Vihaan's Decision to Visit the Restaurant
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As soon as Vihaan stepped out of the bank, he stood by the roadside, lost in deep thought.
"I have to change myself, but gradually. If I suddenly reveal my true identity, people will become envious. The tallest tree is always the first to be struck by the axe, and I'm not willing to take that risk."
He took a few steps forward, his mind shifting toward investment.
"I need to invest my money wisely. 221 crores won't just sit idle. I will turn this into 1000 crores!"
But at the moment, something else occupied his mind—food.
A wave of hunger hit him, and he decided to eat at a high-end restaurant. A name instantly popped into his head—"Eat Delicious."
"That restaurant… the one I could only admire from a distance. I never had the courage to step inside because just one plate of food there cost more than my entire day's earnings."
But now, everything had changed.
"Today, I'm not just going there to eat. If I feel like it, I can buy the entire restaurant!"
A smirk formed on Vihaan's lips as he raised his hand to hail a cab.
"Take me to Eat Delicious," he said.
The cab sped away, taking Vihaan to a new chapter of his life.
The Guard's Insult
Vihaan arrived at the restaurant's grand entrance and was about to step inside when a security guard blocked his way.
Guard (in a rude tone): "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
Vihaan (confused): "Inside. I want to eat."
Guard (mocking): "This isn't some roadside stall, got it? This is Chandigarh's most expensive restaurant! It's not meant for people like you."
Vihaan's anger flared up.
This was the second time today that someone had judged him based on his appearance.
Vihaan (coldly): "Oh, Mr. Security Guard, are you the owner of this restaurant? Do you decide who gets to enter?"
Guard (laughing sarcastically): "I'm just doing my job. People like you don't come here to eat; they come here to beg!"
Vihaan clenched his jaw.
Without another word, he unzipped his bag, pulled out a thick wad of ₹500 notes, and waved them in front of the guard's face.
Vihaan (grinning): "What do you say now, dear security uncle? Am I here to beg or to buy this restaurant?"
The guard's eyes widened in shock. His mouth went dry as he stared at the massive pile of cash.
Guard (stammering): "S-Sir… you can go inside! I-I'm so sorry! I thought that—"
Vihaan (smirking): "Save your excuses. Just move aside."
He brushed past the stunned guard and stepped inside the restaurant.
As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up.
The ambiance was breathtaking—soft golden lights, a soothing aroma of freshly cooked gourmet food, and elegantly dressed guests seated at luxurious tables.
But Vihaan wasn't here just for the food.
"I might end up buying this restaurant today."
Vihaan's New Identity – The Deal with Eat Delicious
Vihaan spotted an empty table and took a seat.
Within moments, a well-dressed waiter approached him. Unlike the guard, the waiter didn't judge him based on his appearance.
That was because the owner of Eat Delicious had a strict rule—
"A customer is like God, no matter who they are."
Vihaan appreciated this policy. The restaurant had a pleasant atmosphere.
But now, a new idea had taken root in his mind—he wanted to own this place.
After placing his order, Vihaan relaxed, savoring every bite of the food. Once he finished, he reached into his bag and paid the entire bill in cash.
Then, without hesitation, he walked straight toward the manager's office.
Meeting the Restaurant Manager – Shreya
Inside the manager's cabin, a young and professional woman named Shreya was busy with paperwork.
When she saw a plainly dressed man enter, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Shreya (politely): "Hello, I'm Shreya, the manager of Eat Delicious. How may I assist you?"
Vihaan looked straight into her eyes, smiled slightly, and dropped a bombshell—
"I want to buy this restaurant."
For a moment, Shreya was speechless.
She stared at him, trying to process what he had just said.
Shreya (letting out a small laugh): "Are you joking?"
Vihaan simply shook his head.
Shreya studied him carefully.
His eyes held no hesitation, no doubt.
He was serious.
She took a deep breath and realized that she couldn't handle this alone.
So, without wasting any time, she reached for her phone and dialed a number.
The Boss's Call – A Punjabi Businessman's Response
The phone rang, and after a few moments, a deep Punjabi-accented voice answered—
Boss: "Hello, Shreya! What's the matter?"
Shreya: "Sir, there's a customer here. He says he wants to buy our restaurant."
Boss (laughing): "Oye! Are you joking?"
Shreya: "No, sir. I looked into his eyes. He's not joking."
The boss went silent for a moment, then spoke again, his voice now serious—
Boss: "Hmm… alright. Bring him to the top floor. I'll meet him."
Shreya hung up and turned to Vihaan.
Shreya (with newfound respect): "The owner wants to meet you. Please take the elevator to the top floor."
Vihaan nodded, his signature smirk returning to his face.
He got up and walked towards the elevator.
The real game was about to begin.
A New Chapter Begins
Vihaan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
As the elevator ascended, he took a deep breath.
"This is it. If all goes well, I'll walk out of here as the new owner of Eat Delicious."
The elevator chimed—
"Top floor."
As the doors slid open, Vihaan found himself in a lavish corridor with a single grand wooden door at the end.
It was clear—this was the owner's office.
He took a step forward and knocked lightly on the door.
A deep Punjabi voice called from inside—
"Come in!"
Vihaan pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The real negotiations were about to begin.