When Hearts Collide Again - Chapter 2

 

Chapter 2 – The Business Battlefield

The next morning, the conference room of Sharma Group gleamed with polished wood and glass. Executives whispered among themselves, arranging files, pouring coffee.

At exactly 10:00, the doors opened.

Aditya Raychand entered, tall and poised, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut through air. His presence commanded silence; his aura was intimidating, powerful.

But his eyes—dark, unreadable—betrayed a flicker of hesitation when they landed on her.

Aditi sat across the table, her smile professional, her posture straight. But inside, her hands trembled beneath the desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Raychand,” she greeted, her voice calm, almost indifferent.

“Good morning, Ms. Sharma,” he replied, his tone equally formal. Only his clenched jaw betrayed the storm within.

The meeting began.

Aditya’s voice was deep, firm, every argument measured with precision.
Aditi countered with equal sharpness, her confidence radiating with every word.

On the surface—it was business.
But underneath—it was war.

Every glance was a battle. Every pause, a memory. Every word, an echo of the love they once shared.

One of the executives leaned toward another, whispering, “Looks like old rivals.”

They had no idea.