"Lost in his love, she made him her world, where everything else faded into insignificance"
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Kriti Singhania, reluctantly returns to her homeland to fulfill her father's wish of becoming the CEO of his company. However, her life takes an unexpected...
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Aayansh's POV~
My frustration led me to exclaim, "Why do I always have to mess up?" My thoughts raced and I impulsively threw the vase from the table, watching it shatter into pieces.
The moment the vase shattered, its fragments mirrored the turmoil within me. It was a question I found myself asking too often, but today it felt sharper, more painful.
We had always maintained a professional boundary. But the truth was undeniable, my feelings for her had shifted from mere admiration to something much deeper.
Her eyes reflected a mix of confusion and hurt. I couldn’t shake the image of her walking out of my office, it all had meant something to me, but I had been too adamant to admit it.
I had to speak to her, to explain how I truly felt, even if it meant risking everything. What if she didn’t want to hear it? What if I had pushed her away for good?
I realized, I couldn’t let the professional boundaries dictate my feelings any longer.
The office felt suffocating as I watched Kriti pace back, her anxiety palpable. I wanted to draw her into a conversation that unfolded slowly. But instead, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, fueled by my own confusion.
When she spoke, her words rushed out in a torrent, and I reacted instinctively, snapping at her. It wasn’t her haste that frustrated me, it was my own inability to navigate the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
Her expression shifted in an instant and hurt flashed in her eyes.
My ignorance made her flinch, and my heart sank. I paced my own space, my mind racing. How could I have let anger get the better of me?
The kiss, felt tainted now. I could see it in her eyes, how her confidence faltered. I knew I had created a void and it all felt suffocating now.
As I stepped outside, the cool air hit me like a slap in the face. My mind was racing, and my heart felt heavy. I knew I had messed up with Kriti. Talking things out wasn’t my style, I believed in actions over words. If I wanted to fix this, I had to show her.
Driving back home, memories flooded my mind. But now, everything feels different, distant.
As I sat there, an idea sparked in my mind. It was impulsive, irrational even, but it felt right. Without hesitation, I grabbed his phone and swiftly reached out to my assistant, my voice came out low but firm “Book two tickets to Paris, for a week” There was a brief pause, and then a confirmation. It was done.
The call ended, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions. I knew what I was doing, even if the plan felt reckless. But I couldn't sit along and enjoy it, so I had to do something.
Paris wasn't magically going to fix everything, but still I had to try.
The night passed in a blur. I had pushed her away, built walls between us. And now…now, I was scrambling to fix it with a trip.
