When Hearts Collide Again - Chapter 7

 

Chapter 7 – The Breaking Point

The next day, the boardroom was more crowded than ever. Executives, lawyers, and assistants filled the space, the contract neatly placed at the center of the table.

Aditi entered, dressed in an elegant navy suit, her face calm but her eyes shadowed by the storm inside. Aditya was already there, standing near the head of the table, his presence commanding as always.

Everyone settled. Papers shuffled. Pens clicked.

“Let’s proceed,” one of the lawyers announced.

But as the document was slid toward Aditya, he didn’t move. His gaze was fixed on Aditi.

“Before we sign,” he said, his voice cutting through the room, “there’s something I need to say.”

The executives looked at each other, confused.

Aditi’s heart skipped. “This is not the place, Aditya.”

“Then tell me where it is,” he shot back, his eyes locked on hers. “Because every time I look at you, I see the words we never said. And I can’t—” his voice cracked slightly, “—I can’t keep pretending this is just business.”

Murmurs rippled across the table.

Aditi stood, her hands trembling, but her tone firm. “Stop it. This deal is not about us. It never was.”

His jaw tightened. “Maybe not for them,” he gestured around the table, “but for me, every damn moment has been about you.”

Her breath caught. She felt the eyes of the entire room on them, but for a moment, it was just the two of them again, locked in a battle that wasn’t about contracts or control, but about love and betrayal.

“You think this is love?” she whispered, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “Love doesn’t accuse. Love doesn’t doubt. Love doesn’t destroy.”

His chest rose and fell heavily. “Then why are you still here, Aditi? Why haven’t you walked out of this deal, out of this room, out of my life again—if I mean nothing?”

The words sliced through her like glass. She blinked rapidly, refusing to let tears fall in front of him.

Slowly, she lowered her eyes, forcing calm into her tone. “Because unlike you, Aditya… I don’t run from responsibility.”

For the first time, his mask broke. Hurt flickered openly across his face.

A long silence followed. The executives, awkward and restless, avoided eye contact. The lawyer finally cleared his throat. “Sh-should we… proceed with signatures?”

Aditya tore his eyes away from her, staring at the contract in front of him. His hand hovered over the pen, but his mind was far away—back in the days when signing their names side by side had meant forever.

Finally, without another word, he signed.

Then he slid the pen toward Aditi. She held it tightly, her fingers trembling, before pressing her name onto the paper.

The deal was sealed.
The business was safe.
But their hearts… still broken.

As the room filled with congratulations and handshakes, Aditi and Aditya barely looked at each other. Only once, when the crowd shifted, their eyes met across the table.

And in that single glance lay every unsaid word, every unhealed wound, and the truth neither dared admit—
that this story between them was far from over.

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