In the middle of the city stood a palace....so tall that people used to say whoever built it must have a pride bigger than the sky.
The owner of that palace was aryan Malhotra....abig name great wealth and an ego
Even.
He did not see people as humans but as stairs
...steps he had climbed to reach the top.
But in the narrow streets of the same city lived
Siya...a simple girl....yet with afire in her eyes
That could burn the pride of the mighty.
One day fate brought them face to face.
Aryan,s car came speeding....and siya,s basket of vegetables fell from her hands.
Everything shattered across the road.
Aryan rolled down his window.....
Took out some money...and threw it at siya,s
Face.
Take this it ,s more than you worth.the crowd
Was stunned.but siya did not bend ...did not
Break did not cry.
She picked up the money.... Dusted it off..and
Threw it back in to aryan,s car worth is not
Measure by money...sir ...it is measured by
Character.
For the first time someone had looked aryan in
The eye and answered back..
That day aryan laughed ....but that night for the
First time he could not sleep..
On the other sid siya made a promise...
The pride with which he cruhes other,s ...will
Make that same pride bow before me.
Days passed.....and suddenly news.
Spread ....Aryan company was sinking..... friend had turned into ememies employees were leaving.....crack had started appearing in
The walls of the palace..
And then ...a new company entered the city..
Its owner was siya sharma.
Aryan was shocked hook .
The girl he had insulted on the street....now
Stood before like a queen.siya smiled and
Said ..
What if the palace is tall ...if the foundation is
Weak it does not take long to fall.
For the first time aryan was silent.
Now the game had changed...
Pride was about to bow....
And the story had only just begun...