When Hearts Collide
Ekansh Singhania x Naina Sharma
TROPES
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#Misunderstandings
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#SlowBurnRomance
This is a short story with only 30 chapters.
English is not my first language so pl...
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**Author’s POV**
The days following the dinner were a blur of routine and mild awkwardness. Both Naina and Ekansh had returned to their work schedules, attempting to navigate their new dynamic while managing the lingering tension of their past. It was a delicate balance, one that required both patience and effort.
By Friday evening, Naina found herself on her way to the office for a quick meeting with Ekansh. The office was quieter than usual, with many of the staff already heading home for the weekend. The hum of the air conditioning and the low murmur of voices made the setting oddly serene.
Naina approached Ekansh’s office, her heart beating a little faster than usual. The project they were working on had taken a few unexpected turns, and she was anxious to discuss the latest developments.
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**Naina’s POV**
I knocked gently on the door and peeked inside. Ekansh looked up from his desk, where he was absorbed in a pile of documents. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Got a minute?”
He looked up, his expression softening when he saw me. “Of course. Come in.”
I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. As I took a seat across from his desk, I couldn’t help but notice the slight change in the way he was looking at me. It was like he was waiting for me to say something, but the conversation always seemed to drift back to work.
“So,” I started, pulling out the latest reports, “the client’s feedback on the draft was a bit mixed. They want us to rework the key visuals and focus more on the sustainability aspect.”
Ekansh nodded, his brow furrowing slightly as he reviewed the documents. “Yeah, I saw that. We’ll need to come up with a new approach. Any ideas?”
As we discussed the project, I could feel the old rhythm of our collaboration returning. It was almost like no time had passed, and we were back to being a well-oiled machine. But every now and then, I’d catch him glancing at me with a thoughtful expression, and it made me wonder what was really on his mind.
