Happy birthday, Mr. Naren.

The whole hall went to an uproar all over again when Naren made his grand entrance walking down the stairs with a glass of wine in his hands.

He looked dashing in his expensive suit and proud grin. Everyone gathered around him like bees around a flower. Some individuals proposed a toast for him and wished him a prosperous year ahead while others just praised him one way or another about his business and achievements.

The only exception is, of course, Shreya. She did not even bother to give him a second look as she leisurely sat down on the bar stool with her legs crossed. Her face was buried in her phones.

When Srinivas curiously peeked over her head, he found that she was actually playing a game. But he did not point her out or comment on it. He just went and stood guard a few feet away from her as always.