CHAPTER 4 [AT CAFE]
After breakfast, Vihaan didn’t waste any time.
The Singhania empire wasn’t limited to just one country — his company had a strong presence in India as well.
Within minutes, he left the mansion and headed straight to his office.
Work mode.
Sharp. Focused. Untouchable.
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On the other side…
Aarohi woke up late.
2 PM.
Her eyes were swollen, her face slightly red from all the crying the night before.
For a moment, she sat still… gathering herself.
Then she got up, washed her face, and tried to look normal.
Just as she stepped out, her phone started ringing.
She glanced at the screen.
Sana.
Her best friend.
Aarohi picked up the call.
Before she could even say hello—
“What kind of friend are you?!” Sana’s voice came rushing through.
“You came to India and didn’t even tell me?
Seriously? It’s been five years, Aarohi!
Five years! And now you’re here without a word?
Unbelievable! Where are you? Wait—why am I even asking?
You must be at home, right? Stay there, I’m coming! ”
She said everything in one breath.
Aarohi closed her eyes for a second.
“Will you just stop?” she said calmly. “Let me speak first.”
There was a pause.
“Remember the café we used to go to?”
“Yeah?”
“Meet me there. I’m on my way.”
A short silence… and then—
“Okay.”
The call disconnected.
Aarohi picked up her bag.
And walked out.
On the other side…
Vihaan stepped into his office.
The moment he entered, the entire staff froze.
Whispers spread instantly.
“Isn’t he supposed to be in New York?”
“What is he doing here?”
Silence followed him like a shadow.
Without sparing anyone a glance, Vihaan walked straight ahead.
“Karan,” he said coldly, “five minutes.”
Karan understood immediately.
“Everyone in the meeting room. Now.”
Vihaan didn’t wait. He walked straight into his cabin.
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Within minutes, the meeting room was filled.
Tension hung in the air.
No one dared to speak.
Arjun wasn’t present — he was out of the country for work.
And that made things worse.
Because today…
There was no one to balance Vihaan.
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The door opened.
Vihaan walked in.
Calm face. Dangerous silence.
He placed the file on the table.
“I’ve seen your reports.”
His voice was low.
Controlled.
But the next second—
“Is this what I pay you for?!”
His voice echoed through the room.
Everyone flinched.
“No one here is doing their job properly,” he continued sharply. “You’re getting paid to work, not waste time.”
No one looked up.
No one spoke.
Fear was enough.
“This is your final warning,” he said, his tone dropping again — colder this time.
“The project you’re working on… if there’s even a slight loss—”
He paused.
“—every single one of you will have a resignation letter in your hands.”
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating.
“Employees are replaceable.”
A simple sentence.
But enough to shake everyone.
All heads nodded immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
“Understood, sir.”
“Good.”
“Meeting dismissed.”
And just like that, he walked out.
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Outside, Karan let out a breath.
“Bro,” he muttered, catching up with him, “you just destroyed everyone’s peace.”
No response.
“Come on,” Karan added, trying again, “there’s a really good café nearby. Let’s grab coffee.”
Vihaan ignored him at first.
But Karan didn’t stop.
After a few seconds—
“Fine.”
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Meanwhile…
Aarohi reached the café.
Sana was already there, waiting impatiently.
The moment she saw Aarohi—
“Aarohi!”
She stood up instantly.
And the next second, they were hugging each other tightly.
After five years.
No distance.
No hesitation.
They pulled back, smiling.
“You look different,” Sana said, still holding her hands.
“So do you,” Aarohi replied softly.
They both sat down.
“Let’s order something first,” Sana said.
“Ice cream?” Aarohi suggested.
“Obviously.”
They both smiled.
For the first time…
The air around Aarohi felt a little lighter.
Let's see they meet or not.