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 taps her foot on ground, standing in the parking lot as the wind rustled her hair softly. The evening sky was growing dark, threatening the possibility of rain. She checks her phone for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for her ride to arrive.
"Shirina."
Just as she looks up from the screen, a deep yet familiar voice cut through the wind, and she turns to the owner of the voice. Abhyudit approaches her, his sight fixed on her intently. His broad shoulders and chiseled features made him stand out, even in the fading light.
"Is there any problem?" he asks, running a hand through his dark hair, and she finds her gaze lingering on him. Their morning encounter flashes in her mind, and she abruptly looks away, shaking her head.
"I'm waiting for my cab. You don't have to bother." Her reply unwillingly comes out rude. However, her inner voice reminds her to not cross the professional boundaries.
"I mean, do you want something, sir?" she adds immediately, trying to cover up her previous rudeness.
Abhyudit, standing beside her, remains unfazed, even after she nearly snaps at him. If anyone else made the same mistake, the outcome would be predictable. But it was her—the one who had captivated him long ago, rendering all rules irrelevant. Instead, he feels intrigued by this side of her.
His girl also had a tigress hidden within.
"I want to talk to you about what happened this morning." He begins, without moving away or issuing another order, contrary to her expectations. "I was stressed about some things, and out of nowhere, it all came out on you. I didn't mean to outburst."
His excuse makes no impact on her, but she could conclude he needs to learn how to own his mistakes.
"I understand. I was at fault, even if unintentional. You can do anything you want. It's okay. You are the boss, and you can forget that," she rambles, fidgeting her fingers.
Abhyudit bites back his smile, observing how she was assuring him along with making her anger evident, simultaneously.
"I think it wasn't okay." His tone was polite, letting her know he was being genuine. "I apologize for my behavior."
Shirina's eyes widens, her astonishment evident. Reason? Her not-so-rude and strict boss was apologizing to her for the first time.
"It's fine, really." Shirina reassures, acknowledging his apology. A notification sound shifts her attention back to her phone, and she frowns as she reads the message.
