𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 2

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Vihaan ~

"Lighten up that scowl, Raichand. It's been three years. If you like her, make a move. At least exchange one word with her because your level of obsession with this woman is downright concerning." Yash, my best friend and silent partner in this firm, lounged across from me, sipping his coffee.

I lifted my gaze from the computer screen, fixing him with a cold glare. He merely smirked, unfazed.

" You know you are obsessed with her, I do now too. The point is, when will she find that out?" He ignored every hint I threw his way.

I dismissed him by focusing back on the deposition on my screen, silently willing him to leave.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone if you answer one question." He leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. I raised an eyebrow, signaling him to proceed.

"Have you ever spoken to her? Ever exchanged a word?" His voice dripped with mockery. I pressed my lips into a thin line, restraining the urge to lash out.

Suppressing my irritation, I kept my gaze fixed on the screen, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

" Tsk tsk Raichand. Make a move man. You have been fucking celibate for three years now, ever since she walked down that interview room and with a stick being as far up your ass as it is right now, you need to get laid." He knew better than to push this button.

"Get out," I gritted through my teeth. He was more of a disturbance than usual today.

"Sure. I'll see you for that family dinner in an hour." He stood up, brushing off his shoulders with a self-satisfied air before sauntering out. I threw my head back against the chair, closing my eyes for a moment before a knock on the door interrupted my brief respite.

"Come in, Amaya." My PA was the only one allowed to knock. The others had to go through her.

"Mr. Raichand, all your open cases have been followed up on, and the fresh ones are assigned for the month. You have no more appointments today." She popped her head in, and I nodded, dismissing her with a wave before grabbing my black coat jacket from the couch and heading to the parking lot.

It was almost seven-thirty, and I had to get to my mom's dinner. Missing it was not an option.

As I walked to my car, I saw her—Shivanya—unlocking her car and sitting inside. I halted, rooted to the spot, watching as she rested her head on the steering wheel. A minute passed, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

When she finally drove away, I realized I was behaving exactly as Yash accused—obsessed. But I wasn't. She was just my employee, nothing more.

As I drove home, the conversation with Yash kept replaying in my mind. His words had struck a chord, unsettling the carefully constructed walls I had built around my feelings for Shivanya. I couldn't shake the image of her from my mind.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed it—the familiar sight of Shivanya's car parked at the side of the road, a few kilometers away from our office. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I slowed down, my eyes fixed on her ahead.

Shivanya ~

The whole day, I tried my best not to cry in front of people. Every fifteen minutes, I found myself retreating to the break room, the washroom, or the file room, anywhere I could be alone to let the tears flow.

The ache in my heart was relentless. I immersed myself in work, hoping to numb the pain, but the voice of betrayal echoed in my mind. By the end of the day, I was drained, the tears refusing to come no matter how hard I tried.