𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 12

Sorry guys, things were a bit hectic around and I was in no position to write but here is the chapter now.

Hope you all shower it with some love.

No Targets because I was super super late.

Thank youu!

Shivanya ~

It had been two days since Radhika got married, two days since I had stepped into this empty house after the wedding, all alone.

Vihaan did drop me but it was so late that I didn't invite him and he didn't press either, for which I was eternally thankful.

A cold, hollow breath seemed to seep through the walls, mirroring the emptiness that was clawing at my heart as I had walked in. Every corner of the house had her written all over because she was the one who had decorated this home and now, everything reminded me of her. The house felt too big, too empty without her.

Not that she let me miss her too much, every two hours and there was my phone ringing with her video call. She was settling in well and I had also talked to Taran once and he assured me that Radhika was doing fine and all of them were in love with her, putting my nerves to rest.

Today, I was rejoining office after this long break and looking forward to it, honestly. Yeah, yeah call me boring but work is what keeps me sane.

The office was bustling as usual, a stark contrast to my home. As I walked through the familiar corridors, I felt a sense of normalcy returning.

I got to my desk, fired my laptop up and the first email I had was about a meeting this afternoon with Mr. Raichand and a FMGC Company seeking some contract review and I was CC'd which meant that this was another project I was supposed to work on.

The rest of the morning passed by with me reviewing the open cases which were under me and delegating some pro-bono cases to the juniors.

"Shivanya, hurry up! The meeting is going to start soon." I spoke to myself, leaning my head back a bit on my chair for a minute.

When I opened my eyes, Vihaan was standing right behind me. I jerked upright, instantly self-conscious under his intense gaze. His eyes, dark and magnetic, seemed to drink me in, and a faint smirk played on his lips, as if he enjoyed the effect he had on me.

"Mr. Raichand," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, as my heart pounded in my chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Clearly," he replied, his voice a deep, velvet murmur that sent shivers down my spine. His smirk widened slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a predatory grace about him, a confidence that was both alluring and intimidating.

He took a step closer, and the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and rich—enveloped me, making my pulse quicken even more. I tried to look away, to break free from the magnetic pull of his gaze, but it was impossible. He was like a force of nature, drawing me in with an irresistible allure.

He took a step closer, the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and rich—enveloping me, making my pulse quicken even more. His presence was overwhelming, pulling me in.

"It's good to see you back, Shivanya," he said, his tone softening just a fraction, though the intensity in his eyes remained. "Ready for the meeting?"

"Yes, sir," I managed to reply, though my voice felt shaky. His presence had a way of unsettling me, and he knew it. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he could read my thoughts and found them amusing.

"Good. But there is something else I need to tell you." he said, his gaze lingering on me a moment longer before he extended his arm towards me which had something sort of a wedding invitation and I looked at it and then at him, confused.