The next morning began much earlier than usual for Kavya Sharma.
Although she had barely slept the previous night, her eyes opened before dawn, long before the alarm could ring. The excitement of receiving such a large catering contract should have made her happy, but instead it had filled her mind with hundreds of questions. She had spent most of the night calculating expenses, estimating food quantities, making rough menus, and wondering whether she was making the biggest mistake of her life.
The Singh family was not an ordinary client.
One mistake could destroy her reputation.
One successful event could change her future.
And at this point, failure was not something she could afford.
The surgery money was still hanging over her head like a dark cloud.
Five lakh rupees.
Every time she thought about it, her chest tightened.
The two lakh from the wedding would not solve everything, but it would bring her closer to saving Baba's life.
That thought alone was enough to push away her fear.
By seven in the morning, she had completed her regular deliveries and handed over the kitchen responsibilities to two women who occasionally helped her during larger orders. She then hurried back home to get ready for the meeting.
Getting ready was not exactly complicated.
Unlike many girls her age, Kavya did not own expensive clothes or designer handbags.
After opening her small cupboard, she carefully selected the neatest salwar suit she had. It was simple, light blue, and several years old, but she had kept it in excellent condition.
Standing in front of the mirror, she adjusted her dupatta and stared at her reflection.
For a moment, doubt crept back into her mind.
Would people like the Singhs even take her seriously?
What if they looked at her and decided she wasn't capable?
What if they changed their mind?
What if—
"Kavya."
The gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.
She turned around.
Baba was standing near the doorway.
His weak smile immediately softened her expression.
"You look worried."
"I'm not worried."
"You are."
She sighed.
"Maybe a little."
Baba slowly walked toward her and placed a hand on her head.
"Do you know why I never worry about you?"
She shook her head.
"Because every time life tries to push you down, you stand up stronger."
The words hit her harder than she expected.
For years, whenever things became difficult, Baba had been the person who reminded her not to give up.
Even now, despite his illness, he was trying to comfort her.
Not the other way around.
Her eyes became slightly moist.
"I'll do my best."
"I know."
"And I'll arrange the surgery money."
A shadow briefly crossed his face.
Then he smiled again.
"I never doubted that either."
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The meeting location was not the Singh Mansion.
Instead, it was being held at one of the luxury hotels owned by the Singh Group.
The moment Kavya stepped out of the auto-rickshaw and looked at the building, she felt a wave of nervousness wash over her.
The hotel looked enormous.
Its glass exterior reflected the morning sunlight like polished crystal. Luxury cars lined the entrance, and uniformed staff moved around with perfect efficiency.
For a second, she wondered whether she had come to the wrong place.
People like her didn't belong in places like this.
She tightened her grip on her file and forced herself forward.
Inside, the lobby was even more impressive.
Marble floors.
Massive chandeliers.
Fresh flowers.
Elegant furniture.
Everything seemed expensive.
Everything seemed perfect.
She felt painfully out of place.
A receptionist greeted her politely and directed her toward a conference room on the third floor.
As the elevator doors closed, Kavya took a deep breath.
This was just a meeting.
Nothing more.
She needed to stay calm.
When the elevator opened, she followed the signs until she reached the conference room.
Outside the door, she paused.
Her heartbeat accelerated.
Then she gathered her courage and entered.
The room was already occupied.
Several people sat around a large table discussing wedding preparations.
Event planners.
Decorators.
Design consultants.
Managers.
And at the center of them all sat a man she recognized instantly.
Even though she had never met him before.
Even though she had only seen him in newspapers and business magazines.
Aarav Raj Singh.
The chairman of the Singh Group.
For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
The media often described him as one of the most influential young businessmen in the country.
Seeing him in person made her understand why.
There was something commanding about his presence.
He wasn't speaking loudly.
He wasn't trying to attract attention.
Yet everyone in the room seemed naturally focused on him.
He sat with effortless confidence, listening to a presentation while reviewing several documents.
His expression was calm.
Controlled.
Unreadable.
The kind of face that revealed absolutely nothing.
Before Kavya could look away, his eyes briefly lifted.
For a second, their gazes met.
The moment lasted less than two seconds.
Yet something about it unsettled her.
His eyes were sharp.
Observant.
As though he noticed details most people missed.
A staff member approached her.
"Miss Kavya Sharma?"
"Yes."
"Please come in."
The conversation around the table paused.
Several people looked toward her.
Suddenly, every insecurity she had ever possessed returned at once.
Her simple clothes.
Her modest background.
Her small catering business.
Everything felt insignificant compared to the people around her.
But then she remembered Baba.
And straightened her shoulders.
She hadn't come here for approval.
She had come here for work.
The event manager introduced her to the group.
"This is Ms. Kavya Sharma. She'll be handling the catering."
A few people exchanged curious glances.
One woman looked surprised.
Perhaps she had expected someone older.
Someone with a larger company.
Aarav said nothing.
He simply watched.
The meeting began.
Questions came quickly.
How many staff members could she arrange?
What experience did she have?
Could she manage large-scale production?
What backup plans did she have in case of emergencies?
For nearly forty minutes, she answered everything calmly.
At first her voice shook slightly.
Then confidence slowly returned.
Because this was the one area where she knew her worth.
Food.
Cooking.
Management.
Customer satisfaction.
These were things she understood.
By the end of the discussion, several skeptical expressions had disappeared.
People were impressed.
Not because she spoke like a businesswoman.
But because she knew exactly what she was doing.
Finally, Aarav spoke for the first time.
The room immediately became quiet.
"What is your biggest concern?"
The question surprised her.
She had expected something more technical.
For a moment, she considered giving a professional answer.
Then she decided to be honest.
"Quality."
Aarav looked interested.
She continued.
"No matter how large the event becomes, the food should never feel mass-produced. Guests should feel like they're eating something made with care."
A brief silence followed.
Then Aarav nodded once.
Just once.
But somehow, that felt important.
The discussion continued for another hour before the final contract was presented.
When Kavya saw the numbers written on the agreement, her heart nearly stopped.
The advance payment alone was larger than what she usually earned in months.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she signed.
This was real.
The opportunity was real.
The money was real.
The hope was real.
After the meeting ended, people gradually began leaving.
Kavya carefully collected her documents and prepared to leave as well.
She was halfway to the door when someone spoke behind her.
"Miss Sharma."
She turned.
Aarav was standing there.
For some reason, that made her even more nervous than the entire meeting.
"Yes, sir?"
His expression remained neutral.
"If you need additional resources for the event, inform the management."
She blinked.
That wasn't what she expected.
"Thank you."
"The wedding must proceed smoothly."
"It will."
For the first time, something resembling approval appeared in his eyes.
Not warmth.
Not friendliness.
Just confidence.
As though he believed she could handle the responsibility.
The interaction lasted less than a minute.
Yet after leaving the hotel, she found herself thinking about it.
Strange.
Very strange.
Because she had met many clients before.
None of them had left an impression.
Why was this different?
She shook her head and dismissed the thought.
There were more important things to worry about.
Much more important things.
Like organizing one of the largest catering events of her life.
Like arranging staff.
Like purchasing supplies.
Like earning enough money to save Baba.
The future was uncertain.
The workload ahead seemed impossible.
But for the first time in months, hope felt stronger than fear.
And somewhere in the city, fate was quietly preparing the next chapter of her story.
One that would bring her closer to the Singh family than she could ever imagine.