Kaira- Path Of Fate

Chapter 2

Kartik sipped on his coffee, going through the papers scattered on his table.

Upon hearing a knock, he looked infront and nodded to his PA to come in.

His PA informed him about the meeting that was to take place now and he seemed to be completely forgotten about it.

He closed his sleep deprived eyes for a moment and nodded to his PA, following him.

"With whom we are collaborating this time?" Kartik asked his PA walking towards the meeting room.

"Sir, its some graphical design company, pardon me I dont have much information, manager has it all." His PA informed him and he nodded.

Kartik opened the door and went inside, and greeted all the members present there.

His eyes fell on the screen before him, that was displaying his company's name and logo and the logo and name of the company he was collaborating with.

"Armour group of graphics."

The familiar name caught his attention.

"You know, one day I'll open up my own company." He chuckled at her dreamy statement.

"Really? And what would you name it?"

"I would name it armour."

"Why?"

"Probably because, I dont know." She grinned, he shook his head at her.

Kartik cleared his throat, shaking all the thoughts, he went to the screening.

His eyes fell on a girl clad in khaki pants and black coat.
But she seemed to be so kneely busy in discussion.

After getting done with discussing the main points, he called the meeting off.

The familiar figure walked upto him.

Black clashed against brown.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr Goenka." She said and forwarded her hand.

"Same here, Ms Singhania."

They both shook their hands, with a smirk plastered on both of their faces, that was telling another story.

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"I'm really impressed, you've come a long way." He said to Naira, sitting in cafe.

"Told you, never take me lightly."

"Never." She chuckled.

"Well, it wasn't really easy. I had zero experience but bhai and papa helped alot, for the first year they sponsored and you can say because of their name everyone started collaborating." She explained.

"Right." He nodded sipping on his drink.

Awkward silence.

"So, hows it going with you?" She asked, initiating conversation.

"Pretty much same. Hectic routine. I'm exhausted." He replied with an unpleasant expression.

"I figured it out. A person like you can never be at one place." She said and he raised his eyebrow.

"Whatever. What about you? I see, you're very well focused towards your work." He said and she nodded.

"It was my dream, and now I have to take the lead and make it more beautiful and memorable." She replied, he smiled at her.

Again, there was silence.

He looked at her, who was looking around. Her brown hairs, which he guessed she dyed, were looking beautiful.

He didn't know he would meet her like this. He couldn't figure out whether he was awkward or comfortable. But surely this meetup didn't turn out that awkward as he was expecting. He would always think how would he behave if he ever cross path with her, and now when they met, it wasn't that awkward, her vibes always made him comfortable around her, and it wasn't changed.

She looked more beautiful now, or maybe because he saw her after two years, he couldn't tell.

He felt it wrong staring at her, he averted his eyes and looked around.

Naira looked at him, he looked different, more mature, maybe. But still the same handsome, his hairs were messy just like old times, his sleeves were rolled up just like old times. But still nothing was just like old times.

She should've rejected the collaboration, but a part of her wanted to meet him, wanted to see how he is doing after two years, and he was doing completely fine.

It should be awkward, they were meeting after two years, they were divorced, but still it wasn't awkward.

She cleared her throat to grab his attention.

"I should leave now. Now that we are partners we would keep meeting." She said and got up.

"Sure." They again shook their hands, and she left.

So many things, she wanted to say but couldn't, she wanted to say that after meeting him an unknown void is filled, but couldn't.

Like yesterday, today also he doesn't care.

Like yesterday, today also he is still insensitive.

He never cared, she again concluded the same thesis after years.

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How was it?
I hope not cliche, I tried my best to keep it as normal and natural as I could.