Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 one

• author's pov •

The sun rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. The curtains fluttered, the wind chime ringing from the breeze.

The smell of fresh coffee and dewdrops filled the room. By the window sat a man on a single couch. In his hand was the cup of warm coffee, the sunlight highlighting his ruggedly handsome features.

Setting the cup down, the man picked the phone lying beside it. Opening it using his fingerprint, he was about to read his messages when a call notification popped up.

Incoming call from Anupriya Ma.

He accepted.

"Morning, Ma."

"Morning, Vansh." She chirped, happy that he answered the call. "Nasta kar liya kya? Tum wahan acche se reh rahe ho na?"

"Yes, Ma." He answered. "But mujhe nahi lagta aapne yeh sab kehne ke liye phone kiya hai."

Anupriya sighed in worry. "Actually, woh tumhare return timing mix up ho gaye the aur mene galti se Mayura ko shaam ke jagah subah airport bheja diya tumhe pick karne ke liye."

Vansh pursed his lips in worry. "I'll talk to her."

"Mein bhi kar leti, Vansh. Par uska phone hi nahi lag raha hai."

"Don't worry, Ma. I will talk to her."

"Okay."

Cutting the call, Vansh moved to his table and turned on his laptop. Putting in an unusual password, he accessed the secret window of his laptop. He clicked the tracker icon, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he gave her a phone call.

The person you are trying to call is out of coverage area. Please hold the line or call again later.

The call disconnected, much to his dismay. "She is in a low network area." He noticed after checking her location. "No wonder she isn't answering my calls."

"Angre," he summoned in a calm yet urgent tone. Turning off his laptop, he placed it safely in his bag and packed his luggage.

The door opened with a creak and a man, slightly shorter than Vansh, with honey-brown eyes approached him.

Angre stood by the bed, waiting patiently for his silent boss to give an order.

"Call the private plane. We are leaving."

"Yes, boss." He accepted, lending a hand to his efforts. The need to question him arose, but he suppressed it knowing well that he wouldn't be answered.

"I, I will inform them right away." He spoke, placing the luggage in the sitting room. Hesitant at first, Angre turned around to perform his duties.

Boss is impatient and worried, Angre noticed. He keeps clenching and unclenching his fists; he keeps moving around, restless.

The bulb in Angre's brain lit. "She must be waiting."

He hastened his steps towards his room.

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The plane landed in Mumbai after four hours.