The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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I stood outside the cozy cafe, clutching the strap of my handbag and glanced at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. 10:15. Fifteen minutes past the time I was supposed to meet him.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I wasn't late, but I was hesitant. The past fifteen minutes had been spent pacing outside, analyzing and framing what I would say to him. This was going to get awkward. It was a conversation I dreaded, but one that needed to happen.
Pushing aside my doubts, I motivated myself and stepped inside the cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me, and the soft hum of conversation provided a comforting background noise.
I scanned the room, my eyes locking onto his familiar figure sitting in the farthest corner. The mighty Abhyudit Sisodia. He was engrossed in his phone, dressed in his formal attire as usual.
I took my time walking over to him, my heels clicking on the wooden floor. On approaching him, I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He looked up, his eyes moving towards me.
The staring contest we seemed to have ended as he said, "You are late."
"I'm sorry, sir. I was stuck somewhere." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, and I couldn't help but notice the faint smirk on his lips.
For a moment, I wondered if he derived some sort of satisfaction from making me apologize for everything.
A chill ran through me as I envisioned a life where I would be constantly saying 'sorry, sorry, sorry' to him for every other thing. My eyes widened in horror at the picture, when his voice broke the trance.
"Shirina?"
I blinked, realizing I had been lost in thought. "So...what did you say?" I stuttered, feeling my face heat up.
I am sure he must be calling me weird in his head. He gestured to the chair across from him.
"Take a seat." His tone was firm with a hint of amusement.
I had been standing out of habit, as if I were in his office. But this wasn't his cabin, and I am not here as his employee. I forced a tight smile and sat down. The silence between us was palpable, and I struggled to think of something to say, fidgeting with my fingers in nervousness.
"So, why did you call me here, Miss Mehrotra?" He asked, ending the silence. The way he addressed me made me feel even more intimidated.
I had momentarily forgotten the reason for our meeting. My thoughts snapped back into focus, and I cleared my throat once more to bring up the topic.
