The cold air outside barely did anything to cool the fire raging inside me.
I stormed out of that suffocating boardroom, my heels clicking against the marble floors, my hands clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.
That man.
That arrogant, self-absorbed, infuriating brat in a designer suit.
Aditya Singhania had the audacity-the sheer gall-to sit there, drenched in water, and laugh. Like I was nothing more than a source of entertainment for him. Like my anger, my frustration, was something he could enjoy.
God, how did anyone tolerate him?
I took a sharp turn down the hallway, ignoring the curious stares from employees who had no doubt heard about my little... incident. Great. Now I'd be the woman who threw water in Aditya Singhania's face.
Not that I regretted it.
If anything, I should've thrown hot coffee instead.
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. I should've kept my cool. I wasn't the type to lose control, to make a scene. That wasn't me. That wasn't how I operated.
And yet, the second he smirked, the second he threw those smug, calculated words my way, it was like every ounce of restraint in my body vanished.
He knew exactly how to push buttons, how to make people react. And I-like an idiot-had let him win.
My phone buzzed in my bag, and I yanked it out, expecting a work call. But instead, it was a message from him.
Aditya Singhania: Next time, try red wine. It'd suit the dramatics better.
My jaw clenched so tight I swore I heard my teeth crack.
I was going to kill him.
With my bare hands.
I stared at the message on my phone, my fingers itching to type something back-something ruthless, something that would wipe that damn smirk off his face. But then I stopped.
That's what he wanted, didn't he? A reaction. A response. Another chance to go back and forth in this never-ending game of ego and arrogance. Not today, Mr Singhania.
Exhaling sharply, I locked my phone and shoved it into my bag before I did something stupid-like march back into that boardroom and dump the entire water jug over his head.
Instead, I made my way to the elevator, my mind racing. I needed a strategy. Aditya Singhania was a problem, and problems had solutions. He thrived on power plays, on knowing that he could push people just far enough without losing control of the situation.
So, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he got under my skin. I'd be unbothered. Cold. Calculated. The next time he tried to provoke me, I'd simply smile, nod, and then make his life hell in the most professional way possible.
If he wanted to play games, I'd make sure he regretted ever picking me as his opponent.
By the time I reached my office, my anger had settled-not disappeared, just refined. Transformed into something sharper, something dangerous.
Aditya Singhania thought he was untouchable.
He sat there, soaked in water, and laughed. Not because he wasn't affected, but because he enjoyed the reaction. Because he saw it as a game. I so badly want to punch his smirk.
I threw my bag onto my desk, exhaling sharply as I sank into my chair. My assistant poked her head in, her eyes filled with thinly veiled curiosity.
"So..." she started hesitantly. "I heard... uh, things got a little wet in the meeting?" I gave her a sharp look, but she only grinned, completely unbothered by my glare.
"It was either water or stabbing him with my pen," I muttered, crossing my arms. "I think I made the less violent choice." "Debatable," she said, biting back a laugh. "You do realize that every single employee in this building is talking about it, right?"
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fantastic. Just what I needed. My grand legacy reduced to 'the woman who drenched Aditya Singhania in front of the entire board.'" Meera shrugged. "Could be worse."
I raised an eyebrow. "How?" She smirked. "You could've missed." I stared at her before shaking my head. "Why do I pay you?" "For my sparkling personality and the fact that I keep you sane," she said sweetly.
I rolled my eyes but didn't argue.
The reality was, I needed to get my focus back. The entire point of that meeting had been to discuss an investment deal-one that, despite my personal feelings, mattered. And now? Now, I'd made it personal. I couldn't let him see me as emotional.
The next time I saw Aditya Singhania, I'd be unreadable. Unshaken. I'd walk into the room like he was the insignificant one.
And I wouldn't rest until he was the one struggling to keep his composure.
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