The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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Shirina glances at Abhyudit, sitting on the opposite side, his eyes were fixed on the screen. He looked off, and she wonders if there was some reason, or she was overthinking. After all, it wasn't like they chatted daily and today it was different. This silence was used to accompany them.
The meeting had wrapped up and others were already out, leaving two of them alone in the conference room. Rudra's words play in her mind, but she shrugs the thought.
"May I leave, sir?" she asks, collecting the files.
"Go ahead," he replies, and she makes her way to exit on getting his permission.
She reaches for the door handle, and makes an attempt to open it, but the door doesn't bulge. She tries to pull harder, but it remains stuck.
"The door is jammed." She turns to Abhyudit, who shifts his attention back to her. "I will see."
She makes space for him, as he walks towards her to examine the door. Grasping the handle, he pulls it firmly, but gets no result.
"Door is not moving. Looks like we are struck." He looks at Shirina, who has the 'I said the same thing' expression pasted on her face.
A single glare from him was enough to erase that look from her face. He walks away from her while a small smirk makes way to his lips.
"We should call someone to open it from outside," she utters, following him closely.
"I have left my phone in the cabin. Where is yours?" Abhyudit asks, taking back his seat. She peers at him with confusion, when he resumes his work, thinking if he was worried or not?
"My phone's dead." Shirina shows him the dead screen, making him frown.
He responds, "So, you were carrying this as a fashion statement?"
Hearing him, she turns her face away in embarrassment. "No, I forgot to charge it," he counters, after muttering something under her breath.
"Amazing, isn't it? So, sit and assist me in this." He shifts from sarcastic to serious in an instant, leaving her to regret her presence there.
"Aren't you tensed? How we will go out?" She voices out her question, and sits beside him, recalling that the floor usually remained empty.
"During the break, someone will come to clean this room and open the door from outside. Relax," he assures her, noticing there was more than an hour left for the break.
It wasn't like they had any problem staying with each other in the closed space for a longer period. Well, he didn't mind.
Abhyudit hears her let out a frustrated sigh, looking at him. "Don't you get tired of working, sir?" Shirina stresses on the last word, something she has started doing when she's annoyed because of him.
