Stars Crossed | Re-writing

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Mayura di plans on breaking up with you.

Vihaan's room was a mess.

The destruction was a display of his inner turmoil and confusion, growing deeper with time. Pieces of glass and ceramics lay scattered. His computer, a treasured possession, was broken to pieces and cast aside. The calendar hung limply on the wall, the ticking clock mocking him.

"Why?" He yelled, pushing his table to the wall with full force. He breathed heavily, his fists clenched tightly and eyes bloodshot. A trickle of blood ran down his muscular arm, sweat beads rolling down his face.

I've never felt so deeply for anyone else. I love you alot, Vihaan.

He swallowed hard, gritting his teeth in fury. "If so, why do you want to break up with me?" He whispered through his teeth. Rohit, alerted by the loud noise, rushed to the study. He was startled by the mess. Walking through it, he pushed the shards to a side and reached for his boss, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, please," he pleaded, trying to lead him out. Vihaan stayed firm, his mind a whirlwind of dark thoughts. "The madam will not like this." He added in a tone of worry. The simple mention of Mayura was enough to make him budge.

Silently, he walked out with his trusted aide.

Rohit dragged his master to the outside and made him sit on the chair. He ran back inside and grabbed the first aid kit, treating the cut on his arm. He cast a glance at his boss, worried at his deteriorating condition.

"Sir, with due respect, there's a lot of pending work for you. Please focus on that."

"To hell with the work!" He fumed, standing up and walked away a few steps.

"Sir, the money. The clients are paying us as much as we demand. We should not loose out on such deals." He spoke nonchalantly.

"I don't give a damn." He growled.

"Thirty-six lakhs." He stated. "That's the amount we're going to loose."

"I said, I don't give a damn." Vihaan repeated, glaring down at him. Rohit was unfazed. "But sir, money is life for you. How are you okay with loosing out on such an amount?"

"What is the point of all this money? The person I want to spend it on isn't there anymore." He spoke wistfully.

"You mean, Mayura madam?" He asked. Vihaan nodded. "She left you?"

"In a way, yes,"

Rohit shrugged. "It's fine, sir. You focus on making money. Someone else better than the madam will come into your life. Your life cannot stop because of a woman."

Vihaan jerked his head towards him, shock and anger clearly visible. "Don't you ever dare to say that again, Rohit Kapoor. It is either her or nobody." He warned, grabbing his collar. "She's my life. If she goes, I die. It's that simple!"

"Do you love her so much?"

"She's mine, Rohit. Just mine."

"Do you love her?" He repeated, locking his gaze with Vihaan.

"I..." Vihaan paused. 'Do I love her?'