Destiny- Journey Hate To Love

The price of pride

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Virat leans back in his chair, a frown etched on his face as he processes the weight of what just happened. The interruption has shaken him, forcing him to confront something he had been avoiding.

Virat's rotates his chair as he sighs at the recall of their conversation

"What was it about her? She challenged me like no one ever has. And in the process, I found myself... intrigued. Frustrated, yes, but there was something about her resilience that struck a chord. Why does it matter? She's gone now, and I should be relieved."

(He rubs his temples, a storm of emotions brewing within him.)

"But the truth is,  what should i do with this truth, I.....I started to like her. Damn it. I shouldn't care, but I do. Her fire, her attitude... it all got under my skin. And now, just as I was starting to appreciate her worth, she's walked away."

(He takes a deep breath, the weight of realization settling in.)

"I can't let her leave like this. I need to fix this—before it's too late."

(With renewed determination, he grabs his phone again, contemplating the next steps to reach out to Aisha, unwilling to accept this loss.)

Meanwhile in Aisha's bedroom, dimly lit and cozy, filled with personal touches that reflect her vibrant personality. Aisha lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The clock on the nightstand ticks loudly, echoing the silence of the room. She tries to close her eyes and forget the chaos of the past few weeks, but the memories flood back, replaying in her mind

The office is dimly lit, illuminated by the glow of computer screens. The atmosphere is tense as the team works late into the night on a crucial project. Aisha is focused, typing rapidly at her desk, her determination palpable.

Virat's Cabin

Virat sits behind his desk, looking over the project details with an intensity that fills the room. He glances at Aisha, who is immersed in her work, and decides to break the silence.

Virat (with a hint of entitlement)

"Aisha, could you get me a coffee?"

Aisha pauses, taken aback by his request. She looks up from her screen, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

**Aisha (steadfastly)**:

"I'm not your personal assistant, Virat. I'm here to work on this project, not serve you coffee."

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Virat raises an eyebrow, surprised by her defiance. He sighs, dismissing her comment with a wave of his hand, but the atmosphere shifts as he soon calls out for a file he needs.

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**Virat (slightly annoyed)**:

"Fine. Then at least bring me the latest marketing report? It's in the folder on my desk."

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**Aisha (firmly)**:

"That's not my job. I'm here to handle the project, not run errands for you. If you need something, you can ask someone else."

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The room goes quiet, and the tension thickens as several colleagues look up from their desks, shocked by her boldness. Virat's face darkens, his jaw tightening as he processes her words. He's not used to being challenged, especially not in front of his team.

**Virat (raising his voice, anger rising)**:

"Excuse me? You may think you're above this, but I am the boss here, and I expect you to follow basic requests!"

Aisha (stepping closer, her heart racing)

"I get that you're the boss, but I'm not your subordinate to boss around like that. I have my own responsibilities."

As her words hang in the air, a stunned silence falls over the room. Virat's face flushes with anger, his pride wounded in front of his employees. Aisha's heart races as she realizes the gravity of the situation. She's crossed a line, and a mix of regret and defiance courses through her veins.

Aisha (thinking to herself)-

"What have I done? He's the boss. I should have kept calm, avoided this confrontation. But I was tired of being treated like I was less than everyone else."

She knew she stretched the limit that day, but she was all tried of this corporate culture and he was the cherry on the top to this harassment procedure, she was one of the most educated and capable people that was making the continuous and truly efforts to get the company stand out in research and development sectors. She knew here worth and she was not ok with getting treated like that.

But....Suddenly, Virat's expression shifts from anger to something more contemplative, but the damage is done. Aisha quickly turns away, her heart pounding, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her.