The Trip of Shadows
Alain
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Naina walked fast, her bag hanging off her shoulder, her eyes sharp with irritation. Beside her, Om strolled calmly in his tailored black suit, hands in his pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes.
Naina Singh
(gritting her teeth, muttering)
“I still don’t understand why I have to come. There are dozens of employees better suited for this.”
Om Prashant Roa
(smirks, tilting his head toward her)
“Because I chose you. That’s the only reason you need.”
Naina Singh
(stops walking, glaring at him)
“You don’t own me, Rao.”
Om Prashant Roa
(steps closer, lowering his voice, a dark smile playing on his lips)
“Don’t I?”
She clenches her fists and storms ahead, leaving him amused. But his eyes, hidden by the shades, never leave her.
Business Conference – Hotel Venue
Naina sat at a round table, papers spread in front of her. Om was across the hall, surrounded by powerful men, his aura heavy and commanding. She exhaled, trying to focus.
Suddenly, a warm voice broke her thoughts.
??
Excuse me, miss. You dropped this.”
Naina looked up. A man stood before her — early 30s, neatly dressed, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. He handed her a pen she hadn’t even realized fell.]
Naina Singh
(taking it, surprised)
“Oh… thank you.”
??
(smiles softly)
“I’m Arjun Mehta. From the Delhi branch. And you are?”
Naina Singh
(smile , then answers)
“Naina Singh.”
Arjun Mehta
(chuckles lightly)
“Pretty name for someone who looks too serious for a conference. Relax, Miss Singh, we’re not at war here.”
She actually smiled — a small, genuine smile she hadn’t felt in weeks. Arjun noticed it, his gaze warm but respectful.
Om’s eyes narrowed the moment he saw Naina smile at another man. His grip on the glass in his hand tightened, the veins in his arm showing.
Om Prashant Roa
(thinking, smirking darkly):
“So… the kitten finally smiles. For him? Interesting.”
He handed the glass to a waiter and walked toward them, his stride slow but commanding. The crowd parted instinctively.
Om Prashant Roa
(standing behind Naina, voice low but sharp)
“Singh. I didn’t know we were here to make… friends.”
Naina Singh
(stiffens, then turns, annoyed)
“Mr. Rao, this is Arjun Mehta. He works with the Delhi branch.”
Arjun Mehta
(offering his hand, polite)
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rao. I’ve heard a lot about your business acumen.”
Om Prashant Roa
(shakes his hand firmly, but his eyes are ice-cold)
“Likewise. Though I don’t recall giving Miss Singh free time to socialize.”
Naina Singh
(furious, standing up, glaring at him)
“I wasn’t socializing. I was being civil. Something you clearly don’t understand.
Om Prashant Roa
(leans in, so close only she can hear, his smirk dangerous)
“Careful, baby girl. Don’t make me show you how uncivil I can get.”
Naina shivers, her anger mixing with unease. Arjun notices the tension, frowning slightly, but Om’s aura is too suffocating to break
Naina stepped out for air, hugging her shawl against the cold breeze. Suddenly, Arjun appeared beside her, holding two cups of coffee.
Arjun Mehta
(handing her one)
“You looked like you needed this.”
Naina Singh
(surprised, taking it)
“Thank you. I really did.”
Arjun Mehta
(smiling gently)
“You know… you’re not like most people here. They’re all masks and greed. You… you feel real.”
Naina Singh
(heart skipping, whispering)that me tho.”
Their eyes met, a calm warmth passing between them. For the first time in a long while, Naina felt seen.
From the balcony door, Om stood in shadows, watching her with Arjun. His jaw clenched, his glass cracking in his hand.
Om Prashant Roa
(thinking):
“Mine. She’s mine. I don’t care if she hates me, screams at me, or even runs from me. No man… no man touches what belongs to me.”
His possessive gaze burned as the night deepened, and fate tied their lives even tighter.
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