After lunch, Nidhi returned to the office. As soon as she stepped onto the floor and the elevator doors opened, she heard Neel's voice from a distance.
At that moment, Neel was standing at the entrance, blocking seven or eight men from going inside.
A boy wearing a white shirt was pleading, "Neel, please let me meet ma'am just once."
"Where did you get the courage?" Neel said angrily. "Do you even have your own house and car in Mumbai?"
The boy shook his head. "No."
"How much savings do you have?"
"Three lakh," he replied softly.
Neel glared at him. "How dare you approach ma'am with only three lakh in savings?"
Just then, another man came forward with a confident smile. "Neel, I own an apartment worth three crore, and my salary increases by eight thousand every month. Can you please place this letter on ma'am's desk?"
Neel looked him up and down. "Look at yourself. You are thirty-two years old, and ma'am is only eighteen. Step back."
