Aarav Oberoi never made mistakes.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

The sleek glass walls of Oberoi Enterprises gleamed under the harsh office lights, but inside the penthouse suite, the air felt thick — with tension, suspicion, and something darker. A confidential project, years in the making, had just been compromised. Millions lost. Trust shattered.

And all fingers pointed to one person.

Ruhi Sharma.

His assistant. The one who had been with him through late nights and endless board meetings. The one he never thought could betray him.

But the files had leaked. And in Aarav’s eyes, betrayal was betrayal — no matter who wore the mask.

He didn’t pause to ask questions. He didn’t look for proof. Because in the ruthless game of business, weakness was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

His decision was swift, brutal.

He ruined her.

Her career. Her reputation. Her future.

Now, as the city lights flickered below his office window, Aarav felt a strange weight — not of triumph, but of something far heavier.

Regret.

Because the real traitor was still out there.

And the woman he destroyed was innocent.