The storm had begun.
Not outside-
But inside him.
Inside Veer
And today-
Fate had decided...
To collide past with present.
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The building stood tall.
Powerful.
Unshaken.
Just like its owner.
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But today-
Something inside it...
Was about to tremble.
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The reception buzzed with candidates.
Voices.
Nervous laughter.
Footsteps.
Hope.
Fear.
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Interviews.
A normal day.
Or at least-
That's what everyone thought.
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Because destiny...
Was never normal.
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Veer walked through the corridor.
Sharp suit.
Cold eyes.
Commanding presence.
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Employees straightened instantly.
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"Good morning sir."
"Morning sir."
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He nodded slightly.
Mind elsewhere.
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Because even now-
A single face lingered.
A broken girl.
A lost sister.
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Sai.
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His jaw clenched.
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"Hold on princess..."
He whispered under his breath.
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"I'm fixing everything."
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And then-
He stepped into his cabin.
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Sat down.
Opened the file of candidates.
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His eyes scanned lazily-
Until...
They stopped.
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Name: Amrita Sharma
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Everything froze.
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His fingers stilled.
Breath hitched.
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No.
It couldn't be.
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Not her.
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Years.
So many years.
No contact.
No trace.
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He scoffed lightly.
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"Coincidence maybe..."
He muttered.
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But something in his chest...
Didn't agree.
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"Send the next candidate."
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The door opened.
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And time...
Stopped.
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She walked in.
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Simple white kurti.
Hair tied loosely.
Minimal makeup.
Soft.
Graceful.
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But her eyes-
Still the same.
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Alive.
Expressive.
Home.
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Veer didn't blink.
Didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
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Because standing in front of him...
Was his past.
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His Amrita.
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But-
He didn't recognize her.
Not fully.
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Not yet.
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"Good morning sir..."
Her voice came.
Polite.
Professional.
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But something about it-
It hit him.
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A flicker.
A pull.
A strange familiarity.
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"Sit."
He said coldly.
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She sat.
Calm.
Composed.
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But her fingers-
Fidgeted slightly.
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Because something about him...
Felt familiar too.
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Too familiar.
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"Introduce yourself."
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She began. "Good morning sir, I'm Amrita Sharma. Done my internship from global fashion designing college"
He muttered to himself
." Same college"
She continued.
Confident.
Clear.
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But Veer wasn't listening.
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Not to her words.
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But to her voice.
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Every syllable-
Echoed somewhere deep inside him.
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A laugh.
A memory.
A girl running behind him.
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"Veer ruko na!"
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His eyes narrowed.
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"Why does your voice feel familiar?"
He asked suddenly.
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She paused.
Looked at him.
Confused.
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"I don't think we've met before, sir."
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That should've ended it.
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But it didn't.
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Because something inside him...
Was restless now.
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"Look at me."
He said.
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She did.
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And that's when-
It happened.
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A flash.
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A girl.
Crying.
Complaining.
Hitting him with a pillow.
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"Aap na bilkul bewakoof ho Veer!"
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His breath hitched.
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"No..."
He whispered.
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She frowned.
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"Sir?"
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He stood up slowly.
Walked closer.
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Her heart started racing.
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"Say that again."
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"What...?"
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"Anything."
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She blinked.
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"Sir... I don't understand-"
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And then-
She did it.
Without knowing.
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She pouted slightly.
Frustrated.
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Exactly the same way.
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The same way...
She used to.
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And that was it.
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The final trigger.
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"Amuu...?"
His voice cracked.
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Her world stopped.
She looked up slowly
Their eyes met. As if one soul had recognized another.
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Her eyes widened.
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"...Veer?"
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Silence.
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And then-
Explosion.
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"VEER!!!"
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She ran.
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And before he could react-
She crashed into him.
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Hard.
Tight.
Desperate.
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Her arms wrapped around him.
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"YOU IDIOT!!!"
She cried.
Hitting his chest.
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"Where the hell were you!? Haan!?"
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His hands lifted slowly.
Then-
Wrapped around her.
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Tightly.
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Like he was scared-
She'd disappear again.
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"I looked for you..."
He whispered.
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"I waited..."
She cried.
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"I thought you forgot me..."
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"Never."
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His grip tightened.
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"Never, meri amuu."
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And for a moment-
The world disappeared.
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No past.
No pain.
No war.
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Just two souls-
Finding home again.
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~ Flashbacks~
A small girl.
Laughing.
Running behind him.
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"Veer wait!"
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Another girl joins.
Sai.
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Three kids.
One bond.
Unbreakable.
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"Tum dono meri responsibility ho!" Veer declared proudly.
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"Accha?" Amrita crossed her arms.
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"Main aapki boss hoon."
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"HAAN HAAN, CHHOTI DON!"
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Laughter echoed.
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Back to present.
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Tears.
Smiles.
Everything at once.
Amrita pulled back suddenly.
Looked at him.
And smacked his arm.
"HADH HAI VEER!"
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"OW!?"
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"Kahan the aap!? 10 saal Veer , 10 saal. I waited that you'll come today , tomorrow but you never came. Do you even know what your princess has gone through. You not Veer you not..."
She cried
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He blinked. And pulled her onto his embrace.
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This.
This was her.
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Same fire.
Same drama.
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Same love.
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"I missed-"
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"CHUP!"
She cut him off.
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"I hate you mister rajvanshi. I hate you so much"
"I love you too heer" He whispered softly.
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But before he could react-
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She climbed onto his lap.
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Just like old times.
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"AMRITA!?"
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"Don't shout!"
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"I'm your boss-"
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"I missed this. I fucking missed this.. it was never easy to live with the thought that you were alive-" She choked to her words and hugged him Tightly.
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He froze.
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And then-
He laughed.
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Actually laughed.
After so long.
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"You haven't changed."
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"Of course not."
She flipped her hair dramatically.
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"Aapne hi bigaad k adhe raste chod diya toh adhi apke behen ne bigad diya."
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He smirked.
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"Accha?"
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"Haan!"
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She poked his cheek.
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"Pehle cute the... ab thoda zyada hi handsome ho gaye ho."
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He choked.
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"AMRITA!"
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"What!? Sach bol rahi hoon!"
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She pouted again.
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"And you didn't even recognize me first."
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Guilt hit him instantly.
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"I'm sorry bachhaa..."
He whispered and hold her tightly.
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Her expression softened.
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But only for a second.
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Then-
She flicked his forehead.
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"Late fine lagega."
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"WHAT!?"
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"Haan. Ice cream. Chocolate. Aur full day attention."
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He laughed again.
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"Deal."
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She smiled.
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And then suddenly-
Her expression changed.
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Soft.
Emotional.
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"You really didn't forget me... na?"
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His gaze softened.
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He cupped her face gently.
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"Impossible."
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A tear slipped from her eye.
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"Pagal..."
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"Tum bhi."
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And then-
She hugged him again.
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This time-
Slower.
Deeper.
The Veer again to his boss mode.
"Okay madam , your interview time. Jaiye apne seat mein"
"Idhar baith k de deti hun na interview..pleaseeeeee" She pouted slightly.
He pecked her pout and again said." No Ms.sharma , go back to your seat baby!"
"Khadoos" She muttered under her breath and climbed off his lap and sat on her chair opposite to Veer's chair.
"Khadoos aaphi ka hai Ms. Sharma" He teased without looking at her.
"I know i know Mr. Rajvanshi" She chuckled.
The cabin still carried echoes of laughter.
Of accusations.
Of a reunion that felt too sudden to be real-
And too real to be a dream.
Amrita sat across the desk now.
Back straight.
File in hand.
Face composed.
Like nothing had happened.
Like she hadn't just-
Sat on his lap.
Cried in his arms.
Hit him five times.
And demanded emotional compensation.
Veer leaned back in his chair.
Watching her.And smiling.
That small smile-
The one that only existed...
For her.
"Continue, Ms. Sharma."
He said calmly.
Professional.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Ji, sir."
Sir
He almost laughed.
Because five minutes ago-
She was calling him idiot.
Now suddenly-
"Sir".
"Your qualifications are
impressive," he said.
"I know."
She replied instantly.
He choked.
She coughed lightly.
"I mean... thank you, sir."
"Confident ho aap."
"Bachpan se."
A pause.
Their eyes met.
And for a second-
The interview act cracked.
Memories slipped in.
"Veer, mein first aaungi class mein!"
"Dekhte hain."
"Challenge accepted."
Back to present.
"Why should we hire you?"
He asked.
She leaned forward slightly.
"Because you need me."
Silence.
He raised a brow.
"Excuse me?"
She smiled.
Soft.
Dangerous.
"Aapko hamesha meri zarurat thi..."
"...ab bhi hai."
His heartbeat-
Skipped.
Before he could respond-
Knock.
The door opened without waiting.
And she walked in.
Veer's female PA.
Tall.
Elegant.
Confident.
And very aware of it.
Amrita's eyes flickered instantly.
Up.
Down.
Scan.
Judge.
"Sir, these documents need your approval-
She walked closer.
Too close.
Amrita straightened in her chair.
Immediately.
File lifted.
Expression neutral.
Back to "interview mode."
But her eyes-
Burning.
The PA leaned forward.
Placing the file on the desk.
Her fingers brushed Veer's hand-
accidentally.
Or maybe not.
Veer noticed.Of course he noticed.
But he didn't react.
Didn't move.
Didn't stop her.
Because his eyes-
Were somewhere else.
Watching.
Amrita.
Her grip on the file tightened.
Her jaw clenched slightly.
Eyes narrowed.
Oh.
She was furious.
Interesting.
"Sir, I think you should reconsider the client proposal I mentioned yesterday..."
Her voice softened.
Lower.
Almost-
Flirty.
Amrita blinked slowly.
Did she just----
"Yes, we'll see."
Veer replied casually.
The PA leaned even closer.
Now clearly inside his personal space.
"Sir, you always say that..."
She smiled.
And lightly-
Touched his shoulder.
That was it.
Amrita snapped internally.
Her eyes shot up.
Directly at Veer.
Seriously?
You're just going to sit there?
Veer almost smiled.
Almost.
But he held it in.
Because watching her like this-
Was entertaining.
Dangerously entertaining.
"Aap kuch bolenge...?"
Amrita spoke suddenly.
Both turned towards her.
Her tone was sweet.
Too sweet.
The dangerous kind.
"Ji?"
Veer asked.
"Aap interview le rahe hain ya... meeting?"
A beat.
The PA stiffened slightly.
Veer leaned back.
Smirk forming.
"Interview hi le raha hoon."
"Accha."
Amrita nodded.
Then smiled at the PA.
"Ma'am, aap baad mein aa jaaiye... abhi mera interview chal raha hai."
Polite.
Sharp.
Deadly.
The PA's smile tightened.
"Of course."
But before leaving-
She looked at Veer again.
"Sir, I'll wait for you outside."
A slight emphasis on you.
Then she walked out.
Door closed.
Silence.
Heavy.
Electric.
Veer didn't say anything.
Didn't move.
Just watched.
As Amrita slowly-
Put the file down.
Crossed her arms.
And glared.
Hard.
"...kya tha woh?"
He raised a brow.
"Kya?"
"Woh."
"Woh kaun?"
"Aapki PA."
"Hmm."
"HMM??"
He shrugged.
"Kaam karti hai."
"Kaam??"
"Ji."
She leaned forward.
"Aapke shoulder pe haath rakhna bhi kaam hai kya?"
Silence.
Then-
Veer laughed.
Actually laughed.
That deep-
Rich-
Annoying laugh.
"Aap jealous ho."
"MAIN??"
"Ji."
"Bilkul nahi!"
"Pakka?"
"AAP-"
She stopped.
"Continue kijiye, Ms. Sharma."
He said calmly.
She narrowed her eyes again.
And looked down,fidgetting with her dress. " Aap badal gaye hain..."
"Kaise?"
She slowly looked at him with glossy eyes." Aap sirf Pehle mere the..."
She paused.
Silence.
That line-
Landed.
Deep.
Unfiltered.
Unplanned.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Realizing what she just said.
But she didn't take it back.
Didn't look away.
Didn't hide.
"...ab sabke ho gaye hain."
His gaze softened.
Dangerously.
Slowly-
He bent down.
Bringing his face closer to hers. And kissed her glossy eyes.
"Galat."
Her breath hitched.
"Main aaj bhi..."
Pause.
"...sirf aapka hoon."
Her heart-
Stumbled.
Before she could respond-
He straightened.
Walked back.
Sat on his chair.
And tapped his thigh.
"Idhar aao Amuu."
She blinked.
"...kya?"
"Idhar."
She didn't move.
"Aap serious hain?"
"Bilkul meri amuuu."
She looked at him.
Then at the door.
Then back at him.
"...koi aa gaya toh?"
"Toh?"
"Aapko farq nahi padta?"
"Nahi."
"MUJHE padta hai!"
He smirked.
"Aapko sab cheezon se farq padta hai."
She stood up.
Walked slowly.
Stopped in front of him.
Still hesitant.
"...main gir gayi toh?"
"Pakad lunga."
"...sure?"
"Always."
That did it.
She sat.
On his lap.
Carefully.
But instead of melting-
She turned away.
Pouted.
Arms crossed.
Full drama mode.
"Aapko toh bahut maza aa raha tha na..."
"Hmm?"
"Woh... PA ke saath."
He blinked.
"Seriously?"
"Haan!"
"Aap hans bhi rahe the!"
"Main uspar nahi..."
"TOH KISPAR!?"
"...aap par."
She froze.
"...mujh par?"
"Haan."
"Kyun?"
"Kyuki aap jal rahi thi."
"I was NOT!"
"Aap thi."
"Nahi thi!"
"Aap ho."
"AAP-"
She stopped.
Because now-
He was closer.
Very close.
His hand moved to her waist.
Gently pulling her back.
"Kitna jealous ho sakti hain aap..."
He whispered.
Her breath hitched.
"...aapko kya farq padta hai?"
He smiled slightly.
"Bahut."
A pause.
Then-
She turned suddenly.
Face inches away from his.
"Phir hansi kyun?"
"Kyuki cute lag rahi thi."
She stared.
"...main aapko maar dungi."
"Try kijiye."
She actually hit his shoulder.
He laughed again.
And pulled her closer.
This time-
She didn't resist.
Didn't pout.
Didn't argue.
Just leaned.
Head resting lightly against his chest.
Soft.
Quiet.
"...aapko sach mein farq padta hai?"
She whispered.
His hand moved to her hair.
Slow.
Gentle.
Familiar.
"Sabse zyada."
Her fingers curled into his shirt.
"...toh phir kisi aur ko paas mat aane diya kijiye."
Silence.
Then-
"Order hai?"
"...haan."
He smiled.
"Manzoor hai."
Her lips curved.
Just slightly.
Victory.
But soft.
Because beneath all the teasing-
There was something else.
Something deeper.
Something that never left.
And never would.
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