Yuv Agnihotri

Yuv Agnihotri. The CEO of one of India’s biggest, damn biggest business empires. 6'2, broad heavy shoulders, a big, commanding frame—he belonged to a royal family, and he looked every bit of it. Sharp, intimidating, a walking fortress. But beneath that, he was a man running on nothing but fumes. Overloaded. Overworked. Moving like a damn robot. His life had been reduced to one endless routine of meetings, numbers, awards—none of which felt like they meant anything anymore. “He's the oldest, he has to be smart.” That's what he’d been told when they handed him studies instead of toys “Make him do business, he's the oldest, he has to be responsible.” That's what he’d been hearing through his teenage years. “You must win this. You must win that.” That's what echoed now, every single day,