When Hearts Collide Again - Chapter 5
Chapter 5 – Clash of Words, Clash of Hearts
The meeting resumed after the break. Everyone returned to their seats, files and laptops opened, as if the last few minutes of silence in the hallway hadn’t existed.
But for Aditi and Aditya, the air between them was different now—heavier, charged, unspoken words threatening to burst out at any moment.
“Let’s continue,” Aditya said, his tone calm, almost cold. He flipped through the file in front of him. “Our proposal stands firm—Raychand Enterprises will handle distribution and control 60% of operations.”
Aditi’s pen tapped lightly against the table. Her face was calm, but her voice was sharp. “Then this deal doesn’t move forward, Mr. Raychand. Sharma Group will not play second fiddle in a partnership where our innovation is the foundation.”
Gasps went around the table. Some executives exchanged nervous glances.
Aditya leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. His eyes locked with hers. “You’ve grown bolder.”
She tilted her chin. “Or maybe I just learned not to be silenced.”
The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone else seemed invisible to them—it was no longer a corporate deal, but a duel of pride, pain, and unshed emotions.
A junior manager tried to intervene. “Perhaps we can—”
Aditya’s sharp voice cut him off. “No compromise.”
Aditi’s gaze hardened. “Then neither will I.”
Silence fell. The meeting was adjourned until the next day, with no conclusion reached.
Later that evening, Aditi stayed back in her cabin, staring blankly at the city skyline outside her glass wall. The moonlight reflected on her desk, mixing with the glow of her laptop screen.
Her door clicked open.
She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Aditya entered quietly, closing the door behind him. He didn’t ask permission. He never used to.
“You’re letting your personal grudge ruin a good deal,” he said, his voice low, controlled.
She turned slowly, meeting his eyes. “And you’re letting your ego dictate business, just like it dictated our past.”
His jaw tightened. “You think this is about the past?”
“Isn’t it?” she shot back, her eyes glistening. “Every word you said in that room wasn’t about the deal, Aditya—it was about me.”
For the first time in years, his voice cracked, softer, vulnerable. “Maybe because… I can’t separate the two anymore.”
Her breath caught. The words she had buried for years, the ache she never allowed herself to feel, all came rushing back.
She whispered, almost painfully, “Don’t do this.”
He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. “Tell me you feel nothing, Aditi. Just once. And I’ll walk away. Forever.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her silence was louder than any confession.
And in that silence, both realized—the business deal wasn’t the only thing on the edge of collapse.
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