When Hearts Collide
Ekansh Singhania x Naina Sharma
TROPES
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This is a short story with only 30 chapters.
English is not my first language so pl...
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**Author’s POV**
Monday morning arrived with its usual chaos. The office buzzed with the constant hum of ringing phones, clicking keyboards, and murmured conversations. Naina sat at her desk, trying to focus on the project she was assigned, but her mind kept drifting back to the weekend.
The coffee with Ekansh had been... surprising. Their conversation hadn’t gone exactly as she’d expected. She thought it would be awkward, filled with tension and unresolved issues. But instead, it had felt strangely comfortable, almost like old times. Almost.
But as she stared at her screen, the nagging doubt returned. Could they really be friends again? Or was it just a temporary truce, waiting to shatter the moment things got tough?
“Lost in thought, Miss Sharma?”
Naina jumped, startled out of her thoughts by Ekansh’s voice. She looked up to see him standing beside her desk, a teasing smile on his face. “You know, people might start thinking you’re avoiding me if you keep spacing out like this.”
“I’m not avoiding you,” Naina replied, rolling her eyes. “I’m just... thinking.”
Ekansh raised an eyebrow. “About?”
She hesitated, unsure how to explain the confusion swirling in her mind. “Nothing important.”
He didn’t push, but the way he looked at her made it clear he wasn’t buying it. “Right. Well, in that case, how about we meet after lunch to discuss the new pitch? I have some ideas I want to run by you.”
“Sure,” she agreed, grateful for the change of subject. “Let’s meet at 2.”
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**Naina’s POV**
After Ekansh left, I felt a weird mix of relief and anxiety. It was hard to ignore the fact that we were trying to slip back into a comfortable rhythm, but everything about us had changed. No matter how much we laughed or teased each other, there was still that underlying tension.
During lunch, I sat with my best friend, Riya, who was happily munching away at her salad. I poked at my food, trying to distract myself, but Riya being Riya, noticed right away.
