Names Fell into places
Next Day… * Interview Day*
In 17th floor — Boardroom at 9:30 AM
Not peaceful — but powerful.
The kind of silence that made even the ticking of the clock feel loud.
The kind of silence that demanded obedience, not comfort.
And then — footsteps echoed.
Deliberate. Sharp. Controlled.
Everyone stood straight and held their breath.
And the glass walls of the conference room reflected one thing clearly:
Power had entered.
CEO of Raichand Industries.
Cold. Ruthless. Brilliant.
The name people whisper with respect, or fear — or both.
He wore power like a second skin — tailored perfectly in charcoal black, not a thread out of place. His hair was slicked back, his sharp jaw clenched just enough to suggest tension, danger. his movements precise, Cold, Measured, Lethal.
His eyes? ——-Frozen steel.
He didn’t look left. Didn’t glance right.
Aryan Raichand /ML
* Walked straight to the head of the glass conference table — owning every inch of the space.*
And it was quite. —-Dead quite.
He didn’t need them. His silence was the announcement.
His presence commanded more than voices ever could.
The tension in the room was the kind you could cut with a blade.
Assistant stood still. Junior executives looked away nervously.
Aryan Raichand /ML
*He sat down slowly, tall, unblinking, unapproachable — the chair creaking ever so slightly under him. He opened the file before him, and began the meeting. *
Numbers were discussed, strategies revised, lives changed, and no one dared interrupt.
But beneath the ruthlessness…
Aryan Raichand /ML
* His mind wasn’t fully present.*
Aryan Raichand /ML
* His eyes scanned the file in front of him, but his thoughts — they were elsewhere.*
Not here. Not on the report.
They were caught in a memory.
Rain.
A soft laugh.
Silver bells.
A girl near the temple pond, her jhumka sparkling like a secret.
Aryan Raichand /ML
*His hand slipped briefly into the inner pocket of his coat, his fingers brushing against something delicate — cool, curved.*
The jhumka. A silver jhumka with a tiny pink stone.
Still there. Still hers. Still his.
Aryan Raichand /ML
💭 I saw you twice. You appeared like rain in sunlight…
Now give me your name.
The meeting ended as it always did — with quiet nods, fast exits, and no room for discussion. One by one, the board members slipped out of the room, leaving Aryan alone with the silence.
Aryan Raichand /ML
*He stood by the window, cityscape glittering far below.*
A soft knock pulled him out of the moment.
Assistant/ ML
*Stepped in, careful not to disrupt the air. *. Sir, the final-round candidate for Creative Lead is here.
Aryan Raichand /ML
* Didn’t turn*
Send her in.
In Lobby, Moments Earlier
The glass doors hissed open with a soft whoosh as girl stepped inside.
Unknown
*A small folder clutched to her chest. Her powder-blue shirt danced lightly with the AC breeze, and her silver earrings shimmered subtly beneath the soft waves of her hair.*
Unknown
*looked up — curious, calm, unaware of the gravity she was walking into.*
Unknown
*Eye wide, shoulders back — she took in the vast marble lobby of Raichand Enterprises.*
Modern art on the walls. Water cascading down a feature wall. People in tailored suits moved with precision, voices hushed like the building itself demanded elegance.
Unknown
*Composed herself…Walked up to the reception. Gave a gentle smile.*
Sana/ Receptionist
* with a polite smile 😊 * Yes, how can i help you ?
Unknown
* Noding softly * I am here for an Interview. I applied for the creative lead position.
Sana/ Receptionist
* Tapped swiftly on her keyboard, eyes scanning the screen 🖥️ . Eyes flicked upward with faint surprise.*
Receptionist is surprised because CEO himself is taking the final round, which is rare — especially for a creative position. She’s not shocked because of her, but by the fact that this interview is being handled at the top level.
Sana/ Receptionist
Oh * Picked up the phone 📱 , dialled.*
Sana/ Receptionist
📱 Final round candidate for Creative Lead just arrived
Sana/ Receptionist
📱 *pause*
Sana/ Receptionist
📱 Yes i will guide her up.
Sana/ Receptionist
* Hung up, looked at her with a warm smile 😊 * You’ve been scheduled for the final round… with Mr. Raichand.
Unknown
*Blinks* The CEO ?
Sana/ Receptionist
* Nod, slightly impressed * Yes, Please take Elevator 3 to the 17th floor Mr. Raichand’s assistant will meet you outside the boardroom.
Unknown
* A little nervous but steady* Thank you ☺️
Unknown
* Turned toward the elevators — eyes fixed, heart a little louder than it should be. *
Unknown
* She pressed the button, inhaled deeply, and stepped in as the doors opened*
Unknown
* Alone, murmured to herself with closed eyes*Hey Bhagwan ji, please sab sambhal lena aaj. ( Oh god, please take care of everything today)
5 min later…Reached at 17th floor
Aryan Raichand /ML
* Standing by the towering glass wall, stared straight ahead. Hands tucked in his pockets, expression carved from stone. His heart… just slightly out of rhythm.*
A door opened behind him.
His assistant appeared again.
Aryan Raichand /ML
*He didn’t nod. Didn’t blink.*
The glass door opened fully.
Unknown
*Stepped into the boardroom.Dressed in a powder-blue shirt, sharp eyes, no makeup beyond a soft tint on her lips. Grace in her walk. Stillness in her presence.*
Like something sacred had just crossed the threshold.
She didn’t know it, but to him… she was a collision of time and memory.
Aryan Raichand /ML
*Finally looked up.*
His heartbeat? Still.
His breath? Stuck.
His stare? Unflinching.
The girl from the temple.🛕
The girl from the rain.🌧️
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