Silver Lining | Grooms #3

X. Hot Mess

Esha pulled her hand back, knowing she was going to hate herself for the first time because of the words she was going to say next. "I'm sorry, Nikhil, really, for what happened to your family. But I can't do this. I won't subject myself to things I don't believe in."

He questioned, "Why don't you?" starting to gather himself from the aftermath of relieving those emotional days of his childhood after telling her a part of him he held dear and close to his soul.

"What?"

"Why don't you believe in marriages? I think I deserve that answer, atleast, if you are going to say no."

She looked at the picture frame in her hand one last time before placing it in his and distancing herself. "You're just going to have to accept that I don't."

"Fine then, I don't accept it." He snapped, getting up and walking two steps away, having his back face her. Turning back to face her after running his hand through his hair, he tried to not go off on her, but he couldn't keep his emotions in check. "I told you, Esha. I told you something about my life I don't really tell just anyone. Can't you please be sensitive and atleast give me a proper response? You can't be this closed off all the freaking time!"

"I can be, because this is who I am!" She exclaimed, getting up as well, "If you can't accept that, then perhaps it is another reason for you as to why you should let this go. You don't have to hold any guilt or anything, because hey, you gave it your best shot, right? Besides, this wedding wasn't proper in any terms to begin with, so there you go. The end."

She stomped up to the kitchen counter where her hand bag was on the floor, along with her clutch on the counter. She looked at him one last time. "And perhaps, Camille should lead the project now. It's better we don't see each other again, least we start hating each other... that is, if you don't already hate me for not letting things go your way."

She reached for the door knob to open it, but gasped slightly when from behind, he slammed it shut. Using his other hand, he turned her around. With the way he was dangerously close to her, she felt the need to press herself against the door, as far away from him as possible.

"So now you are going to run not only from your personal life but from work as well?"

"Nikhil, get your hand off me." She ordered, for she was not going to let anyone man-handle her. His actions may have surprised her, but she quickly recovered. This was something she was completely against.

Seeing the cold stare of her eyes straight into his, he reluctantly released his hold on her, but kept the hand on the door that was keeping it shut, blocking her only exit.

"You can call it running if you want," She answered his question, "But I'd rather pull myself out of the way before I grow to resent you because let's face it. I doubt you will stop trying to convince me if we continue to work together, and let me tell you, I will definitely grow to resent you then. Now, back off and let me go."

She tried to turn, hoping it would make it clear to him that she intended on leaving this time.

"No."

Her eyes blinked up to his, "Excuse me?"

"You are not going to hand over the team leadership to Camille. You signed a contract, not Camille, and as much as I would want to understand your reasons you are giving and appreciate the fact that you don't want to resent me in the future, you can't back off. You've read the contract before you signed it. You're well aware of the repercussions both you and your boss will face."

She scoffed, starting to get a glimpse of the fact Camille had once told her about with Nick Khanna being the ruthless businessman was. "I can't believe you."