'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
I know in last chapter there wasn't much scenes to drool over but trust me this chapter is full of tension. So, do a lot of comments.
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AUTHOR'S POV :
After Aadhriti left, Ishita leaned casually against the car door in the quiet parking lot, a sly smirk playing on her lips. She patted herself lightly on the arm, a small gesture of self-appreciation for what she had just done.
Earlier, while Aadhriti had been deep in conversation with Agastya, completely unaware of her surroundings, Ishita had quietly slipped her hand across the sofa and grabbed Aadhriti’s phone. With swift precision and without drawing attention, she’d hidden it between the cushions at the farthest corner of the couch on the side opposite to where Aadhriti was sitting. She made sure no one noticed.
No one… except Agastya.
He had seen it. He had been sitting close enough on Aadhriti’s side to catch the subtle movement of Ishita’s hand. His gaze had flickered in recognition, but he hadn’t said a word. He just simply shrugged with a knowing smile.
And now, as Ishita stood alone in the parking lot of Oberoi Group’s headquarters, that silence echoed louder than words. The smirk remained on her face, but it was laced with curiosity now curiosity about what would unfold behind those closed doors.
There was no one around. Only the distant hum of traffic and the faint rustling of trees filled the stillness.
“This isn’t going to be easy, Aadhriti,” she whispered to herself, arms folded as she shifted her weight against the car. Then, with a light laugh under her breath, she added, “I should’ve grabbed a snack on my way.”
Her eyes lingered on the building, as if she could see through the walls.
Inside, a soft knock on Ishaan’s cabin door snapped his attention back to the present. He looked up from his laptop, brows narrowing slightly as he refocused.
“Come in,” he said, his voice clipped yet calm. The door opened gently.
Aadhriti stepped inside, her presence quiet but commanding. Each step she took was slow, deliberate almost careful. Her heels made no sound against the polished floor, her movements so light they felt like whispers across the marble. There was a heaviness to her silence, a quiet storm hidden beneath her calm.
Ishan’s eyes lifted to meet hers. For a brief moment, time seemed to pause. She stood there, composed on the surface, but something within her wavered. Her expression was unreadable neither defensive nor apologetic. Just still. Guarded.
