Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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The sleek black car glided through the Mumbai streets, carrying Abhimanyu towards Khurana Industries. A satisfied smile played on his lips, a stark contrast to the usual steely glint in his eyes. Kunj's acceptance of the proposal had ignited a spark within him, a flicker of hope that went beyond mere business success.

"This is more than just a collaboration, Khanna," Abhimanyu murmured to his driver, his voice laced with a hint of barely concealed excitement. "This is a chance."

Khanna, his ever-reliable driver, glanced at him through the rearview mirror, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had seen Abhimanyu navigate countless business deals, but this one held a different kind of weight, a personal undercurrent that Khanna couldn't quite decipher.

As they pulled up in front of the imposing Khurana Industries building, Abhimanyu straightened his tie, a nervous energy buzzing beneath his carefully constructed composure. He had spent days strategizing the meeting, meticulously planning each point he would discuss. Yet, a single, nagging thought echoed in his mind: Kunj.

Would the years have changed him? Would the hurt and anger from their past still linger in his eyes? Abhimanyu couldn't help but admit, a part of him yearned to reconnect, to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.

He stepped out of the car, the weight of his unspoken emotions settling on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and strode towards the building, a determined glint in his eyes.

As the glass doors slid open, Abhimanyu entered the lobby, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He announced his arrival, a forced confidence masking the nervous anticipation churning within him.

"Mr. Raizada," came a voice, and Abhimanyu turned to see a young woman approaching him. "Mr. Khurana is expecting you. Please follow me."

He followed the woman, his gaze flitting around the impressive lobby, searching for a glimpse of Kunj. Every rustle, every hushed conversation sent a jolt through him. He was a man used to being in control, yet in this moment, the anticipation of seeing Kunj again left him feeling strangely vulnerable.

Finally, they reached a set of double doors. The woman gestured towards them. "This way, sir."

Abhimanyu took a deep breath, his hand reaching for the doorknob. As the doors swung open, revealing the figure of Kunj standing behind a mahogany desk, Abhimanyu's carefully constructed facade threatened to crumble.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across Kunj's face - surprise, suspicion, and a hint of something Abhimanyu couldn't quite decipher.

"Kunj," Abhimanyu said, his voice a husky whisper. "We need to talk."

The weight of their unspoken past hung heavy in the air, a silent promise of a conversation that could redefine their future. As the doors closed behind Abhimanyu, shutting out the rest of the world, one thing was certain - the game had just begun. And this time, the stakes were far higher than just a business deal. Abhimanyu was determined to win back Kunj's heart, but he knew the road wouldn't be easy. He had a lot to apologize for, a lot to prove. Yet, as he looked into Kunj's eyes, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for a new beginning.
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Kunj remained rooted to the spot, his gaze locked with Abhimanyu's. The years had sculpted Abhimanyu's features, etching lines around his eyes and a hint of grey at his temples, but the essence of the man he once knew - the confidence, the intensity - still burned bright. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within Kunj - anger, resentment, a flicker of something that might have been recognition of a past affection.