Between Us

14. Night of Vulnerability

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Aarohi…

Having dinner with my boss was never on my Wishlist nor on my to-do list, but you never know where your life will take you or put you in a situation you never dreamt of.

These thoughts were running through my mind like water in a river or bees in a garden searching for honey. Sharing the same table and having dinner with Mr. Singhania could be this awkward, I never knew. We had gone out for dinner twice in the past two months, but those were more like business meetings, surrounded by many other people. This, however, was different. It was something I never wanted to happen, nor had I ever imagined it would.

The air between us was thick with unspoken words, the clinking of cutlery was the only sounds breaking the silence.

Mr. Singhania, usually so confident and commanding in the boardroom, seemed almost vulnerable in this intimate setting.

I couldn’t help but notice the slight tremor in his hand as he lifted his wine glass, the way his eyes avoided mine, focusing instead on the table and food between us.

I fumbled with my napkin, trying to find a way to break the tension. Our previous encounters had been wrapped in the safety of professionalism, our conversations steered by the boundaries of business. Tonight, those boundaries were blurred, and I felt exposed, unsure of how to navigate this new terrain.

My mind raced with memories of our past interactions. The way he had smiled at me during meetings, a rare softness in his eyes. The brief, accidental touches sent shivers down my spine. I had dismissed those moments as figments of my imagination, foolish dreams that had no place in the reality of our working relationship. Yet here we were, facing each other across a dinner table, the line between fantasy and reality growing ever thinner.

As I looked at him now, I realized there was so much I didn't know about the man behind the title. He was a puzzle, each piece more intriguing than the last. And tonight, for the first time, I found myself yearning to solve that puzzle, to uncover the layers of Mr. Singhania that had remained hidden until now.

With a deep breath, I decided to take a leap of faith.

"Mr. Singhania," I began, my voice steadier than I felt, "tell me something about yourself that I wouldn't find in your biography or your business profile."

His eyes finally met mine, a spark of surprise and curiosity in their depths. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, genuine smile.

"Only if you promise to call me Rudra," he replied, setting his glass down and leaning forward slightly as if inviting me into his world.

And just like that, the ice began to melt. The awkwardness that had enveloped us started to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of connection and possibility.