𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
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He stood there, pressing the gun against my forehead, his eyes burning with anger, betrayal, and hate.
Hate-something I never wanted to see in his...
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As I stepped into the office, Mrs. Varma, our receptionist, greeted me warmly. She had been part of the company since I was a child. Her beauty had remained undiminished over the years, even now, as she approached her late forties.
"Oh my god, what a pleasant surprise! Good morning, Reyansh," she exclaimed, her voice bright and her face beaming.
I returned her greeting with a side hug. "Good morning, Mrs. Varma."
"Everyone missed you so much. By the way, congratulations on the wedding. You even hid it from me!" she said, playfully pouting.
"I missed you all too, and I'm sorry for keeping it a secret," I replied.
The truth was, it had been a surprise for me as well.
After a brief chat with her, I made my way to my private elevator. Along the way, I encountered several of my employees, all of whom greeted me with warm smiles and morning wishes. What I appreciated most about them was their unwavering trust in me; none had believed the rumors, nor doubted my character or intentions.
"Good morning, Rey."
"Good morning, Reyansh."
"Good morning, Hero."
"Congratulations on the wedding, bro."
"Congratulations, Rey."
I returned their smiles and greetings, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. In this office, there were no rigid hierarchies or titles—no sir or madam. We were all family. Our family. Seeing my brothers again felt like a reunion, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Aashvee, but after what she did to Kavya, my trust had been shaken. I had feared she might stop me to rejoining my office back but to my surprise, she had agreed. Despite the dark thoughts that occasionally surfaced, I knew she wouldn't harm them.
As I entered my cabin, I took a moment to absorb the surroundings. This was where I truly belonged. After nearly ten days away, I was back in my office. My sanctuary. My company was my peace.
Why? Because it had once belonged to my mother. My real mother. Though I referred to Vishakha Maa with affection, the truth remained that she was my stepmother. She loved me as her own, but there was always something missing. I could never quite understand that feeling, but I often wondered what life would have been like if my real mother were still with us.
The journey of life had its own kind of beauty. Mine had been relatively easy, but not without its hardships. Since I was four, loss had been a constant companion. First, I lost my mother. Then, during my teenage years, I lost a cousin—a story for another time. I also lost the first person I thought I loved. But was it truly love? I doubted it. Adulthood brought more heartache when I was betrayed. It was then that I joined my mother's company.
