Hukum sa little obsession

First meeting gone wrong p.o.v

### Ishita's POV

The early morning had done nothing to improve my mood. Standing in the private airport terminal, I was barely containing my frustration. I really didn't want to be here, dealing with guests I had no interest in meeting. But duty called, and I was stuck playing the part of the welcoming committee.I excused myself to the washroom for a brief escape. Staring at my reflection, I adjusted my fitted jeans and casual top. They were comfortable enough, but my mood was far from relaxed. As I turned to leave, I collided with someone—no, not just someone, but a wall of solid muscle. I staggered back, more out of surprise than pain."Can't you see, blind?" I snapped, my irritation boiling over.The wall turned out to be a tall, well-built guy who looked down at me with an amused smirk. "You shouldn't look down while walking," he replied, his tone annoyingly calm.I glared up at him, ready to unleash more of my frustration. **Sale kutte! Pathar wargi te body banai ve, uto mainu bolda pya ve!** I muttered under my breath in Punjabi, my words dripping with annoyance.The guy just raised an eyebrow, clearly baffled by my outburst. He seemed more intrigued than offended, which only fueled my irritation further. I pushed past him and made my way back to the terminal, my mood darkening even more.As I re-entered the waiting area, I spotted a group of four boys approaching. They had an aura about them that screamed power and confidence. Among them was the guy I had just bumped into—Shivendra. He stood apart from the others, his eyes following me with an unsettling curiosity.Guri greeted them with his usual charm. "These are our guests," he introduced. "This is Shivendra," he said, pointing at the guy I'd had the unfortunate run-in with. The name rang a bell, but I quickly masked my surprise with a neutral expression.Guri continued, "Arjun and Akshay," indicating the other two boys. "You'll come with me."That left Shivendra and another guy, Aryan, with me. Fantastic, I thought sarcastically. Just what I needed.We split into cars, and I found myself driving with Shivendra and Aryan. As soon as we hit the road, Aryan began his relentless flirtation. His comments ranged from light teasing to overt compliments, and he seemed determined to get under my skin. I could feel the tension rising, and my patience was wearing thin. Shivendra, sitting beside me, kept glancing at Aryan through the rearview mirror with clear disapproval. Despite the tension, Aryan didn't let up, his smirk only widening with each attempt."Guri," I muttered under my breath, wishing my other brother was here to handle this. Just as I was about to lose my cool, Guri's voice came over the Bluetooth, his joke cutting through the atmosphere and momentarily distracting Aryan.I sighed in relief. Finally, a break from the constant barrage of flirtation. I turned to the others, "Buckle up," I said firmly. I wasn't in the mood for any more nonsense, and with that, I accelerated sharply, feeling the car surge forward.The drive became a blur of high speed and uneasy silence. The earlier tension seemed to dissipate as I focused on the road. I could feel Shivendra's eyes on me, his curiosity palpable. I kept my attention fixed on driving, trying to ignore the strange feeling of being watched.When we finally arrived at the company, I parked the car with a sense of accomplishment. I glanced at Shivendra briefly, our eyes meeting for a moment before I quickly looked away. I wasn't ready to deal with whatever was brewing between us—or with Aryan's flirtations. For now, I was just relieved to have reached our destination. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever came next.

### Shivendra's POV

The day started off like any other business trip, filled with routine and formality. But as soon as we landed and made our way to the private terminal, I sensed this trip might be different. I wasn't prepared for the impact it would have.
The moment I saw Ishita, I knew she was not in a good mood. Her face was set in a cold expression, and her body language spoke volumes about her irritation. When I accidentally bumped into her in the washroom, the collision felt like running into something unexpectedly soft yet firm. I looked down to see her glaring up at me, her annoyance almost palpable."Can't you see, blind?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for any pleasantries.I raised an eyebrow at her sharp tone. "You shouldn't look down while walking," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm despite her irritation.Her glare intensified, and she muttered something in Punjabi under her breath. I caught a few harsh words, but the exact meaning was lost on me. All I could tell was that she was frustrated, and her frustration was aimed squarely at me. I was more intrigued than offended by her reaction.She brushed past me without waiting for a response, and I watched her retreating figure with a mix of curiosity and amusement. There was something compelling about her, even if it was just her raw display of frustration.When I joined the group of boys, I noticed the shift in her demeanor. Guri, ever the gracious host, introduced us. "This is Shivendra," he said, pointing to me. I saw Ishita's eyes widen slightly at my name, but she quickly masked her reaction. As we split into cars, I found myself in the same vehicle as Ishita and Aryan. Aryan, true to form, began his usual flirtatious behavior from the backseat. His comments were relentless, ranging from light teasing to overtly complimentary, and it was clear he was trying to get under Ishita's skin.I couldn't help but notice Ishita's growing frustration. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her irritation evident in every movement. I shot Aryan several disapproving glares through the rearview mirror, hoping to get him to back off. But Aryan seemed unfazed, his smirk only growing wider with each comment.Seeing Ishita's discomfort made me more determined to help her out. "Aryan," I said quietly, hoping to get him to ease off. But my attempt didn't do much to shift Aryan's focus.Just as things were reaching a boiling point, Guri's voice came over the Bluetooth, cutting in with a joke that diverted Aryan's attention. I could see Ishita's shoulders relax slightly, her grip on the wheel easing.When Ishita told us to buckle up and then accelerated, the car surged forward with impressive speed. I admired her driving skills; she handled the vehicle with a precision and control that matched her earlier frustration. Despite the tension, I found myself intrigued by her ability to maintain command in such a chaotic situation.Throughout the drive, I kept an eye on Ishita. Her focus was unwavering, and she managed to navigate the highway with both speed and control. I couldn't help but respect her for that.Finally, when we arrived at the company, Ishita parked the car smoothly and took a deep breath, as if relieved to be done with the drive. I caught her gaze for a brief moment before she quickly looked away.There was something about Ishita that piqued my interest. Her strength, her attitude, and her way of handling pressure were all compelling. I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of getting to know her, and I was curious to see how our interactions would unfold from here.For now, though, I needed to focus on the business at hand. But as we walked into the company, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Ishita than met the eye, and I was eager to find out what that was.