They introduced themselves with a hint of arrogance, their words veiled in sharp professionalism."Hello, this is Aanya Singhania," she said, extending her hand with a confident smile. "I'm here in place of Siya Maheswari, who couldn't attend due to personal matters."
Shanaya’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh, really? But I've never heard of you, Miss Well-Known Lawyer Aanya Singhania."
Aanya scoffed, a hint of irritation flaring in her eyes. "Oh really? You haven't heard of Singhania Legals' star lawyer, Aanya Singhania? Too bad for you, Miss—"
"Miss Shanaya Raisinghani," Shanaya interrupted with a cool, measured tone. Her lips curved into a mocking smile.
"Alright, Miss Raisinghani," Aanya shot back, her voice carrying a steely edge. "Shall we proceed with the case, or are you only interested in Siya Maheswari? Because, in case you missed it, you have me—the famous Aanya Singhania."
"Whatever," Shanaya replied, rolling her eyes. "Okay, let’s proceed."
They exchanged a few more barbed remarks, but eventually, they confirmed the deal. Shanaya provided the documents Aanya needed, her demeanor both aloof and wary.
Before they parted, Shanaya’s expression turned serious, and she raised an eyebrow. "So, Miss Aanya Singhania, if you can't prove Natik Mehta guilty in court, you’ll have to pay me twice what I’m paying you."
Aanya met her gaze without flinching. "Miss Raisinghani, you might want to acquaint yourself with reality. I've never lost a case—not a single one."
Shanaya’s eyes hardened. "I don’t care about your past victories, Aanya. If you lose this case, it won’t end well—not for you, and definitely not for Siya Maheswari. Remember that."
Aanya's patience was wearing thin, and she muttered under her breath, "God, Siya, what have you dragged me into?"
"Alright," she said, her voice regaining its confidence. "We’ll see."
They reached out to shake hands, a formal gesture to seal the deal. But the moment their hands touched, something shifted. A rush of fragmented memories flooded their minds—laughter, tears, echoes of conversations long forgotten. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a strange blend of joy and sorrow that neither could place.
It was not the warmth of a lover’s embrace but the comfort of a friendship lost to time.
Their eyes locked, widening in mutual shock, and they quickly pulled their hands away. For a second, they just stared at each other, refusing to acknowledge the strange connection that had sparked between them.
"Well," Aanya said, clearing her throat and pushing the unexpected feelings aside, "I’ll be in touch about the case."
"Of course," Shanaya replied, her voice unsteady for the first time.
They walked away, each lost in thought, both refusing to admit what had just happened. The deal was sealed, but Aanya’s heart felt heavy. Something was not right, and she knew it, yet she forced herself to focus on the case.
Austin’s face flickered in her mind—the same unexplainable sense of familiarity and longing tugged at her. Why did she feel as if she knew him, as if loving him was the most natural thing in the world?
And why did meeting Shanaya stir a different kind of ache, a bittersweet pang that made her chest tighten?
She shook off the thoughts, forcing herself to compartmentalize, and buried herself in the work ahead. The courtroom would require her full attention, and there was no room for distractions—especially not these strange, inexplicable feelings.
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