In the heart of Mumbai's Vibrant chaous, Rhishav Shekhawat, 30-year-old CEO, strode in his Skyscraper office,a fortess build on ambition.
''Another deal, another victory,'' he muttered to himself,masking the emptiness dawing at his insides.
Meanwhil...
When I finally arrived at the office, I took a moment to collect myself before stepping out of the cab. The familiar routine of work was a welcome distraction. As I walked into the building, Ritika was already waiting for me, her eyes bright with anticipation.
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Ritika's Outfit
"How did it go?" she asked eagerly.
I forced a smile. "It went well. We've secured the collaboration with Shekhawat Tech. There are a few details to iron out, but it's a good step forward."
Ritika's excitement was palpable. "That's amazing! I knew you could do it."
I nodded, trying to match her enthusiasm. "Thanks, Ritika. I'll fill you in on the details later. There's still a lot to discuss."
"Kya hua?" Ritika's voice softened, sensing my unease.
"Kuch bhi to nahi," I replied, walking towards my cabin. I entered and sank into my chair, the weight of the day pressing down on me. Ritika followed, her face serious.
"Bataye gi kya hua?" she insisted, taking a seat in front of me.
"Bataya na, kuch nahi hua hai."
"Rishav hai kya iska reason?"
"Tujhe kyu lagta hai har problem ka karan vo hoga? Aur haan, mere samne uske bare mein maat baat kar," I snapped, my frustration boiling over.
"Toh wahi hai tere is sade hue muh ka reason," she said, crossing her arms.
"Bata kya hua hai... kia?" Ritika's persistence broke through my defenses.
I started to cry, the emotions of the day overwhelming me. I told her everything—how Jenna was flirting with Rishav, how he kissed me, and how he left me feeling used. I poured my heart out to her, the only person I trusted completely.
"Chup hoja... hmmm," Ritika comforted me, her presence soothing.
After a few minutes, I settled down, wiping away my tears.
"Use lagta hai ki tere paas koi aur option nahi hai," Ritika said thoughtfully. "Aur galti teri bhi hai, tu bhi usko yeh bhoot deti hai ki like he is the only person you like."
"Ha to, he is the only person I liked," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Ritika gave me a look that said, "Say that again." I laughed nervously, realizing she was right.
"Tujhe pata hai tu jealous hoti, but tujhe usko jealous karana chaiye," she suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's show him that tere paas ladko ki kami nahi hai."
"Kese?" I asked, curiosity piqued despite my sadness.
Ritika's look turned downright evil. "We'll go to a club and enjoy with someone better than Rishav. It's not like uske alava koi aur ladka handsome nahi hai. Mana, achha dikhta hai, height lambi hai, body-vody hai, iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki uske jaisa koi aur ladka nahi hai."
