Not Ours, Yet Ours

The Encounter

The day was bright, and the city buzzed with its usual energy as people hustled from one corner to another. Suryansh's car striving through the streets with swift confidence, but his mind was still on the strange girl who had interrupted their smooth journey earlier. That face, so puffed up with frustration, had somehow made a lasting impression.

"I told you, Bhai, she was walking right in the middle of the road, staring at the sky like she was expecting God himself to show up," Gauransh remarked, shaking his head with disbelief.

Suryansh, focused on the road, trying to barely acknowledge the comment yet picturing the lady. "Gauransh, let it go. We have more pressing matters than dealing with daydreamers."

But Gauransh was not done like his usual self. "Daydreamer or not, she's got some nerve to stand her ground like that. Most people would've scurried away when I honked." Suryansh chuckled in response, amused by the incident. 

He finally glanced sideways at his younger brother. "Not everyone runs at the sound of a honk, Gauransh. Some stand their ground."

Before Gauransh could respond, the phone buzzed. Suryansh glanced at the screen. It was their father, Digvijay Khurana.

"Suryansh, I need you and Gauransh at the meeting in thirty minutes. Don't be late," his father's voice echoed with authority through the speaker.

"On our way," Suryansh replied before hanging up, his expression shifting to one of focus. "Alright, no more about the lady. Let's get to work."

The brothers arrived at the towering glass building of Khurana & Co. The familiar scent of polished wood and crisp papers filled the air as they entered the lobby. It was always the same. This place ran like clockwork under the sharp eyes of their parents.

As they walked through the office, Suryansh's commanding presence gained attention, while Gauransh offered smiles and waves to the staff. The two couldn't have been more different, yet they complemented each other perfectly. Where Suryansh brought order, Gauransh brought light.

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The clock read 10:15 a.m., and Suryansh had already been in two back-to-back meetings. His day had barely begun, and he could feel the pressure mounting. The thought of the Royal deal was gnawing at him. As the heir to Khurana & Co., there was no room for error, especially today.

But his calm was about to be disturbed yet again.

He was just about to enter the conference room for his third meeting when he noticed her. Standing awkwardly at the reception, Ujasha was fidgeting with her resume folder, trying to balance it between her elbow and her phone, which was clearly slipping out of her hand.

"Why am I not surprised?" Suryansh muttered under his breath. His mind flashed back to that morning's bizarre encounter when she had almost gotten herself run over. And now she was here, in his office, of all places.

He didn't have time to dwell on it. He walked past her, making a mental note to ask someone why a walking disaster like her had been allowed inside.

Meanwhile, Ujasha was trying to calm her nerves. It wasn't every day you got called for an interview at one of the biggest companies in the country. Her dream was to serve in the Army, but her father had encouraged her to try her hand at this. 

"It's a good backup, beta," he'd said. So here she was, but she wasn't entirely comfortable.

As she played with her phone, trying to pull up the confirmation email for the interview, the receptionist called out, "Miss Sharma, they're ready for you in Conference Room 2."