The large meeting room of the company hummed with a symphony of many dialects and languages as they prepare for the seminar. Arjun stood at the head of the polished table, a globe mapped on the screen behind him. "Welcome, everyone," he said, his voice exuding a warmth that cut across the niceties of the scene. "It is a privilege to welcome here today representatives from the African Union, the United Nations, and other NGOs. Castle City has shown great benefit from our AI-driven conflict resolution solutions; we are keen to expand their application.Rising from the African Union, a tall woman with vivid headwrap raised her hand. "Mr. Arjun, we have quite keenly watched your development. The Sahel area is seeing growing strife; we think your technology could revolutionize things."Arjun nodded, "We know every area is different even if we share your hope. We are not providing a universal fix here. Our method consists in customizing the technology to fit the particular political and cu
Arjun and Kavita sipped in the living room of their estate over a stack of letters from individuals all around the world. These letters offered stories of how their work had changed countries, towns, even personal lives. Kavita picked up a letter written by a small Indian child. "Arjun, listen to this. Thanks to your foundation, I was able to pursue my passion of being an engineer and show up for class. I appreciate you believing in women just like me.'"Arjun grinned cosily. Kavita, that's lovely. These letters help us to remember the reason for our activities.Now a young guy driven by social justice and technology, Vivaan walked carrying a tablet. "Mom, Dad, you really have to see this. One of the communities where we applied dispute resolution artificial intelligence has a video.They watched as he played the film and heard a community elder speak. "We have been able to settle our differences amicably and concentrate on creating a better future for our children thanks to the AI t
Sitting at their kitchen table, Arjun and Kavita were softly illuminated by the early morning sun across the room. Papers and tablets abound on the table, each one loaded with ideas for their most recent projects. Though they had even more aspirations, the Global Youth Council was flourishing."Arjun became quite hopeful as they hung up the phone. "This is the way we produce actual change. Through cooperation, appreciation of local knowledge, and integration with our technologies."Their partnership with Dr. Hassan marked only the start. They contacted like-minded experts throughout the Middle East, Latin America, and Asia. Every area brought unique difficulties, but also great chances for learning and development.After a tough day of meetings, Arjun and Kavita sat on their porch one evening enjoying the cool wind. "We've come a long way," Kavita replied gently. "Still, there's a lot to do."Arjun held her hand. "And we'll do it one step at a time, one other. Like we have always done
Arjun saw the garden where Kavita was caring to her flowers from his study. The vista was bathed in a warm glow from the sun, and he felt calm almost automatically. Though their road had been long and difficult, they had negotiated it hand in hand. He had a gentle knock on the door. He said, turning to find who it was, "Come in."Entering the room was their son vivaan. He wore his father's will and the eyes of his mother. " dad, do you have a minute?"Always for you, lad. What then is on your mind?Raj settled down across from his father. "I have been considering the next major initiative for our foundation. There is a fresh project to supply Northern Indian far off villages with pure water. Though it is a big effort, I believe it is well worth it.Arjun slanted forward, his curiosity sparked. Tell me more, please.Vivaan went to get his father a folder. "We have located a number of settlements without access to pure water. The idea is to construct environmentally friendly water sys
“Welcome back babe…” Arjun made to hug Meera who had just walked into the living room, but she pushed him back slightly and walked past him.Arjun turned to rush after her, surprised at her reaction. Anytime Meera comes back from work, she would always want him to hold her in his arms for like ten minutes. She would always tell him it was her way of re-energizing because of how stressful work was.“Babe?” Arjun moved close to her as she handed him a Manila file, a stern expression on her face.“Sign it,” she gestured to the file and raised her gaze to meet Arjun’s who collected the file slowly and opened it.The file fell from his hands the moment he read the caption. “Divorce?” His jaw almost dropped as he had a bewildered expression.Meera picked up the file and stretched it towards Arjun again. “Sign it while I am being nice, Arjun. This marriage is a sham,” she said again.“Our marriage? A sham? Why do you say so Meera? We are madly in love with each other and I…”Meera raised up
Arjun rushed into the hospital and made his way straight to the room his mom was admitted after he was directed by the receptionist. He met the attending doctor coming out of the room.“Doc, how is my mum doing?” He asked impatiently as the doctor raised a confused brow at Arjun.“I am Prinu’s son. The woman in need of a kidney transplant.” He clarified.“Oh, Mr. Arjun. Have you paid the bills? The surgery needs to be conducted before 12 midnight. It’s very urgent as her condition has deteriorated.”Arjun immediately checked his phone to see any sign of alert from Meera. She had promised if he signed the document, she would wire the money. After he had signed it after being out under pressure, She said he would see an alert before he got to the hospital. He just realized that he hasn’t seen anything yet.“Mr. Arjun?” The doctor said as Arjun raised his head from his phone to meet the curious doctor’s gaze.“Is everything fine?”“Yes. I mean I am expecting some cash. I will definitely
“Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, Mr. Maratha. I am Vinod, the secretary of Rohan, who is the chairman of Maratha Industries and also your brother, Sir.”Immediately the words left his lips, Arjun immediately understood. The family that has turned against him in the past suddenly wants him back? When Vinod had mentioned Maratha industries, he was still in shock as he didn’t process immediately that it was his family. The family whom he has seated hatred for.“I don’t care. Maratha Industries could burn in hell for all I care.” He started to walk away but Vinod rushed after him even though he was older, the man was quite energetic. “Please, sir. Mr. Rohan only wants to have a talk with you. You are our last hope.”“I said, I don’t care!” Arjun spelt out as he made to walk away again but Vinod blocked his path.“I will call the cops on you.” Arjun threatened. He knew that was him being foolish because he was no match for Maratha Industries alone.“Your mother needs surgery, rig
“The company is all yours,” Rohan replied after a long moment of silence as Arjun's lipscurved into a smile.“If you say it like that, you would make it sound as if you are giving me something. But that’snot the case, Rohan…” Arjun stood up, tucked his hands into his pocket, and walked slowlytowards Rohan.“Maratha Industries has always been mine, Rohan. I am only taking backwhat is mine.” He glared at him and cleaned an invisible dust off his shoulders.“My identity as the new chairman shouldn’t be revealed. You might be the chairman to everyone, butlegally and on paper, I own Maratha Industries. You got it?” He asked with an intimidatinglook.Rohan nodded his head as if it were stiff. Arjun hadn't imagined in his wildest dreams that hecould intimidate people. His phobia for crowds had made him cool-headed and reserved. Butpeople change, right?The next day, Arjun had thought of going on a secret tour of Maratha company and use theopportunity to sign the document of transiti