His Sunshine, His Midnight Rain

04

Naina stepped into the towering Mumbai Heights Tower, a place where her dreams had taken shape and flourished.

Approaching the reception desk, Naina maintained her professional composure and asked, "Is Mr. Thakur available?"

The receptionist, a young woman with an indifferent demeanor, glanced at Naina and then down at her computer screen. After a pause that felt longer than necessary, she finally nodded, her expression barely concealing a hint of judgment. "Yes, he's in his office. Go ahead."

With a polite thank you, Naina proceeded toward the elevators, her back straight and her steps unwavering. She couldn't help but overhear the receptionist's hushed conversation with a colleague as she left.

"Did you see that?" the receptionist whispered, leaning toward her coworker. "Naina, the one Mr. Thakur has a soft spot for. She's always here, taking advantage of her 'special' connection with him."

Her colleague, equally hushed, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's not fair. She gets all the perks just because she's close to him."

Naina chose to ignore the disparaging words, focusing on her own path.

she entered the elevator, leaving behind the negativity, and prepared to discuss her business matters with the man she considered a mentor and a father figure.

Inside Mr. Thakur's spacious office, Naina and her mentor exchanged warm smiles. The room was a testament to his success, adorned with tasteful artwork and a breathtaking view of Mumbai's skyline.

"How have you been, Naina?" Mr. Thakur inquired, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

Naina settled into a plush chair, grateful for his caring nature. "I'm doing well, uncle. The wedding planning business is thriving, thanks to your support and guidance."

Mr. Thakur nodded, pleased by her success. "I've always believed in your talent, Naina. Now, tell me, how can I assist you today?"

With the formalities out of the way, the discussion of her business needs and the potential for further investment.

Naina outlined her plans for expansion, her passion for creating unforgettable weddings evident in her every word. Mr. Thakur listened attentively, offering insights and advice that only came from years of experience.

As the meeting continued, it became evident that their connection was not just a business one but a deep-rooted bond that had grown over time.

They shared stories, laughter, and dreams, reminding each other of the father-daughter relationship they cherished.

In the end, the discussion turned to the details of the investment, but what truly mattered was the unwavering support and belief in each other's capabilities. As they finalized the agreement, Naina couldn't help but feel grateful for the mentorship and the family-like relationship she had found in Mr. Thakur.

By the gods grace that day she found him...

F L A S H B A C K

The cafe, owned by Naina's friend Sejal, was bathed in the soft glow of warm, inviting lights. It was the setting for Naina's crucial meeting with a investor.

Naina had high hopes, for her wedding planning startup was her dream, and she needed the financial backing to turn it into reality.

Sejal, the ever-supportive friend, had set up a cozy corner for the meeting, complete with steaming cups of coffee and the aroma of freshly baked pastries. Naina wore her determination like armor, ready to pitch her vision.