When The Heart Lies | ✓

[63] Just Like You

Raghav set the files aside, signing the one he had in the middle of the table. After reading it thoroughly, he moved on to the next one. Suddenly, his intercom beeped, making him look at it.

He pressed the button, "Meera? What's up?"

"There's someone to meet you, Sir."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I had told you, I wasn't doing meetings for these two days. I need to go through these projects. Who is it?"

He heard Meera taking a long breathe. "Sir, it won't take long. I. . . Should I send him in?"

"Unless it's that irritating Mr. Kashyap," he said, rolling his eyes remembering the man who wouldn't stop wasting his time by talking about deals, he was never interested in.

"Okay, sir. Sending him to your office."

He sighed, while rubbing his forehead. He was in no mood to meet anyone because the latest projects done by their new recruited employees were important to be checked by this week. Nakul was busied with the Christmas gifts shopping for the staff as he had gone to order the stock. Otherwise, he could have used some help.

He heard a knock on his door and without looking up from his sheets, he answered, "Come in, please."

The door opened and walked inside the man. Raghav could hear the sound of the formal boots. When no greetings came, he stopped writing and looked up slowly only to get off guard.

Standing in front of him was the boy, he had seen years ago, beaten and tattered. The boy whom he wanted to kill with his bare hands because he dared to play with his sister's heart, playing with the heart of a child and supporting that dumbass brother of his.

"What are you doing here?" asked Raghav, going rigid while his eyes watched the man in front of him like a hawk.

Shrey was nervous to the hell. He had rehearsed this scene in his mind a thousand times. But he was still not prepared a bit. After reaching Chandigarh in the evening, he had managed to contact an old friend who had came to receive him. The contacts he made when he had arrived in this city years ago to play with Sakshi's childish heart.

He gulped, looking the calm fury in her brother's eyes. How he wished that Sakshi didn't have any brother? It would have been easy to just go to her home and approach her uncle rather than this Ironhead brother.

He had wore formal clothes just to impress him. A light blue shirt with black pants and boots, he knew he would still be the careless, womaniser kind of a guy in his eyes. No one was at fault but himself, he made his image on his own years ago.

"I needed to meet you. I need to talk." He managed to say with a firm grip on his confident tone. Shrey's chest was burning with nervousness. Because he had nothing to impress this guy, but his real-self.

Raghav closed the file, and raised his eyebrows, looking at him. He leaned back on the chair, putting his one arm on the table. "What is it about?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

Shrey could swear, he saw the warning. As if saying that he shouldn't dare even mention Sakshi here. Raghav wouldn't listen a bit. He was done with their bullshit years ago. He wouldn't deal with it.

"I have a lot to explain. I need your time and patience," Shrey spoke, his nostrils flaring in collecting confidence.

Raghav's jaws clenched. "Sit and talk," he said, for some reason, getting curious about knowing his case details and the health of his uncle.

"I am not here to sit," Shrey said, quietly. "Because whatever I'll say next, you'll not even have me stand in the same room as yours. But you will have to listen to me because this is about your sister's safety."