Unexpected Connection

Breaking Point.

Shah Rukh sat in his rooftop study, glass of scotch swirling idly in his hand. He leaned back, phone face down on the desk beside him. The night air from the half-open window brought in the scent of rain.

He knew the email must have reached her by now. His lips curled into a crooked, tired smirk.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt her. Not truly.

But if she wouldn’t see him, talk to him, acknowledge what they had…

He’d find other ways. The irony? He didn’t even care about the Bloquex deal. It wasn’t profitable enough for The Khan Holdings to chase. But the thrill of reminding Kajol that he still mattered in her world, that was worth every closed-door favor he’d pulled in the last 72 hours to reinstate the deal back on the table for Khushi Oil and Gas Enterprises, a far much better deal too.

He tipped his glass toward the sky. "Your choice now Kajol."

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The city hummed outside like a distant memory. Kajol stood at her window, robe loosely tied around her waist, hair still pinned from the long day, her bare feet on cold marble.

She hadn’t changed into pajamas. She hadn’t showered. She had fought.

Not with fists or fire, but with silence and steel the kind only a woman scorned by betrayal knows how to wield.

Earlier today, Shah Rukh Khan had crossed a line. He didn’t just hurt her.

He had violated the one thing she held sacred, her business.

The Bloquex deal had been months in the making. Her team had sacrificed weekends, long nights, and their sanity to get it in place. And he… he had unraveled it with a few whispered calls and strategic nudges.

Because she dared to reject him? Because she dared to say no? Even reinstating the deal with a better offer couldn’t undo what was already broken.

The office buzzed with activity, but Kajol walked through it untouched, gliding past greetings and schedules with a calm so poised, it felt glacial.

Her assistant handed her the finalized Bloquex counterproposal, it was stronger now, terms renegotiated in her favor thanks to Shah Rukh's reversal. The board would approve it in days.

Everyone around her beamed.

She didn’t. She simply nodded and said, “Let’s close this before the end of the week.”

Not a single call returned to Arjun. Not a glance spared to Shah Rukh. Both men now sat on the periphery of her life.

Until this deal was done, they were distractions. 

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They said fire melted everything. But ice could preserve pain far longer. Kajol Mukherjee had never feared silence in fact, she lived in it. But this silence, the kind that stalked her through the glass towers of Doha and settled into the marrow of her bones, was different.

For two weeks, Kajol was a fortress of frost. Since the Bloquex sabotage, she had turned stone-cold.

Her team walked on eggshells. Even Anya, her personal assistant of four years, usually the one person who could tease a smile out of her, found herself hovering anxiously outside meeting rooms, unsure when it was safe to approach.

Kajol didn’t shout. She didn’t throw things. She just snapped. At a misplaced file, at a delayed flight, at coffee that wasn’t hot enough.

Deadlines were met with military precision. Meetings were conducted with clipped syllables. She shut down flirtation, small talk, jokes, anything that threatened to touch the raw ache she’d buried beneath her work.