Unfinished buisness
Author's pov-
The night carried on-glittering gowns, crisp suits, and conversations that held more pretense than meaning. The air smelled of expensive cologne, champagne, and ambition.
Purv had played his part effortlessly. Nods, handshakes, buisness deals- everything done with mechanical precision. He was good at this. He had mastered control, built walls so high that nothing could reach him.
Atleast, that's what he thought.
Until he saw her.
Standing across the hall, surrounded by some of the top buisness elites, Divya looked... Different.
More refined. More powerful. More... untouchable.
The emerald green gown she wore was effortlessly elegant, complementing her sharp features and warm-toned skin. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, a few strands framing her face as she listened to kaashi speak, an amused smile playing on her lips.
But it wasn't just her appearance that struck him.
It was her presence.
She didn't look like someone who had spent years trying to recover. She didn't look like someone who had been shattered once. She looked like a women who had rebuilt herself from the ground up.
And that-
That was what made his grip on his glass tighten.
"Still pretending she doesn't exist?"
Purv didn't react as Rudra leaned against the balcony railing beside him, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Not pretending," purv muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
Rudra let out a dry chuckle. "Right. So you just keep staring at her for fun?"
Purv exhaled sharply through his nose, refusing to answer.
Rudra hummed, looking down at his phone. "Figured you'd want an update on her."
Purv didn't ask, but Rudra continued anyway.
"She left Delhi five years ago. Got into one of the best finance programs in Mumbai-earned her bachelor's and master's in financial economics.
Worked her ass off in top-tier firms, gained reputation for being sharp, strategic, and impossible to intimidate.
" He smirked, glancing at purv. "Sounds familiar? "
Purv stayed silent, but his jaw ticked slightly.
"She became everything you respect- independent, successful, completely in control." Rudra let out a low whistle. "Didn't take the easy way, either. No shortcuts, no family influence- just pure talent and hard work."
Purv's grip tightened on the railing.
"And now, after five years, she's back." Rudra titled his head. "But here's the thing-she doesn't look at you."
Purv scoffed. "Why would she?"
Rudra's smirk deepened. "Because five years ago, she did."
The words lingered between them.
Purv took a slow sip of his whiskey, his expression unreadable.
"Doesn't seem affected, does she?" Rudra mused. "Not by you, not by this city, not by the past." He chuckled. "That doesn't bother you?"
Purv's jaw clenched, his silence louder than any answer.
And then Rudra dropped the real hit.
"You were the one who ended things, purv." He turned to him fully now. "She was the one who kissed rehan."
Purv's fingers stilled around his glass.
Rudra continued, watching him closely. "You pushed her away first. She tried to move on. And instead of fighting for her, you walked away." He took another sip of his drink. "So why does it still fucking bother you?"
Purv didn't flinch. Didn't react.
But inside?
Something cracked.
Rudra chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, I still remember that night. You warned vaani, told her to leave delhi like she was some kind of threat. But Divya?" He exhaled. "You let her go."
Rudra stepped away from the railing, patting purv's shoulder. "She played the game better than you this time."
Purv turned his head slightly, his dark eyes burning with something unreadable.
Rudra smirked. "And you hate losing."
With that, he walked away, leaving purv standing there alone.
Alone with a truth he wasn't ready to face.