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Nikhil's POV:

I am working out in my home gym but my mind is elsewhere.

I don't want to think about it but my mind is hell bent on remembering it like a broken tape.

My whole body is sweaty, my limbs are sore but I refuse to stop until my mind gets off it.

Why did it have to happen? Why couldn't I stop it? It's all my fault, I should be punished for it.

"NIKHIL" a loud voice brings me out of my past.

I stop and look back to see bhai-bhabhi standing with a worried expression. How long have they been here?

They don't say anything. Bhabhi wipes sweat off my face and Bhai gives me water. I take long breaths and try smile at them.

"Let's go breakfast is ready hm" bhabhi says ruffling my hairs. I nod and go to my room.

Standing under the shower I try to get my thoughts together. I can't be weak. I can't let my past affect my family or company.

After getting ready I go to dining table for breakfast. No one says anything, which I am glad of. I just need silence today.

I leave for office, Bhai will be late today due to some meeting.

I lock myself in my cabin and engrossed my mind in work, but this time the trick doesn't work. My mind is not ready to get off those things.

I am frustrated with all this. Urghhh.

I try for some more time but no use. I get up and go to the terrace to get some fresh air.

I stand there looking at the bustling street of Mumbai. The Arabian Sea is visible from here clearly.

I go and sit at the couch and close my eyes. I want peace from my past. I want to forget it, to let it go, but it nothing helps.

I hear a faint sound of someone singing. The voice is so melodious that my fucked up mind starts to rest at the sound.

The song is "Lag ja Gale" (added in media)

I get up and move in the direction of the voice. As I go further the voice becomes more clear.

I get shocked looking at the owner of the voice. She is standing near the railing and singing. Her voice is just like an angle, I can just get lost in her voice.

I thought she just knew how to fight and create problems, but after this, I disagree with my statement.

I lean against the wall and close my eyes, letting her voice soothe my mind.

I tried so hard to get my past off my mind, but her voice gave me the solace I couldn't find anywhere.

The songs ends and I move towards her. Her eyes are closed and there is a beautiful smile on her face. The wind is blowing her hairs, making her look more enchanting.

I hear the sound of opening of the door. Wait no one is allowed to come here. I open my eyes and with gritted teeth go towards the door.

"Miss. Mehta?" She flinches back, her hand rests on her heart. She looks at me with wife eyes, but it turns into an angry glare.

"What the heck you creep" I raise a brow and she grits.

"Don't you know it's forbidden to be here" I fold my arms.

"No one told me" she shrugs, leaning against the railing.

"It is called common sence. Don't you know it is not allowed to go to the terrace in any company?" She just rolled her eyes.

"Then what are you doing here"

"I own this building Miss. Mehta"

"Oh yeah. We'll you own this because of employees like me work for you" she gives me a sarcastic smile.

I tower her with a glare and she gulps.

"Don't you dare retort Miss. Mehta. Moreover, what are you doing here during office hours. Slacking off are we?"

She pushed me "I am not scared of you, so stop trying. And it is break time if you have forgotten"

"Go and do your work now!" She flinched at my voice and frowned

"Same to you" she said with narrowed eyes.

She looks so cute like this that I want to laugh but I won't give her the pleasure of it.

We both move in the direction of elevator and get down to the office floor.

She glares me one last time and moves to her cubical. I also go and settle on my chair.

My mind is fresh. The past is no longer troubling me.

It is because of the fresh air or her angle like voice?

Whatever it is, I am glad to have peace.

I start working. I lost the count of time, but then there is a knock on my door. Minute later Saanvi, Mridula and Raunak along with Zoya enter.

"Sir you were going to go through their work and explain them the project thoroughly" I nod.

I settle with them on the couch. I look through their work and it is good.

Saanvi's work over does everyone's. No matter how much she irriates me, her work is undeniably good.

"Miss. Mehta you need to change this" I explain her further and she does it immediately.

I explain them the project. Even they share their views and any changes they think of.

Again Saanvi is the one with better ideas and her questions are beyond the project.

"Miss. Mehta are you done with your questionieer?"

"Um yeah" she frowns.

"Raunak & Maridula, do you have any questions?"

"No sir"

"Hmm that's all for today, you guys can leave it's late" I say checking my phone.

I go through my mails and they leave, or so I thought.

"What's your problems" Saanvi holds my collar and her eyes spit fire.

"What is this behaviour Saanvi" I try to get up but she pushes me back with force.

Damn she is powerful. Who thought this petite girl can have this much of strength.

"Agar main sawal kar rahi hu to koi reason hai. Aur vo reason ye h ki main chahti hu ki ye project sucessful ho. Aapko itni si baat samjh mein nhi ati hai kya? Itni kya problem hai aapko mujhse? Maine kya bigada hai aapka? Jab dekho bas ghoorte rehte hai, datte rehte hai. Kanha ji ki kasam aapse zyada irritating insaan maine meri life mein nhi dekha hai.." (If I am asking a question then there is a reason to it. And the reason is that I want this project to be successful. Can't you understand this little thing? Why do you have so much problem with me? What have I done to you? Always glaring at me, always shouting on me. I swear on Kanha ji,I have never seen an irritating man like you..)

Her voice becomes muffled as I had to put my palm on her mouth to stop her from talking. God she speaks too much.

With her this close, my heartbeat is erratic. She is bending a little, giving a clear view of her cleavage. I gulp looking at it.

I look up at her eyes and this time they are not fierce like always, but hold innocence and a little fear.

To be continued...