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“Ahana, I’ll send off Raghuvanshi. Wait for me, we’ll have lunch together.” Anant leaves the conference room with other members.
The room felt too small and it started suffocating. Ahana nervously looks at Daksh in fear. Fear of being wrong, fear of doing something erroneous which may harm him. His rage wasn’t in his control as she silently take steps behind to leave the place.
He couldn’t stop thinking about possibilities. He could lost his position, and more worse his job. This all maybe joke for her but it is was a hard work of years, fortunately she couldn’t relate. Today would have been an insulting day for him if Raghuvanshi hasn’t decided to take him leave on the right time and all of these made him furious.
His hand on it’s own reach to her. He hold her arm tightly to pull her toward himself. “How dare you?” Daksh asks in rage. Her eyes go big in surprise but she wiggle her hand in his palm. he needed to talk, he needed her to stop because he couldn’t risk it all.
“I didn’t know you are a fool enough to open it in front of all the people.” She argues back, if no damage is done then why he is creating a big drama.
“As if I knew I’ll have a witch after me.”
“Well, now you have.” She exclaimed looking deep into his eyes. She matches his rage but somewhere guilt was stirring inside of her.
“What part doesn’t get in your head when I said to be in you limit.” He says as his eyes bubbling with frustration and his hold on her tightens.
Her breathe moves numblessly and palm starts feeling heavy. “Did you just call me a witch?” she recall his words in offence.
Before he could understand, he thinks her uneasiness as another tantrum of her. She winc as his hold was furious, she wriggle trying hard to escape. “Daksh leave me.” She says sternly. Her eyes looking at him in disguise only for him to harshly pull her over his chest, closer to him.
“What do you think of yourself? Who gave you right to play with my profession.” He speaks in anger, taking hold of her both the arms, almost taking her in his embrace but unwillingly. She feels guilty of her doings but regret is all she could show it to him.
It was just a foolish act of her and nothing unfortunate happened but what if, his mind goes crazy thinking of those ifs and buts because for him it wasn’t a journey of day and night to let it go.
He’s afraid of living the life he had left behind.
“What do you think that I have a father who’ll buy another company for me if this doesn’t work out.” His words flow with thrones, breaking her heart. Her eyes welled up at thought of him thinking so low of her. It didn’t took her time to conclude what does he conceive of her.
It wasn’t a surprise for her but the numbness she felt will leave a stinging mark. She has seen people turning blind eye over her and he’s just one of them, then why it hurts, it breaks her will but she tries against her nausea to fight him maybe because she’s at fault. She mends her mind.
