Arpit's POV

I had prepared the proposal and rushed to the office today only to find Niharika was not in the office today and the meeting was postponed. I was irritated with the unprofessional attitude as I hadn't received any email regarding this. I realized it was something to do with business rivalry and my doubt was clarified when there was a grapevine discussing the issue. 

I checked the news blogs in my smartphone only to realize that the her business rival, Vikram Walia was arrested. I searched the internet and was shocked to know the whole situation she had been dealing with. 

The fiery tigress was handling many things at a time. She had successfully bursted the shooting scandal she had been otherwise, accused of. I was thrilled at her guts to face the challenges of life. I wondered how difficult it is to manage the business and how easier is to be a part of industry. 

I was indeed, proud of her. I wondered if some time in future, she could be mine. My inner-me chided that I should be hers because she will be more powerful in the relationship. I wished if I could lay in her protective arms some day. I wondered she was already dealing with so much stress when I cried for Yash and she took out time to save him. 

I realized how selfless is she and how selfish am I. "We are indeed, two different people", her words rang in my mind. 

My thoughts were brushed off when my mother called me asking to place an order for her medicines. Her stock of medicines must be at the verge of finishing, I realized and I placed an order for the same on the online website of Apollo Pharmacy. 

I mentally planned to go at her place after the office and appreciate her. After all,  I will have to win her back, I remembered. 

The day in the office went fine. I left the office at 6:30. I was late because all my colleagues were talking about the news headlines. I too enthusiastically participated in the discussion.

I went to the florist's shop and brought yellow roses. I remembered she told me during the college days about her love for yellow roses while we roamed admiring the Flower Show in the magnificent Mughal Gardens of Rashtrapati Bhavan, Delhi. I remembered I had held her hands throughout the stroll. She was wearing a pink colored top with black jeans. Her locks caressed her cheeks and her enticing looks were exemplification with copper colored dangling earrings. She always looked amazing. The chain of my thoughts were broken when the florist asked me to make the payment of the flowers. My inner-me mocked at my careless behavior. 

While driving at her place, I realized I had lost her because of my erratic behavior. I wished if everything could get fine. 

I reached her home and rang the doorbell. Impatiently I rang it again wondering if she is in her home or not. I glanced at her black Mercedes parked in her garage amongst the fleet of five other luxurious cars and only to realize that she is at home, when the door opened. 

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