CHAPTER 65: SECRETS

●Darsh's P.O.V.●

"It's impossible!" I frowned and closed the browser.

I was abruptly brought back to reality when my phone rang. It was Uncle Hemant's call. I received it quickly. "Hello?"

"Master Darsh, we've lost the project." He spoke in a timid tone.

"What?" I scowled.

"Yes.

Despite my best efforts, someone else received the project." He apologised.

"Who? Who got the project?" I asked with a grave tone.

He responded, "Mittals."

"Fine," I muttered while gritting my teeth. "Come back. We need to discuss it."

"As you say, Master Darsh."

We spent three months working on this project. How did Mittal manage to land the job? I contemplated as I ended the call.

My train of thought was cut short by a knock on my office door. I asked, turning to face the door, "Who is it?"

"Bro, it's me, Akash."

Why in the world is he here right now? I exhaled a disappointed sigh. "Come in."

After he received my approval, Akash hurried inside. He wore a baggy shirt, jeans, a mask, a hat, and goggles. All of