When Hearts Collide Again - Chapter 6

 

Chapter 6 – Business vs. Love

The boardroom was empty, except for two people.

It was almost midnight. The city lights outside glittered like stars scattered across glass towers. Inside, the table was littered with files, empty coffee cups, and untouched sandwiches.

Aditi sat at one end, her laptop open but untouched, while Aditya leaned against the window, his arms folded across his chest.

“This is pointless,” Aditi muttered, closing her laptop with a sharp snap. “We’re going in circles.”

Aditya’s gaze was fixed on her, not the files. “Because you’re making it personal.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Personal? You think I’m the one who’s mixing business with old wounds?” She stood, her hands flat on the table. “You came into this deal with one intention—to win. Not for your company. Not for the project. For your pride.”

He pushed off the window and walked toward her, his voice rising. “And what about you? Sitting there, pretending to be the righteous one when all you want is to prove that you don’t need me anymore!”

Her eyes widened, anger flashing. “I don’t need you!”

The words tore through the silence, but they echoed too loudly, as if even the walls didn’t believe them.

Aditya’s steps slowed. He came closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Say that again… and this time, mean it.”

Her breath hitched. For a moment, she couldn’t look at him. The memories, the nights they had spent dreaming together, the promises—every fragment of their past seemed to burn in the space between them.

Finally, she forced herself to meet his gaze. “You lost the right to know what I need the day you chose to believe the worst of me.”

His fists clenched. “Because you never fought for us, Aditi. You just… left.”

Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. “I left because staying meant breaking myself every day. Do you even know what it felt like—being accused, being doubted, by the one man I thought would fight the world for me?”

His face softened, the rage in his eyes flickering into regret. “I was wrong,” he whispered.

The three words hung between them, fragile yet powerful.

Aditi turned away, pacing toward the glass wall. Her reflection stared back at her—strong, independent, but still scarred. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if shielding the pieces of her heart from him.

“You don’t get to fix everything with an apology, Aditya,” she said quietly. “Not after all these years.”

He walked closer, stopping just behind her. His reflection appeared beside hers on the glass. For a moment, they looked like the couple they once were—side by side, together.

But only the reflection was whole.

“This deal,” she said firmly, turning to face him again, “will be signed on equal terms. Or not at all.”

His eyes searched hers, seeing the same fire he once fell in love with. For a long moment, neither spoke.

Finally, he nodded, his expression unreadable. “Fine. Equal terms.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “Just like that?”

His gaze softened, but his voice was steady. “Because I’d rather lose half the deal than lose the little ground I still have left with you.”

Aditi’s chest tightened. She wanted to reply, to say something, anything. But words failed her.

The clock struck midnight. And in that quiet hour, it was no longer clear where business ended… and where love, unresolved and raw, began again.

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