✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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"Wait a minute! Rohit?"
I yelled at Rahul and Sumit. Rahul just handed me a file, and I discovered that Rohit is the second largest shareholder in the Singh Group of Companies (Aditya is the CEO)
I cannot wrap my head around it. If he is Chandini's friend, why does he still have ties with her ex-with whom she has a bad history? That is what I gathered from Barkha's hatred and the way Samay spoke about him.
Why?
That is all I can think of at the moment.
As if that was not enough, Rahul goes on to say that it is not Aditya who bothers her, but rather someone else. Another thing he says is that Aditya followed her to the mall when they went shopping. But why did he not say anything when Barkha and I went to see him? But I am glad I busted his nose on that particular day.
I sink back into my chair, rubbing my eyes and massaging my head. My head feels like it is on the verge of bursting.
"There is more; remember when you helped a family on the highway about five or six years ago? You found a girl who was covered in blood and a car with two people inside. You helped them to the hospital, but they are already gone, and the girl was the only one who survived."
He speaks after a while, and it immediately draws my attention because I had forgotten about it, and I am perplexed as to why he is bringing it up now.
Oh-no! Now it clicks.
"Please, Rahul, no," I mumbled, almost pleading with him.
But he nods and says, "They were the Sehgals. You saved Chandini back then."
I closed my eyes and buried my face in my palms. My mind flashed back to Chandini's bloodied face-it was bad. Her clothes were soaked in blood from her head, and I am not sure how she walked in that condition. When we talked, she did not tell me any of this.
She is very strong.
Now it is all coming down to me. I could not see her face clearly because of the darkness of the road. I apologised when she told me about the accident; I did not remember everything, but I had my doubts. The story she told me that day and everything that happened years ago were both similar.
I still have regrets about that day-if I had passed by sooner, I could have saved her parents as well. I understand the anguish of not having a parent present, and she had lost both of hers.
After I managed to put her parents and her into my car, I took them to our hospital, where I took care of everything-from making sure they got treated as soon as possible. But her parents were already dead; that is what the doctor told me; her father had hit his head and her mother had lost too much blood. About the girl-my Chandini-her arm was broken and her head was severely injured.
I did remember helping a family on the highway. What I didn't expect was that almost five years later, that girl would become the woman I am completely crazy about.
