Chapter 233: Sharp confrontation with sister part -1
When Rohit reached Arya’s cabin, he was not surprised to find her already buried in work — scrolling through her notebook and typing furiously.
He knocked once.
No response.
Her attention remained locked on the screen.
Rohit glanced left and right, confirming there were no onlookers, then calmly walked in and sat in the visitor’s chair. He crossed one leg over the other, settling in as if he owned the place.
That earned him a short, sharp glare from Arya before she returned to typing. A couple of minutes later she exhaled, closed the laptop screen, and finally looked at him. Her eyes were cold and vicious, as if she was deciding exactly where to start.
Rohit asked lazily,
"What? Still sore about me coming inside without asking your permission?"
Arya’s face tightened. She stood up abruptly and pointed a finger at him, her voice trembling with barely controlled anger.
"Mind your tone, Rohit. Don’t forget who you’re talking to."
Her cheeks had already turned a faint red. The double meaning of his words was not lost on either of them — especially after the fight they had once had over that exact subject. Rohit leaned back, clearly enjoying the way her temper flared. He didn’t push further, but the quiet satisfaction was obvious on his face.
He raised both hands in mock surrender.
"Oops. I thought I was summoned. Should I leave then?"
Arya clenched her fists, forced herself to calm down, and sat back in her chair. Technically, he hadn’t done anything wrong yet.
"No. Wait."
She took a deep breath. When she looked at him again, her expression had turned cold and serious.
"I want to know why you were so confident that we could handle their export services. Is there some deal between you and Dad regarding logistics... or any future products?"
Rohit raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by her misunderstanding. He answered without hesitation.
"Nope. I have no such deals. Only the shares..."
He paused deliberately, carefully omitting the fact that those shares were already being traded for money. Keeping Arya slightly off-balance was useful. He wanted that leverage for later.
Realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened.
"So that was a bluff."
Rohit chuckled and shook his head.
"Not entirely. Everything I said was based on real possibility. We only needed to show them that the unit we were selling still had value."
Arya narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.
"And what if they actually include those terms in the contract? How do you expect me to handle that?"
Rohit shrugged.
"Give me that chair. I’ll handle it."
She didn’t reply. She simply stared at him.
After a moment, Rohit’s expression softened slightly. He spoke more sincerely.
"Look, sis. Even if they deliberately add that clause, we can simply counter it with another condition — that we are willing to cooperate only if they provide proper compensation under mutually decided terms. They won’t come with exact numbers right away. And if everything goes better than expected... we call Dad into the business. Who knows, we might even earn a commission out of it."
Arya tapped her fingers against her arm, still keeping her posture closed. She looked straight at him.
"How much of your memory has recovered? Tell me the truth." Her eyes narrowed further. "Are you really acting on your own... or is someone behind you?"
For a brief second Rohit was caught off guard by the memory-loss question — especially since no such memory loss had ever happened. Then the second part of her question brought the smug smile back to his face.
"Is it so hard to admit that I’m a genius? Why keep circling around the point when you can just ask me directly what you want? As your younger brother, you already know how sincere I am with you... right?"
Arya’s brows furrowed even deeper.
During the meeting she had genuinely felt threatened by him. The way he had taken control of the negotiation did not feel like the work of a rookie. Even though he had helped her close the deal, she could not ignore the fact that Rohit had shown the potential to surpass her. She needed to curb that growth — and she already had a plan for it.
"Since you helped me solve the problem and even assisted in closing the deal," she said coldly, "I have a proposal for you."
Rohit smirked.
"Let me guess... you want me to continue tonight from where we left off that night?"
Arya’s glare was sharp enough to silence him immediately. He raised his hands again, this time more carefully.
"...Okay. I was joking. Continue."
She pulled out a set of documents and placed them in front of him. Rohit’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the contents.
It was a formal job offer for the position of Technical Adviser — with a monthly salary of one million rupees.
Arya spoke with confident, almost proud composure.
"I had this prepared beforehand. But based on today’s performance, I’m willing to increase it fivefold. Five million rupees per month. You won’t need to come to the office. You’ll only assist when your skills are specifically required. Sounds lucrative, doesn’t it?"
Rohit continued reading. The contract was valid for five years, with room for growth based on performance. On the surface, the offer was generous — no mandatory office presence, no restriction on joining or starting other organizations. But he immediately saw the real scheme behind it.
The moment he signed, he would become a paid employee under her. That status would create serious legal complications if he ever tried to claim ownership of the company later. More than that, he would fall completely under her authority and lose the race for hierarchy.
Worse, with Arya’s personality, the lack of clear work boundaries meant she could bury him in tasks even from home.
In short, she was trying to legally bind him with what amounted to pocket change — while she herself was closing a hundred-million-dollar deal.
Rohit scoffed and placed the documents back on the table.
"Not interested."