes locked onto Saraf's, his grip on the knife steady and resolute. It was clear that he had reached a point of no return, and no amount of pleading would change his mind.

With a deliberate and chilling calm, Ekansh made his move, advancing toward Saraf. And with swift motion he cut his Tongue in a strike. Ekansh used his tongue as a pen, dipping it into Saraf's own blood. He carefully wrote on Saraf's trembling hand, "Maafi, Hukum" - forgiveness, sir.

Ekansh's voice was calm but firm as he said, "This is your chance to make things right, Saraf. Take this lesson with you and remember it well."

Ekansh, turned away from Saraf, leaving him in pain on the isolated road. He walked back to his car, the knife now safely stowed away, and got behind the wheel. With a sense of closure, he drove away, leaving Saraf to reflect on the dramatic turn of events.

As he made his way back to his penthouse, Ekansh couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. The confrontation with Saraf had been intense, and it had brought to the surface memories and feelings he had long buried.

Reaching his penthouse, Ekansh stepped inside, leaving the events of the day behind. He looked out at the city skyline, the twinkling lights providing a relaxing backdrop to his thoughts, but calmness was far away from him.

"Hi, beautiful souls! This chapter might be a little intense for all of you, and I'm writing this type of dramatic scene for the first time. I hope you liked the new chapter, and I promise that in the next chapter, Ishita and Ekansh will meet each other. 

Tell me your thoughts about how you want their first impression of each other to be."