Indian Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 2: Unexpected Reunion

Rhea POV:

Few years later.............

Today was a big day for me, filled with nerves and excitement. The opportunity to pitch a wedding proposal to a VIP client had finally arrived, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and joy.

I was so nervous and excited today. I was finally going to pitch a wedding proposal to a VIP client! This was my first time doing this, and I knew it was a big opportunity. I had been working towards this moment for years, and I was determined to make a good impression.

I spent hours putting together the perfect proposal. I wanted to make sure it was everything the client could ever want. I even stayed up late last night making sure all the details were perfect.

The mood boards were filled with vibrant colours, elegant themes, and stunning ideas that would surely leave a lasting impression.

As we went through a mock presentation, I couldn't help but admire the dedication and passion of my team members. Each one of them brought a unique skill set and perspective to the table, making our work truly exceptional.

The room buzzed with excitement as we discussed the intricacies of the proposal, ensuring that every aspect was meticulously planned and tailored to the client's desires.

The thought of working on another extravagant wedding, where we could bring joy and create lifelong memories for the couple, filled my heart with warmth. It was more than just a job; it was a way to bring magic and happiness into people's lives.

I overheard Priya, my ever-enthusiastic colleague and the gossip queen, chatting with the others.

Her voice carried a sense of intrigue as she shared what little she knew about the client.

"Guys, I heard it's a renowned business tycoon who recently came to India. He's already making waves and is super wealthy. This could be our big break!"

I couldn't help but join in the conversation, my curiosity piqued. "Really? Do we have any more details? What's his name?"

Priya shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I wish I knew more, Rhea. But all we have is a last name—Dalmia"

My heart skipped a beat. Dalmia. That was the name of the guy I met on the plane. The guy I couldn't stop thinking about.

I sat in the conference room with my amazing team, my mind racing. What if it was him? What if he remembered me? What if... I stopped my stupid brain before it explode from overthinking.

The doors swung open, my heart seemed to pause for a moment, as if time itself had slowed down as Arjun Dalmia walked in. There he was, Arjun Dalmia, striding into the room with an air of confidence that seemed to command attention. My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse quickened.

Our eyes met for a brief moment, and in that fleeting connection, a myriad of emotions passed through me. I quickly took back my gaze, hoping no one noticed my sudden distraction. I couldn't afford to let my emotions get the better of me, especially in such a professional setting. Inside, I was bursting with excitement.

But instead of the "Hey!! Long time no see" a greeting that I had hoped for, his gaze remained impassive, as if he didn't even recognize me.

The disappointment tugged at my heart but then again it wasn't like we were even friends, just strangers on the plane. A stranger my naïve self was attracted to and giving the way my heart was beating I guess I still was.

As my heart continued to race, I watched as my manager introduced Arjun to member of my team. One by one, my colleagues greeted him with handshakes and smiles, their excitement palpable.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness as he drew closer to me.

I extended my hand, my palms slightly clammy from the nerves. Our eyes met again, and this time, I couldn't help but hold his gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

His hand enveloped mine, warm and firm. A jolt of electricity coursed through my veins as our skin touched. The intensity of that simple touch sent shivers down my spine, awakening a whirlwind of emotions within me.

In this brief connection, I hoped he would recognize me, remember our encounter on the flight, and maybe, just maybe, something.

Arjun's gaze bore into mine, his eyes searching for something. A flicker of recognition, perhaps, or maybe just curiosity. It was impossible to decipher. His expression remained stoic, leaving me wondering if he remembered our encounter on the flight.

I tried to maintain my composure, but beneath the professional façade, my heart ached with disappointment.

I had hoped for a more personal connection, a hint of familiarity, but it seemed that he doesn't even remember our previous encounter.

As my heart continued to race, I watched as my manager introduced Arjun to each member of my team. One by one, my colleagues greeted him with handshakes and smiles, their excitement palpable. I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness as he drew closer to me.

I extended my hand, my palms slightly clammy from the nerves. Our eyes met again, and this time, I couldn't help but hold his gaze for a moment longer than necessary.His hand enveloped mine, warm and firm. A jolt of electricity coursed through my veins as our skin touched. The intensity of that simple touch sent shivers down my spine, awakening a whirlwind of emotions within me.

In this brief connection, I hoped he would recognize me, remember our encounter on the flight, and maybe, just maybe, something.

Arjun's gaze bore into mine, his eyes searching for something. A flicker of recognition, perhaps, or maybe just curiosity. It was impossible to decipher. His expression remained stoic, leaving me wondering if he remembered our encounter on the flight.

I tried to maintain my composure, but beneath the professional facade, my heart ached with disappointment. I had hoped for a more personal connection, a hint of familiarity, but it seemed that he was unaffected by our previous encounter.

Arjun's expression remained impassive, and he nodded in acknowledgment. "Let's not waste any time. Show me what you've got," he said curtly, his tone betraying a hint of arrogance.

His dismissive words stung, and I could feel the disappointment welling up inside me. Nonetheless, I refused to let my disappointment overshadow the task at hand. I was determined to show him the extent of my professionalism and the dedication of my team.

As we moved on to discuss the details of the proposal, I focused on presenting our ideas with passion and confidence. I poured my heart into each word, emphasizing our commitment to creating unforgettable experiences. I hoped that my enthusiasm would capture his attention and spark a glimmer of recognition.

However, Arjun's demeanor remained unchanged, his expression unreadable. He listened attentively, but there was a distinct air of detachment, as if he was evaluating our proposal from a distant perspective.

However, Arjun seemed unimpressed, his gaze shifting restlessly from one slide to another. He interrupted my colleague's explanation of our grand entrance concept with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I expected something more innovative, more extraordinary," he stated, his voice dripping with disappointment.

Undeterred by his aloofness, I took a deep breath, determined to rise to the challenge. I knew that Arjun was a man of high standards, and I was ready to prove that I could surpass them.

"Mr. Dalmia, I understand your desire for something extraordinary. We pride ourselves on pushing the boundaries of creativity and making each event truly remarkable," I responded, my voice steady despite the twinge of disappointment.