Rewrite of my first book, the drizzling fire.
They have seperated their ways. Some things remained seen yet some remained hidden away in the time.
The water has no beginning nor the end, just like the anger which set his veins aflame.
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T H E S I L E N T W A T E R S
T H E A F T E R M A T H
❝ We will stand tall Face it all together ❞
Shivaay tapped his fingers against the surface of the table, lost deep in thought. Aditya cleared his throat and he looked up startled.
"The media has been pressing for a press conference." He spoke urgently, Shivaay averted his eyes. After his sudden appearance to receive the citation, he had made the headlines again.
Shivaay shrugged it off, Priyanka was supposed to handle it. "Shivaay" he arched his eyebrows. Aditya cleared his throat, "Mr. Oberoi." And he turned back to his papers. The informality was only appreciated outside office hours.
Aditya waited around for a few minutes but when Shivaay didn't say anything, he took his cue to leave.
"Bhaiya?" Shivaay looked and Priyanka placed the papers in front of him. "Do you know about this deal?" Shivaay picked the file and scanned through the contents, he couldn't recall any. Strange. He remembers every single deal he has signed when he started this company, it was not of a big amount but still. He shook his head and Priyanka's lips pursed in thin line.
"A year ago." Shivaay traced the date with his finger at Priyanka's words.
"When you didn't authorise the deal then why is your signature here?" Priyanka asked in confusion. Shivaay looked at the signature. It was his. But why didn't he remember the deal being signed.
Alan Corporates.
The name didn't ring a bell. Who did they even sign? Fifty lakhs. This was nothing but simple construction project for one of their guest houses, he will ask Arjun about it. He must have forgotten.
"I will arrange the press conference, this evening. I would suggest you should go back and rest." She spoke and Shivaay nodded. He placed the file back on his desk and immersed himself back in the work.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
His phone pinged and he peeked over it curiously.
Neeraj Mehra, 4:36 pm. The hospital is recovering the records, meanwhile I might enjoy my stay here Goa is fun!! Wohoo! [Sent an attachment]
He opened it and face palmed. The hell is this guy doing? He rolled his eyes before turning back to his work.
But he couldn't focus anymore. Everyone in the world had something to look up to and here he was still sorting the fragments of broken parts in his hands. He wanted to move on and live his life peacefully now. But they will chase him down, hunt him down, they——his memories. He needs to suppress them. And he knew how. He needs to prove his innocence.
