In the bustling heart of Delhi stood a magnificent mansion that belonged to the Kohli family—a name that resonated power and prestige in the business world. The Kohlis weren't just wealthy; they were at the pinnacle of success, with Kohli Enterprises reigning as the number one business in India and the second-largest conglomerate in the world. Their empire spanned industries from tech to luxury goods, a legacy built on hard work, vision, and an unbreakable family bond.

In the grand, sprawling Kohli mansion, laughter and love filled the air. The family was everything to each other—more than just a business dynasty, they were each other's strength. The head of the family, Naitik Kohli, was the guiding force and had passed on his wisdom to his eldest son, Kartik. Kartik, serious and determined, had taken charge of the family business with relentless dedication, but his love for his family was unparalleled.

The Kohli mansion in Delhi was a modern marvel, all glass facades, sprawling lawns, and a helipad for their private chopper.

Inside, the house was buzzing with energy. The household staff rushed around polishing surfaces, arranging flowers, and setting up Ranbir's favorite dishes on the dining table.

Living Room:

(Created these pics myself by AI)

In the grand living room, Kartik Kohli, now the head of Kohli Industries, stood with his arms crossed, directing the preparations. His sharp suit, perfectly gelled hair, and authoritative tone screamed business mogul, but his slightly amused smile betrayed his excitement.

Kartik: (to a staff member) "Arey, woh Ranbir ka favorite coffee beans aaye ki nahi? Jo London wale hain. Samjho, unke bina toh Ranbir ka din shuru hi nahi hota (Hey, did not Ranbir's favorite coffee beans arrive yet? They are from London. Please understand, Ranbir's day doesn't start without them!)" 

The staff member nodded nervously and rushed off.

At the same time, Naira, Kartik's bubbly wife, was fluttering around the kitchen. Dressed in a floral kurti with her dupatta tucked neatly, she carried a bowl of halwa.

Naira: "Arre Sunita, yeh halwa taste toh kar! Zyada meetha toh nahi na? Ranbir ko pata hai kitna picky hai khane mein (Hey Sunita, please taste this halwa! Not too sweet, right? Ranbir knows how picky he is in food!)" 

She turned to her son, Kairav, who sat on the kitchen counter swinging his legs, a mischievous grin on his face.

Kairav: "Mamma, chachu Ranbir kya mujhe phir London wali chocolates laa rahe hain(Mother, is Uncle Ranbir bringing me London chocolates again?)" 

Naira: (pinching his cheek) "Chocolates toh laayega, par pehle homework karo warna Ranbir chachu daantenge(He will definitely bring chocolates, but do your homework first otherwise Ranbir uncle will scold you.)" 

Kairav pouted dramatically, but his eyes twinkled with excitement.

In the plush study upstairs, Naitik Kohli, the patriarch of the family and still the guiding force behind Kohli Enterprises, was on a video call with a board member. His regal demeanor and silver-streaked hair gave him an air of authority, but today, his stern face softened as he wrapped up his call.

Naitik: (to the person on the call) "Meeting baad mein karte hain. Mera beta Ranbir aa raha hai, aur family ke saath waqt guzarna mere liye sabse zaroori hai (Let's have a meeting later. My son Ranbir is coming, and spending time with family is most important for me.)" 

He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. His heart swelled with pride whenever he thought of Ranbir, the youngest Kohli, who had taken the international business world by storm.

Downstairs, the household's excitement peaked as Naira emerged, dragging Kartik along by his sleeve.

Naira: "Kartik, yeh kya ho raha hai! Tum bas order de rahe ho. Thoda help bhi karo na! Decorations check kar lo! Woh pink lilies maine mangwayi thi, Ranbir ke favorite(Kartik, what is happening! You are just ordering. Please help me a little! Check the decorations! I had ordered those pink lilies, Ranbir's favourite!)"

Kartik: (smirking) "Naira, main Kohli Industries chala raha hoon. Kya tumhare flowers ki quality check karna mere resume mein add hoga (Naira, I am running Kohli Industries. Would checking the quality of your flowers add to my resume?)" 

Naira: (mock glaring) "Kartik Kohli, tum aur tumhara attitude! Bas dekho, Ranbir aayega aur tumhe kaatega agar uska kuch pasand nahi aaya!"

Kartik: (laughing) "Haan haan, mujhe toh bas yeh dekhna hai ki Ranbir mujhe gyaan dene waala hai ya tum (Yes yes, I just want to see whether Ranbir is going to give me knowledge or you!)" 

Meanwhile, Kairav tugged at Kartik's hand.

Kairav: "Papa, Ranbir chachu ko bolenge ki mere liye superhero ke saare costumes le aaye(Papa, will you ask Ranbir Chachu to bring all the superhero costumes for me?)" 

Kartik: "Superhero toh tum khud ho, mere bete. Lekin chachu se demand karna tumhara birthright hai(Superhero you yourself are, my son. But demanding from uncle is your birthright.)" 

Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up outside silenced everyone. Naira gasped dramatically.

Naira: "Arre! Kya woh aagaya? Jaldi karo, sab ready hai na(Oho! Did he come? Hurry up, is everything ready?)" 

Kartik: (grinning at her panic)"Naira, relax. Yeh Ranbir ka entry scene nahi hai, ek aur gadi hogi (Naira, relax. This is not Ranbir's entry scene, there must be another vehicle)" 

The staff confirmed it was just a delivery, and everyone sighed in relief. The family burst into laughter, their excitement filling the room again.

In the corner, Naitik entered the living room, his commanding presence making everyone pause.

Naitik: "Kya shor macha rakha hai? Tum sab Ranbir ke fans lag rahe ho(What noise is being made? You all seem to be Ranbir's fans.)" (He chuckled warmly.)

Author ji (Esha): Bilkul Papa ji...aakhir voh RK hai. Aap nahi janate ki aap ka beta apne parivaar aur fans ke liye kitana important hai. Especially for us Pranbirians. 😎😭

"Lekin mujhe bhi Ranbir ke liye ek important baat karni hai. Tum log mujhe time doge ya woh bhi uska entry ke baad hi possible hai(But I also have an important thing to say to Ranbir. Will you guys give me time or is that too is possible only after his entry.)" 

Naira: (grinning) "Papaji, Ranbir ki entry ke baad toh aapka time impossible hoga. Abhi bata dijiye(Papa ji, after Ranbir's entry your time will be impossible. Tell me right now!)" 

Kartik: (with mock seriousness)

"Dad, kya baat hai? Aapka business mode abhi tak off nahi hua(Dad, what's the matter? Your business mode not turned off yet?)" 

Naitik: "Baat business ki nahi, par family ki hai. Ranbir ko ek surprise dena chahiye. Uska kaam toh wahaan London mein sabse alag tha, par ab woh family ke saath wapas hai. Uska ek naya office wing bana do Kohli House ke andar hi (It's not about business, it's about family. Ranbir should be given a surprise. His journey there was very different from that in London, but now he is back with his family. Build a office wing adjacent to Kohli House for him.)" 

The siblings exchanged smiles. Naira was already brimming with excitement.

Naira: "Perfect idea, Papaji! Waise bhi Ranbir ke saath ek welcome toh Kohli style hona chahiye (Perfect idea, Papaji! Anyway, there should be a welcome with Ranbir, Kohli style.)" 

The stage was set, and every corner of the Kohli mansion seemed to hum with anticipation. The family awaited their Ranbir—son, brother, and chachu.

The morning energy in the Kohli mansion had reached its peak. Just as Naira was busy ensuring the house looked perfect, Kartik's phone buzzed on the marble center table. He casually picked it up, his eyes scanning the screen.

Kartik: (reading aloud) "Bhai, ghar main raho. Main seedha office aa raha hoon. Tum wahi wait karo (Brother, stay at home. I am coming straight to the office. You wait there)" 

Naira: (spinning around dramatically) "Kya? Office? Arre, woh ghar kyun nahi aa raha? Yeh toh galat baat hai(What? Office? Hey, why isn't he coming home? This is so wrong!)" 

Kartik smirked, leaning back on the plush sofa as he waved his phone in the air.

Kartik: "Well, Ranbir kehte hain ki ghar ka sukoon chhodo, business mode mein aao. Dekha? He's making sure I stay in top form. Smart, no (Well, Ranbir says leave the comfort of home, get into business mode. See? He's making sure to stay in top form. Smart, no?)" 

Naira: (snatching a cushion and throwing it at him)

"Kartik, tum samajhte kyun nahi! Yeh koi kaam ki baat thodi hai? Yeh toh family reunion time hai(Kartik, why don't you understand! Is this of any work? It's family reunion time!)" 

Kartik: (dodging the cushion effortlessly) "Naira, Ranbir hai na woh? Uska family reunion bhi business meeting jaisa hoga. Tumhare halwa ke saath quarterly reports chahiye hongi usko (Naira, isn't he Ranbir? His family reunion will also be like a business meeting. He will want quarterly reports along with your pudding.)" 

(This song has been stuck on my head for the entry..enjoy❤🤷‍♀️)

https://youtu.be/t8mRx1BQv0w

A bustling Delhi skyline, the golden hues of the setting sun reflecting off the glass skyscrapers. The camera zooms in on the tallest building, the headquarters of RK Industries, crowned with a gleaming helipad. The sound of an approaching helicopter grows louder, cutting through the hum of the city below.

Cut to the rooftop: A crowd of sharply dressed executives, assistants, and security personnel waits with bated breath. The rotors of a sleek black helicopter send waves of wind rippling through their designer outfits. The tension is palpable—excitement mixed with awe.

The helicopter touches down with precision, its sheer presence a symbol of power. As the engine winds down, the door swings open. Slow motion begins as the man of the hour, RK or Ranbir Kohli, steps out.

Ranbir is dressed in a perfectly tailored midnight blue suit, paired with a crisp white shirt, the top button left casually undone. A silver pocket square gleams in the golden light. His hair is styled immaculately, his clean-shaven jawline sharp enough to cut glass. As he steps onto the helipad, he adjusts his designer sunglasses with the ease of someone born to command attention.

A soft breeze catches his hair, and for a fleeting moment, the camera captures the faces of the women in the crowd—awed, mesmerized, and utterly smitten. He is not just their boss; he is their heartthrob, the man they secretly admire but know better than to approach casually.

Ranbir: (without looking at anyone, his deep voice carrying over the fading helicopter noise)

"Let's cut the theatrics. Status on the Shekhawat merger?"

A senior executive, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, steps forward hesitantly. His voice trembles slightly under RK's piercing, unreadable gaze.

Executive: (nervously) "S-Sir, the deal is... progressing. Their team is pushing back on a few clauses, but we're working on a resolution—"

Ranbir turns his head sharply, lowering his sunglasses to reveal striking eyes that hold a mix of intensity and impatience. His expression alone silences the man mid-sentence.

Ranbir: (icily) "Working on a resolution? This isn't a school project. Either we close it, or they lose their chance. Make sure they understand—RK doesn't wait."

The executive nods furiously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Ranbir steps past him, his every move exuding power. The sound of his polished leather shoes against the helipad floor is the only noise as the others fall silent.

At the elevator, his personal assistant, Aman, rushes forward. Aman is efficient, confident, and utterly loyal to Ranbir. He carries a tablet, already prepared with the next agenda.

Aman: (respectfully, keeping pace) "Sir, the investors' meeting is scheduled for 7 PM. They're looking forward to hearing your pitch on the new expansion plans."

Ranbir pauses, removing his sunglasses and sliding them into his pocket. His piercing gaze locks onto Aman, his lips curving into a faint, calculating smirk.

Ranbir: "Looking forward? Let them anticipate a little longer. Schedule it for 7:15. I like to see who can handle waiting for me and who can't."

[Aman nods, but Ranbir isn't done. He leans in slightly, his tone dropping to a level that sends a chill down Aman's spine.]

Ranbir: "And Aman... ensure no one in that room wastes my time. If they can't keep up, I'll make sure their exit is swift and permanent. Got it?"

Aman straightens, his respect for Ranbir apparent in his quick response.

"Understood, sir. It'll be done."

With a small nod, Ranbir steps into the private elevator, his posture immaculate, his gaze forward. The camera captures the doors closing with a metallic click, reflecting his flawless suit and unshakable aura of authority.

The camera zooms out as the elevator descends. Outside, the city of Delhi glimmers like a treasure chest beneath the twilight, the seat of his family's empire.

Cut to the executives and staff left on the rooftop, exhaling audibly once Ranbir is out of sight. A young assistant leans toward her colleague, whispering in awe.

Assistant 1: "Yaar, RK sir ki personality ka asar toh helicopter se bhi zyada powerful hai (Man, the impact of RK sir's personality is more powerful than a helicopter.)" 

Assistant 2: "Powerful? He's magnetic. Dekhne mein Greek god aur kaam mein Shark Tank ka asli boss (Powerful? He's magnetic. Looks like a Greek God and in work is a real Shark Tank boss.)" 

A distant hum of music builds in the background, foreshadowing the grandeur that RK's mere presence demands. The rooftop clears as everyone rushes to prepare for the night ahead—a night where RK, the king of their world, will reign supreme.

Kohli Enterprises Headquarters – A Grand Arrival

The Kohli Enterprises HQ was buzzing with excitement. Staff members, family friends, and even employees had gathered to witness the arrival of Ranbir Kohli, the globe-trotting younger son of the Kohli family. The glass doors of the towering building gleamed under the sunlight, and a red carpet stretched all the way from the entrance to the main parking area.

A convoy of luxury cars pulled up in style. The sleek, black Rolls Royce halted in the center of the carpet. The chauffeur quickly stepped out and opened the door. First came Ranbir's leather shoes, polished to perfection, followed by his sharp, custom-tailored suit. He stepped out like a king returning to his kingdom, his sunglasses reflecting the golden sunlight.

Cue slow-motion entry as the girls gathered near the entrance gasped in unison.

Girl 1: "Arre yaar, Ranbir Kohli kitna dashing lagta hai! London ka magic hai kya (Oh man, Ranbir Kohli looks so dashing! Is this the magic of London?)" 

Girl 2: (dramatically fanning herself) "Magic nahi, Kohli ka swag hai. India ka Shah Rukh Khan lag raha hai. Oh...kash vah Ranbir mera pati hota(Not magic, it's Kohli's swag. He looks like the Shah Rukh Khan of India. Oh, if only that Ranbir could be my husband!)" 

Author ji(Esha): Arre shut up Chudail(Witch)

Girl 2: What's your problem with me

Author ji(Esha): Tum yahan Rhea banane ki koshish kyun kar rahi ho? Usake aur us buaji jaisi chudailon ke liye koi pravishti nahin hai. To Get Lost (Why are you trying to be Rhea here. There is no entries for witches like her and that buaji. So Get lost)" 

Author ji Rocked Once again 😎😆🤣

As Ranbir walked towards the building, a group of young women, including family friends and Naira's cousins, dressed in colorful lehengas, rushed forward with aarti plates. They circled him, their bangles jingling as they giggled.

Naira's Cousin: "Ranbir bhaiya, pehle nazar utaro! London se aaye ho, nazar toh lag sakti hai(Ranbir brother, look up first! You look like you've come from London.)" 

Ranbir: (chuckling, pushing his sunglasses down slightly to look at her) "Shukriya, lekin nazar lagti hai unko jo rukte hain. Main toh chalne wala hoon (Thank you, but my eyes are on those who stop it. I am so going to walk.)" 

Everyone laughed as the girls completed the aarti ritual, and just as the diya circled for the last time, rose petals showered down from the balcony above, adding to the dramatic effect. The staff clapped enthusiastically, clearly awestruck by the larger-than-life scene unfolding in front of them.

From the front doors, Naira, Kartik, Kairav, and Naitik emerged, all smiles. Naira couldn't contain her excitement and ran towards Ranbir.

Naira: (teasingly) "Ranbir! Yeh kya? Office ke bulane ka drama aur khud movie hero ki tarah entry? Tum toh bilkul London ke King Kohli ban gaye ho(Ranbir! What is this? The drama of office call and entry like a movie hero? You have absolutely become the King Kohli of London.)" 

Ranbir: (grinning, giving her a side hug) "Bhabhi, drama bhi ek art hai. Aur Kohli family ke genes mein art hai, hai na(Sister-in-law, drama is also an art. And art is in the genes of Kohli family, isn't it?)" 

Kartik: (walking up with folded arms) "Ranbir, yeh kya nautanki thi? Straight ghar aate, yeh sab office ka idea tumhe kahan se aaya(Ranbir, what kind of drama was this? Comes straight from home, where did you get this idea of ​​all this office?)" 

Ranbir: (pulling Kartik into a hug) "Bhai, aapko pata hai na, mera work-life balance alag hai. Office meri field hai, aur Kohli empire ka asli base yeh jagah hai (Brother, you know, my work-life balance is different. Office is my field, and this place is the real base of Kohli Empire)" 

Kairav: (jumping excitedly, pulling Ranbir's hand) "Ranbir chachu! Ranbir chachu! Mere costumes laaye na? Superhero ke(Ranbir uncle! Ranbir uncle! Did you bring my costumes? Of superheroes?)" 

Ranbir: (pretending to think) "Costumes toh... Oh no, bhool gaya(Costumes so... oh no, forgot!)"

Kairav's face fell dramatically, and Ranbir quickly pulled a small package from his bag.

Ranbir: "Bas mazaak tha, buddy. Yeh lo, tumhare favorite superheroes(It was just a joke, buddy. Here you go, your favorite superheroes!)" 

Kairav squealed in delight, hugging Ranbir tightly.

Naitik: (finally stepping forward with his signature warmth) "Ranbir, welcome back. Tumhare bina yeh family complete nahi lagti(Ranbir, welcome back. This family does not seem complete without you.)" 

Ranbir: (touching Naitik's feet) "Papaji, ghar chhod kar jaana mushkil hota hai, par wapas aana hamesha special lagta hai (Dad, it is difficult to leave home, but coming back always feels special.)" 

As the moment turned emotional, Ranbir's mischievous grin returned. He took the mic handed to him by an employee and raised it like a rockstar.

Ranbir: "Ab itne saare log aaye hain, toh ek Kohli style welcome hona chahiye. Ready ho sab(Now so many people have come, so there should be a Kohli style welcome. Everyone is ready?)" 

Naira: "Arre wah! Ranbir singing mode mein hai. Bas karo, sabko nachaoge kya(Wow! Ranbir is in singing mode. Stop it, will you make everyone dance?)" 

Ranbir: (winking) "Bhabhi, mujhe pata hai aapki dance moves ka bhi intezaar hai(Sister-in-law, I know I am waiting for your dance moves too!)" 

The beat of "Gallan Goodiyan" kicked in, and Ranbir began singing the first few lines, his deep voice electrifying the atmosphere. The crowd erupted in cheers, and soon the entire family joined in. Kartik and Naira twirled to the music, while Kairav jumped around with his superhero cape.

https://youtu.be/jCEdTq3j-0U

(The classics 😍😁)

The staff and friends clapped and swayed to the music as Ranbir pulled Naira into the center.

Ranbir: (singing and laughing) "Bhabhi, yeh chance mat chhodo. Family party ke bina Kohli style incomplete hai(Sister-in-law, don't leave this chance. Kohli style is incomplete without family party!)" 

Naira: (dancing and laughing)"Tumhara bhai kitna boring hai, woh bhi dance karega kya(Your brother is so boring, will he also dance?)" 

Kartik: (pretending to groan) "Ranbir, tumhare ideas kabhi shant nahi hote. Fine, I'm in(Ranbir, your ideas never rest. Fine, I'm in!)" 

Soon, the dance floor became a whirlwind of color and joy. Ranbir spun Kairav in the air, Naitik clapped along proudly, and the entire scene was pure Bollywood—celebration, music, and a strong sense of family.

As the music slowed, Ranbir looked at everyone and spread his arms wide.

Ranbir: "Thank you, Kohli family! Aap sab duniya ki best family ho. Aur main wapas aa gaya hoon, Kohli empire ko aur upar le jaane ke liye(Thank you, Kohli family! You all are the best family in the world. And I'm back, to take the Kohli Empire even higher!)" 

The family cheered, their bond unbreakable, their love filling the room like the fragrance of the rose petals still scattered on the floor. Ranbir Kohli's return was nothing less than legendary.

✨ Hey Wattpad Fam! ✨

OMG, I poured my heart and soul into crafting this scene, and I hope you absolutely felt the grandeur of RK's entry! From the power-packed dialogues to the cinematic vibes, this one was a labor of love. 🌟

Let me know—did you love the entry? Were the pictures in your mind as vivid as I hoped? And what about the songs—did they match the larger-than-life vibe of RK's arrival? 🎶

And don't worry, the moment you've been waiting for is coming soon... Pranbir's first meeting is just around the corner! 😍🔥

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