"Why does he have to be so commanding? I feel like I’m a puppet on strings, dancing to his every whim."
.
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"His words may sound gentle, but they carry the weight of a thousand chains. Am I really that powerless?"
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The atmosphere at the dinner table grew quiet after their brief conversation, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery against plates. Agastya focused on his food, his expression unreadable, while Meghna sat quietly, stealing occasional glances at him. Ishani, feeling the weight of the silence, finally spoke up, her voice attempting to sound casual yet hopeful.
"Agastya, are you free tomorrow?"
She asked, breaking the stillness.
He didn’t look up, continuing to eat as he replied bluntly, "Why?"
Ishani hesitated briefly, then smiled, trying to maintain her excitement.
"Actually, I wanted to show you my new company. Dad just made me the CEO, and I would love it if you see how I’m starting this new chapter of my life. You’re really important to me, and I’d value your opinion."
Agastya paused, his fork halfway to his mouth, and glanced at her briefly before returning to his meal.
"Congratulations,"
He said flatly.
"But I have a meeting tomorrow, and after that, I'm flying to Italy. Maybe some other time."
The excitement on Ishani’s face faltered for a moment, disappointment flashing in her eyes, though she quickly masked it with a forced smile.
Ishani forced a smile, though her enthusiasm had noticeably dimmed. "Oh, I see. Italy, again? For business, I suppose?"
She asked, trying to keep her tone light.
Agastya nodded without looking up from his plate. "Yeah, it’s a deal I’ve been working on for a while. Can’t miss it."
Meghna sensed the tension beneath Ishani's polite exterior. It was clear that Ishani wasn’t just excited about her business—she was hoping for more of Agastya’s time. And Meghna couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, knowing Ishani had such a close history with him.
"Agastya, can we talk? It's been a while since we’ve had a proper conversation,"
Ishani said, her eyes searching his face for a response.
Her tone held a mix of nostalgia and something deeper, something that Meghna couldn't quite place. There was a vulnerability in the way she spoke, as if she was trying to reach out to Agastya, to pull him back into the closeness they once shared.
Agastya paused, his fork hovering above his plate as he glanced at Ishani, He sighed, leaning back slightly. "Not tonight, Ishani. I’m tired, and I’ve got things on my mind."
"Right, of course. Maybe tomorrow before your meeting?" She again asked
"We’ll see,"
Agastya replied, his tone distant. His eyes flickered briefly to Meghna.
His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, trying to decipher her thoughts, as he always did. There was something about her that kept him on edge, always wanting to read between the lines of her silence.
He never liked not knowing what was going on in her mind, and tonight was no different.
Finishing his dinner, he set down his fork and stood up, the movement abrupt enough to draw both Meghna and Ishani's attention. Without looking at Ishani, his focus remained entirely on Meghna as he spoke in a calm but commanding voice,
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