Rajveer's POV

The glass doors of Rathore & Co. slid open with a hiss. I hated being here.

Too bright. Too polite. Too... public.

But Rathore was my closest friend -and today, he needed backup. Some boardroom pest was playing both sides.

My phone buzzed.

"He's in the basement. Tied. Conscious."

Good.

I pocketed the phone and stepped into the marbled lobby, heading for the private elevator.

Then-impact.

Someone crashed into me, hard enough to make the folder in my hand slip. A tote bag hit my chest, a flurry of paper and panic.

> "Oh my god, I'm so sorry-so sorry, I didn't see-"

I turned, jaw tight, ready to unleash hell.

But then I saw HER

Big brown eyes. Breathless. Scared-but proud. Like a wild thing pretending not to bleed.

Something shifted in my chest.

She was still rambling, gathering papers, not even looking at me properly.

"I-I was just nervous. It's my first-interview. I didn't mean to-sorry, sir-"

She didn't recognize me.

Didn't even say my name.

She stood and without another word, darted toward the reception, cheeks flushed, muttering to herself, "God, Ishita. You just ruined his whole day. That was the Rajveer Singh Malhotra."

I didn't stop her.

Didn't yell.

Didn't move.

My day wasn't ruined. My mind was now occupied.

As I began to turn away, something on the floor caught my eye.

A small, floral hair clutcher-plastic, delicate. One of its tiny petals chipped at the edge.

It must've fallen from her bag during the collision.

So out of place here-bright and innocent in a world of suits and silence.

I picked it up, turning it slowly in my fingers.

My gaze lingered longer than it should have.

And then, without a word, I slipped it into my coat pocket.

And walked into the elevator, her spark now tangled somewhere deep in my storm.

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Ishita's POV

I wanted the earth to open and swallow me.

How could I crash into him?

He didn't yell-but somehow, that was worse. His silence was heavy. Cutting. Like I didn't even exist.

I kept walking. Heart pounding. Hands shaking.

The receptionist directed me to the 12th floor. I thanked her with a weak smile, still mentally replaying every awkward second.

He must hate me.

I tried to focus on the interview prep in my notebook. But the only thing echoing in my mind was his face.

And those eyes-dark, unreadable. Like they saw through everything.

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Rajveer's POV

Basement. Dim. Silent.

The man tied to the chair whimpered.

"I didn't mean to-bo..ss i, please, I didn't-"

I rolled up my sleeves. Measured. My voice calm- that was always worse

"You thought you could lie to Rathore and Malhotra's. Steal from my people."

His face went pale.

I leaned in, voice low.

> "It was just a mistake boss plea..se -just- a .."

> "Mistakes are spilled coffee. You?" I crouched to his level. "You are rot."

The steel rod in my hand gleamed under the single bulb.

> "I don't do Mercy." I said while a evil grin formed on my face.

The first crack of metal against bone echoed like thunder.

One hit. Then another. Until he stopped screaming-just shaking, broken and wet with fear.

But even as I delivered the last blow, her face flashed in my mind.

Her voice.

Her nervous stutter.7

Her scent, trembling hands.

I hated that. I didn't like her being nervous in front of mee.

"What am I even thinking" I murmured.

I shouldn't be thinking of her here. Not while cleaning up betrayal.

But somehow, the girl who didn't say my name was now etched into my mind like a scar I couldn't ignore.

I dropped the rod, wiped my hand with a black silk handkerchief, and looked at my men.

> "Dump him where the rats get curious. Make sure they know-you cross me, you disappear."

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What happens when the storm meets the spark?

Rajveer shouldn't be thinking about her.

But now that he is-

he won't stop until he knows everything.

What did you think about their first collision?

Was it fate... or just the beginning of destruction?

Comment your thoughts below & don't forget to vote!

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