Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the conference room table as Abhimanyu Raizada, impeccably dressed and radiating an aura of power, strode into Khurana Industries for his meeting with Kunj Malhotra. 

Kunj, already seated at the head of the table, greeted Abhimanyu with a curt nod, all traces of the playful morning exchange vanished. 

Their roles had shifted – they were no longer secret admirers exchanging messages, but CEOs about to embark on a major collaboration.

The following hour was a whirlwind of presentations, discussions, and negotiations.  Both Kunj and Abhimanyu displayed a sharp professionalism, their voices assertive as they debated the finer points of the joint venture between Khurana Industries and Raizada Industries.

Finally, after a series of agreements and handshakes, the meeting concluded.  The team members filed out, leaving Kunj and Abhimanyu alone in the conference room.

Kunj leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Well, Abhimanyu," he said, using Abhimanyu's first name for the first time in a professional setting, "it seems we have a deal."

Abhimanyu mirrored his smile. "Indeed, Kunj. A win-win for both our companies."

A comfortable silence settled between them, a stark contrast to the earlier charged atmosphere.  Just as Kunj was about to get up and head back to his office, Abhimanyu spoke, his voice a low murmur.

"Kunj, wait a moment."

Kunj stopped, his brow furrowing slightly.  Abhimanyu gestured towards the doorway, a hint of mischief in his eyes.  "Just a quick word… in private."

Kunj hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly.  He followed Abhimanyu as he slipped out of the conference room and into the hallway.  Abhimanyu, with a swift glance around to ensure they were alone, pulled Kunj close, effectively hiding him behind the partially open door.

"Abhi, not now," Kunj hissed, his voice tight with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "We're at work, and I have things to do."

Abhimanyu ignored his protest, his voice a husky whisper close to Kunj's ear. "Just a hug, Kunj. That's all I ask."

Before Kunj could respond, Abhimanyu's arms were around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.  Kunj, caught off guard, found himself melting into Abhimanyu's warmth.  He wrapped his arms around Abhimanyu's neck, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder.

"I missed you," Abhimanyu murmured against Kunj's hair, his voice thick with longing. "Even though we just saw each other last night, my mind kept replaying that kiss on the rooftop… and I just…"

Kunj's cheeks flushed a rosy red.  This bold, playful side of Abhimanyu was both exhilarating and disarming.  He couldn't deny the pull he felt, the unexpected spark that had ignited between them.

"You're such a menace, Abhimanyu Raizada," he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Abhimanyu chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Kunj's spine. "Perhaps," he admitted, his eyes twinkling.  "But you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

Kunj laughed again, the sound echoing softly down the empty hallway. 
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As the desert sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking tapestry of colors, Manik and Ansh found themselves winding down a secluded path. They had spent the entire day exploring the hidden gems of Rajasthan – ancient forts whispering tales of forgotten empires, vibrant markets overflowing with colorful wares, and serene temples that resonated with a sense of spiritual peace.