Eyes don't lie

Professional meet

With the big deal secured, Khwahish summoned the Dream House team to a meeting. Excitement and anticipation filled the room as everyone settled into their seats, eager to hear Khwahish's plans and visions for the project.

Khwahish stood at the front of the room, her voice filled with passion and determination.

Khwahish: "Team, this is a remarkable opportunity for Dream House. We have been entrusted with the task of creating specialized gifts for each and every employee of the company we're working with. It's a chance to showcase our creativity, craftsmanship, and dedication."

The team listened intently, their eyes shining with enthusiasm. They knew that this project would require their collective efforts and exceptional skills.

Khwahish continued: "Now, the question arises: who will go to the safeheaven, the one who will gather all the necessary details from the employees? This role is crucial in ensuring that we create personalized and meaningful gifts for each individual."

A murmur of anticipation rippled through the room as the team members glanced at one another, silently contemplating who would be the best fit for the role.

One employee raised a hand, catching Khwahish's attention.

Employee: "Khwaahish, why don't you take on this responsibility? Your attention to detail and personal touch would ensure that we gather all the necessary information accurately."

Khwahish hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the suggestion. The weight of the project, coupled with her personal struggles, made her question her ability to take on additional responsibilities. However, a flicker of determination shone in her eyes.

Khwahish: "uhmm...okay then i'll go"

As the meeting drew to a close, the team members left the room, brimming with excitement and renewed determination. They knew that this project would demand their utmost dedication and hard work, but they were ready to rise to the challenge.

At safeheaven

Armaan sat alone in his room, engulfed by a sea of thoughts and regrets. The weight of his past actions bore down upon him, tormenting his conscience. He couldn't help but wonder why Khwahish had agreed to take on the deal, knowing the challenges it would bring. Guilt consumed him as he reflected on the pain he had caused her.

Armaan(murmuring): How could she agree to this deal? It will undoubtedly be tough for her, and I'm the reason for all her suffering. How can I face her after what I've done?

He buried his face in his hands, the weight of his mistakes heavy on his shoulders. He knew that the deal was intended to benefit Khwahish, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the truth. The fear of causing her more pain and disappointment kept him silent.

Armaan's mind wandered to the conversation he had with Adwait, seeking forgiveness and redemption. He had confided in his brother, sharing the depths of his regret and the extent of his remorse.

Armaan had called Adwait, his voice trembling with desperation.

Armaan: "Adwait, I need to talk to you, it involves Khwahish. I don't know how to make things right."

Adwait's response had been laced with a mix of concern and caution.

Adwait: "Armaan, I can't force you to do anything, but remember that if you hurt her again,you'll be in hell..that time i haven't said anything because of the reason but this time I'm not going to leave you ''

The weight of Adwait's words hit Armaan like a hammer. He knew that he didn't deserve absolution for his actions, that he had shattered Khwahish's trust in the worst possible way.

Armaan: I don't deserve to be in heaven after what I've done. 

Regret washed over him, suffocating his spirit. He yearned to turn back time, to undo the pain he had caused Khwahish. But deep down, he understood that he can't tell her truth so he had to be formal with her.

With a heavy heart, Armaan resolved to confront the consequences of his past actions. He knew that facing Khwahish would be difficult, but it's just a professional thing he'll handle this....

After couple of hours

Khwahish, determined to carry out her responsibilities, entered the company and headed towards the reception desk. She enquired about Shrey Mehta's whereabouts but was informed that he was not available at the moment. 

The receptionist then suggested meeting Armaan Singh Chauhan as an alternative. Realizing that she had no other option, Khwahish reluctantly agreed and made her way to Armaan's cabin.

Taking a deep breath, Khwahish knocked on the door and heard Armaan's voice inviting her in. As she entered, their eyes met, creating a momentary pause that was quickly interrupted by Khwahish, who reminded herself of the purpose of her visit.

Khwahish: "Good morning, Mr. Singh Chauhan. I'm here to discuss the requirements for the employee details and the personalized gifts."

Armaan, slightly taken aback by the unexpected encounter, quickly composed himself and responded professionally.

Armaan: "Good morning, Miss Ahuja. Please have a seat. I will be glad to assist you with the employee details. Rest assured, I'll email you all the necessary information."

Khwahish appreciated his positive response, and a sense of relief washed over her. It was important for her to maintain a professional demeanor, focusing solely on the task at hand.

As they delved into the discussion about the specifics of the employee details, a fleeting moment of connection passed between them. Memories from their college days resurfaced in their minds, momentarily taking them back to a time when they had collaborated on projects and shared dreams.

Realizing that they were veering into a realm filled with past emotions, Khwahish swiftly stood up, breaking the spell.

Khwahish: "Thank you, Mr. Singh Chauhan. I appreciate your assistance. I will eagerly await the email with the employee details. Have a good day."

With those words, Khwahish gracefully exited the cabin, grateful for the professionalism that had defined their interaction. She knew that dwelling on the past would only complicate matters, and it was best to maintain a clear focus on their respective responsibilities.

Armaan watched her leave, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. Though their encounter had briefly taken them back to their college days, he understood the importance of maintaining professionalism and respecting Khwahish's boundaries.

He wondered if Khwahish felt the same surge of emotions that he did during their encounter. Did she remember the moments they shared, the dreams they once dared to dream together? Or had she moved on, just as he had, building her own successful empire in the world of design.

As he pondered these questions, a part of him wanted to reach out to her, to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long. But he also knew that he needed to tread carefully, respecting her boundaries and the professional relationship they now had..

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