"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
•Their tale is a fusion of contrasts, a dance between darkness and light. Vidyut Singhania, the stoic CEO of Singhania Inc, finds his icy facade thawed by Arya Agarwal, a vibrant psychologis...
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Author's POV
Vidyut and Arya arrived home after a long day. The exhaustion was evident on Vidyut's face, and it didn't go unnoticed by his mother, Meera Singhania.
"Beta, these days you seem to be under a lot of stress," Meera commented softly as they settled in the living room.
"No, Maa, I'm fine. Just a little tired, nothing more," Vidyut reassured her, though his voice lacked conviction.
Meera gave him a concerned look, her eyes slightly moist. "Beta, maybe you're fine, but for my sake, please see a psychologist. Please, Yut." Her voice trembled with worry.
Seeing the tears welling up in his mother's eyes, Vidyut's resolve crumbled. He couldn't bear to see her in pain, especially because of him. "Okay, Maa, as you wish. Aapke hukum sar aankhon par." His voice softened, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Meera's expression brightened instantly, but her mischief wasn't far behind. "Waise, meri ek aur hukum hai, beta..." ("Well, I have one more command for you, my son...")
Vidyut groaned playfully. "Maa... nooo. I know what you're about to say!" He shook his head in mock frustration.
"But you must attend the session, okay?" she persisted, ignoring his protests.
"Fine, Maa," he agreed, his tone resigned.
Meera smiled triumphantly and added, "By the way, I've already spoken to a psychologist. I informed them to assist you."
Vidyut's jaw dropped. "Maa... kab? Aur ab mujhe aap bata rahi hain?" ("When? And now you're telling me?")
Flashback:
Meera had noticed Vidyut's mounting stress over the past few weeks. He was barely sleeping, overworking himself, and refusing to confide in anyone. Determined to help him, she had taken matters into her own hands. She sat down with her laptop and began researching the best hospitals in Delhi.
"Star Pharma Hospital," she murmured to herself, clicking on the website. It had excellent reviews, and their psychology department was particularly praised. Without hesitation, she picked up the phone and called them.
"Hello, this is Meera Singhania. I'd like to book a psychologist for my son," she said, her tone firm.
The receptionist responded, "Ma'am, we can arrange a session for him at our hospital."
"No, I'd prefer if the psychologist came to our house. He's too busy to visit."
"Of course, ma'am. We'll arrange for our best psychologist to assist him at 7 p.m. tomorrow."
"Thank you," Meera replied, a note of relief in her voice.
Hanging up the call, she smiled to herself. "Vidyut, you may be stubborn, but you forget where you got that trait from."
