His ishu

Reyaan Vardhex

Reyaan Vardhex had built empires without hesitation,
destroyed competitors without remorse,
and ruled boardrooms without mercy.
Yet every evening at 6:40 PM,
he stood still.
From the tinted glass of his car,
he watched her walk out of the old textile office-
head bowed, dupatta clutched tight,
steps careful, like the world might shatter if she hurried.

Ishani Devika.

She didn't know his name.
Didn't know his face.
Didn't know that a man who owned cities
waited every day just to see her breathe.
He never followed too close.
Never crossed the line.
But obsession doesn't always announce itself loudly.
Sometimes,
it watches.
It memorizes.
It waits.
And Reyaan had already fallen-
long before Ishani even noticed him exist.