Unspoken Hearts 💌

Chapter-1 | Him 💌

His black hair, slightly messy, showed restless fingers running through it too many times. Broad shoulders stretched the white shirt perfectly, but tension lived in his body. His hands... strong, veined, long-fingered... rested on the desk, the same hands that had built an empire, now trembling under the weight of memories.

The chair he sat in looked more like a throne than an office chair... black leather and steel. It fit his powerful frame but felt like a prison. From here, he could see the whole of London, as if the city bowed to him. Inside, he felt trapped.... a ruler of power but a prisoner of love lost.

The office reflected him... grand, spotless, cold. Morning light came through the glass, but it could not warm the room. A wide mahogany desk held files, a glowing laptop, and a cup of black coffee left from last night. On the walls were photos with world leaders, rare art, and a ticking antique clock... reminding him of time he could never get back.

In one corner, though, was something soft... a leather-bound photo album, old and worn. He had made it himself. For her. To remember her. To never forget her face.

London woke below... birds chirped, people rushed, cars honked. Everyone saw beauty. No one saw the tiredness in his eyes or felt the pain he carried every time he looked at that album.

At first, it had comforted him. Slowly, her face became blurry in his memory. In dreams, she no longer appeared... only her shadow. He remembered her laughter, her voice, her soul… but not her face. And that hurt more than anything.

He sighed and turned back to his laptop, burying himself in work... files, meetings, endless decisions.

Time shift 9 AM

Sunlight filled the city. As light streamed through the glass, a knock came at the door.

Knock. Knock.

“May I come in, sir?”
His assistant, dramatic and loyal, appeared.

“Yes. Come in,” he said, voice deep and calm.

Gupta stepped in with a tablet.

“Sir, your schedule is clear. Four meetings today. The next starts soon — clients are arriving.”

He nodded.

“I’ll be there. Everything ready?”

“Yes, sir. But… have you eaten breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

Gupta sighed.

“Whyyy sir?! Aap jaante ho na, ma’am ne mujhe jimmedaari di thi!”
(You know, ma’am gave me this responsibility!)

He raised an eyebrow, pretending innocence:

“Gupta, do one thing.”

Gupta puffed his chest.

“Sir, aap do bolo, main do karunga!”
(Sir, whatever you say, I’ll do it!)

He smirked.

“Marry me.”

“Haaaaa??” Gupta’s jaw dropped.