𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

Ayan Unmasked The Mystery?

(Next day, Ayan's Office)

The room was filled with silence, but it wasn’t the kind that felt empty—it was loaded with unspoken words. Behind the desk sat Ayan, lazily poking his cheek with the end of a pen, his expression unreadable. Across from him stood Arohi, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other, glancing everywhere but directly at him.

Ayan finally broke the silence. "So... what brings you here today, Miss Arohi?" His voice was calm, almost amused.

She muttered under her breath, barely audible, “Haramjade…” but quickly caught herself. “Uh—umm, I mean... Virat told me about everything...” Her eyes flicked downward as a wave of guilt washed over her. Maybe she had misjudged him after all.

“About what?” Ayan asked, acting clueless as he casually sifted through some files. Abhi, standing beside him, watched the two with interest, his brow slightly raised.

Arohi huffed, feeling her patience wane. “About what you said, of course.” She forced a nervous smile, trying to mask her discomfort.

Ayan leaned back in his chair, pretending to be deep in thought. “What did I say? I don’t remember... care to remind me?” His tone was light, deliberately playing dumb.

Arohi sneered, clearly annoyed by his act. She pulled out the chair in front of his desk and sat down with a thud. “Look, I don’t want to work with you. Meherbaani kardo, Ayan. Zindagi bhar tumhare samne nahi dekhungi, bhaiya!”

The room fell into an even deeper silence as her words hung in the air. Ayan and Abhi exchanged a look of pure confusion, both of them blinking as they processed her outburst. Arohi, realizing what she’d just said, pressed her lips together tightly, her eyes darting around the room in a desperate attempt to avoid their gazes.

“Bhaiya?” Abhi muttered, trying—and failing—not to laugh. He quickly received a sharp side-eye from Ayan.

“Ew, what the hell is bhaiya?” Ayan asked, clearing his throat, his expression somewhere between disbelief and mild disgust, Somewhere He felt Disappointed Bro Got Bro-zoned.

"That Slipped Out, I mean Ki Mujhe Tumhare Saath Koi Kaam Nahi Karna, Whatever you said That's Cancelled Samjhe I reject this Offer" She rolls her eyes and lean back to chair.

Ayan leans back, feigning innocence in his face
"Hmm, Offer? kesa Offer Aru? Remind me. Kya kaha tha maine? I seem to have forgotten" His lips curled slightly, almost daring her to explode, She Leaves sigh.

"Don’t play these games, Ayan. I don’t want to work with you! Tumse kaam karna matlab daily torture, And Don't act clueless" She threw her hands up, sinking into the chair across from him.

"Torture? Tumhe lagta hai main tumhara dushman hoon Jo tumhe Torture Karunga?" He says Smirking.

Arohi leans forward, voice dripping with frustration "Dushman? Tum sirf dushman nahi, you’re a dictator! Tumhara ego itna bada hai, I swear, tumhe satellite se bhi dikhai dega!" She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. he Is probably Enjoying this, The one who's enjoying the most Is abhi, His eyes balling at both one by one at whoever speaks.

"Satellites? Wah, you really think I have that much power over you?" He leaned in slightly, his tone playful but serious.

"No! Tumhara yeh attitude, tumhara constant bossy behavior... mujhe bilkul pasand nahi! I have a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t join your stupid company!, And Yese Count Karke Bata Sakti Hu mein" She counts Her Finger demonstrating.

"Accha? Ek hazaar reasons? Bolo. Main sun raha hoon." He mocks her and folded his arms, looking at her like she was amusing him.

"Pehla," He nods unbothered,