"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"In the noon, Darsh stirred to the persistent sound of his phone ringing. Still groggy and exhausted, he blinked his eyes open, feeling the weight of the long night pulling him back into sleep. His arm was draped over Satakshi, her body still tucked into his side, breathing softly, completely out cold."
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"The phone rang again, louder this time, pulling him fully from his daze. He shot a quick glance at Satakshi, making sure she was still asleep, her face serene in the soft daylight filtering through the curtains. Not wanting to disturb her, Darsh hurriedly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his phone, cursing under his breath as he fumbled to silence the ringing, answering it with a low voice to avoid waking her."
It was his secretary, her voice laced with urgency as she explained the situation: Sir, the international clients are refusing to sign the deal unless they meet with you personally.
"Darsh pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the weight of responsibility pulling him away."
He muttered: Yeah, sorry... I overslept.
"His eyes softening as he looked at Satakshi's peaceful form beside him. For a fleeting moment, he wished he could just ignore the world outside and stay with her. But he knew he couldn't."
He whispered into the phone: Give me an hour.
"His voice still hushed as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He leaned down, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Satakshi's face. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, still lost in her dreams. Darsh pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before he quietly slipped out of bed. He bathed and dressed swiftly, his movements quick but quiet, all the while glancing back at Satakshi to make sure she was still resting."
Before leaving, he instructed the house staff: satakshi ko sone dena, unhe uthana mt, and make sure, vo jada chle fire na. Let her rest.
"Later, Satakshi woke up to the sound of a gentle knock on the door. Her body ached in protest as she stretched, her muscles sore from the previous night. Groaning softly, she dragged herself out of bed and opened the door, finding Divita standing there, looking hesitant."
Satakshi, still groggy, frowned with concern: Divita, kya hua? Sab thik hai na?
Divita smiled softly and shook her head: Haan, bhabhi. M ab thik ho gyi hu, soch rhi thi aaj ghr chli jau.
Satakshi blinked, still trying to shake off the sleep: Are you sure? I mean, if you're still feeling weak, you're welcome to stay.
Divita's expression softened with gratitude: Yha jo mujhe mehsoos hua, ghr jsa, wo toh kbhi mere apne ghr mein bhi nhi hua. Agr mera bs chlta toh m hmesha aapke paas yha rh jaati... pr shyd kismat ko ye manzoor nhi. Mere dad ghr aa gye hain, unke PA ka call aaya tha. Abhi neeche mera wait kr rhe hain.
