𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

17

CHAPTER 17 :
❀ REUNION ❀
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R A G H A V' S       P O V

I smiled at the man in front of me, who's explaining the stock graphs. Fishing my phone out from my blazer pocket, I unlocked it, only for my whole world to stop behind me.

Love : I missed you too. Come back soon. Waiting.

The phone slipped from my hands crashing at the floor, as several gazes turned to look at me with a frown face. I looked up, meeting every eye around the table, quickly gulping the thick saliva and clearing my throat. I bent down to pick up the phone.

Smiling again at everyone, I gestured to the speaker to continue.

Looking at my right, I spotted my sister looking at me with narrowed eyes. Averting my gaze from her, I picked up the sterile water bottle placed in front of me to drink after I kept my locked phone on the table. She leaned down a bit close to my ear, acting as if discussing business strategies.

"Did she send you nudes?" Her question made me vomit the water out on the table, as a reflex action.

Seriously. I didn't expect her to say things like this.

All the gazes turned towards me again, making my own self doubt at my professional behaviour around the prestigious business man sitting in the same room as me. I quickly took out my handkerchief wiping my face in embarrassment.

"Are you alright, Mr. Singhania?" One of the man from the United States asked me.

I looked at the mess on the table. My personal phone is now drenched in water. Slightly.

'Everyone is waiting for my answer.' My brain mocked this time.

"Yes. Please carry on." I responded, forcing a smile at them again.

Through my peripheral vision, I witnessed my sister controlling herself from smiling. I glared at her this time, making her roll her eyes and shift back to the speaker.

Picking up my phone, I wiped it delicately before unlocking it. I read the message my wife has just sent to me.

Love : I missed you too. Come back soon. Waiting.

I read it again, as a small smile appeared on my face. Keeping my phone on the desk, I closed my eyes, to take a deep breath to return from the hallucination. This isn't real. She won't choose me. I opened my eyes again, to re-read the same message from my love.

She chose me. My love. My woman.

My Meera chose me.

She's giving us a chance. To our bond. To our marriage. To our future family.

I want to end this meeting here and just rush back to India right now. And yet, I cannot do that.

Patience. I left a deep sigh.

Locking my phone, I put it back on the table. My gaze shifted back to the speaker boring me with his strategies. I wonder sometimes how I ended up here.

I tried to act as calm as possible as I rubbed my sweaty hands on my thighs. This is getting too restless. It's too difficult to sit here right now.

My sister peeked at me again, showing her vicious toothy smile. I hate her. I pray to a satan to take her away from me. To hell.

I do have one in my mind -

The chairs screeched back as the sound echoed in the room,breaking me off from my thoughts. I abruptly stood up too, smiling widely as the sound of a very important meeting had finally come to an end.