Actually, the "boss" was none other than Kiara's father, Mr. Ravish Shergill, and the man who had been acting up earlier was his secretary, Mr. Herbert.
Upon learning that Aryan had called, Mr. Shergill didn't hesitate. He put the call on speaker and answered promptly.
Mr. Shergill: Hello, Mr. Aryan.
Aryan: Hello.
Mr. Shergill: First of all, I must apologize for my secretary's behavior. It was completely unacceptable.
Aryan: That's alright, Mr. Shergill. It doesn't really matter to me.
Mr. Shergill: You've called quite unexpectedly. Is there anything I can assist you with?
Aryan: Yes, actually. There's an auto expo happening here in Silchar. I came with some friends, but we ran into trouble at the entry—something about needing passes. Could you possibly help us with that?
Mr. Shergill: Consider it done. Please hold the line for a moment.
He immediately instructed Mr. Herbert to contact the expo head. Mr. Herbert dialed Mr. Sharma and informed him to escort Aryan and his friends inside personally and assist them with anything they needed.
Giving a thumbs-up to Mr. Shergill after the call, Mr. Herbert confirmed the arrangements. Mr. Shergill returned to the call.
Mr. Shergill: Hello, Mr. Aryan?
Aryan: Yes?
Mr. Shergill: It's taken care of. The expo head will be with you shortly and will guide you and your friends inside.
Aryan: I appreciate it. Thank you.
Mr. Shergill: Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything else in the future.
Aryan: Alright.
Aryan ended the call and turned to his friends.
Aryan: It's sorted. Someone from the expo will be here shortly to take us inside.
Mandeep: Seriously? That's awesome!
Just then, the security guard who had been rude earlier returned.
Guard (rudely): Don't even think about following me in. Wait right here. I'm calling backup. We're throwing you out.
Biraj: What's his problem?
Soon, a group of guards approached.
Aakash: Aryan, more guards. What do we do now?
Aryan: Don't worry. Just trust me.
Before the guards could act, a firm voice rang out.
Voice: What's going on here?
It was Mr. Sharma, the head of the exhibition—a man of high status in society, known for his strict demeanor.
Mr. Sharma: Guards, what's the issue here?
Guard: Sir, they're trying to enter without passes. We tried stopping them, but they kept insisting someone from inside would escort them in.
(Before the guard could say more…)
Mr. Sharma: Mr. Aryan? Is that you?
Aryan: Yes, I'm Aryan Paul.
Mr. Sharma: Sir, we're honored to have you here. Please, come in.
Aryan: My friends, too?
Mr. Sharma: Of course. They're welcome as well.
With that, Mr. Sharma led them inside. They were soon immersed in the dazzling display of cars and bikes—vintage and cutting-edge alike. After browsing for a while, Aryan selected a striking red Mahindra Thar, made the payment, and instructed Mr. Sharma to begin the paperwork.
Two hours passed, with Mr. Sharma personally accompanying Aryan the entire time—something that astonished the guards, given Mr. Sharma's reputation for being aloof and authoritative.
Later, Mr. Sharma shared a piece of information.
Mr. Sharma: Mr. Aryan, in just a few minutes, we'll be showcasing some advanced, futuristic models. You might find them interesting.
Before Aryan could respond, his friends had already moved toward the special display area. Aryan silently followed, along with Mr. Sharma.
Soon, the host appeared on stage.
Host: Ladies and gentlemen, we're nearing the end of the show. But before we wrap up, it's time to unveil two absolute beasts. Without further delay, let's bring them out!
As staff revealed the vehicles, a collective gasp rose from the crowd. The host smiled.
Host: On my right, we have the futuristic Kawasaki Z900 ABS—an engineering marvel. And on my left... the vehicle personally used by our Honorable Prime Minister—none other than the Mercedes-Maybach S650 Guard!
He elaborated on their features and top-tier security specs. Then Mr. Sharma turned to Aryan.
Mr. Sharma: Mr. Aryan, do any of these interest you?
Kajal: No, he's not going to buy that.
Abhi: He only came to get a normal car. We talked him into attending this. No way he's buying one of these—they're insanely expensive.
Aryan (seriously): Mr. Sharma, how much for both?
Everyone—including Mr. Sharma—froze.
Aryan's friends knew the staggering cost of these beasts. Aryan was wealthy, yes, but this was on another level.
Mr. Sharma: The Kawasaki Z900 ABS is priced at ₹9.5 lakhs. The Mercedes-Maybach S650 Guard is around ₹12.6 crores. With your Thar included, the total comes to about ₹12.8 crores. You've already paid ₹11.5 lakhs.
Aryan: I'll pay ₹13 crores. Just make sure everything is delivered by tonight.
With that, Aryan pulled out a sleek black debit card and completed the transaction. Then he and his friends left the venue.
On the way home, the car ride was silent—stunned by Aryan's overnight purchase of ₹13 crores. Eventually, they all headed to their respective homes.
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Questions That Remain:
Why did Mr. Shergill show such immense respect to Aryan?
Why did Aryan spend such a massive amount on two "beasts"?
Will Aryan become the owner of the Cachar Club?