Saturday evening.

The flagship Haveli restaurant was fully booked.

Soft classical instrumentals played in the background. Crystal glassware. Brass lamps. Warm amber lighting that made everything look expensive.

On the upper floor, a private section overlooked the main hall.

That was where he stood.

He carried the kind of presence that made people lower their voices automatically. Slightly older than her, respected across Delhi — not just because of money, but because of discipline. Control. Reputation.

The kind of man whose name opened doors.

Siddharth did not usually appear on-site unless something mattered. Tonight, it did. A potential franchise partner from Mumbai was visiting.

Managers hovered around him carefully.

He spoke in short, precise sentences. No wasted words.

And then—

He noticed movement near the entrance.

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She had not informed him she was coming.

Staff straightened immediately.

“Madam.”

She smiled at them, greeting each by name.

He watched the entire exchange without interrupting.

She walked toward him.

“You did not mention you were coming, {{user}}.” he said evenly.