11 days later

It was night time, everyone was fast asleep in the Shergill house. Drishti took the chance to search the 1st floor. She went inside Mahima's room, then Tejashri's room, then Tanvi's room. Nothing.

She found nothing. Defeated, she started walking to the 2nd floor when it hit her. Rakshit's room is still left.

Curiousity got the best of her and she turned her heels, walking towards his room, slowly and carefully.

Drishti carefully pushed open the door to Rakshit's room, convinced he was out of the house for a meeting. Her heart pounded as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for that thing she believed held crucial information.

She began rifling through the desk but found nothing. Defeated, she went inside the closet area which was just beside his bathroom, attached yet separated by a transparent wall.

Though, the person on the closet area can't see through the other side, but the person inside the bathroom can.

She began searching his closet when the sound of water shutting off in the bathroom caught her attention. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening in panic. Before she could hide, the bathroom door swung open, and Rakshit stepped out, steam billowing around him. He was clad only in a towel wrapped low around his hips, his hair damp and tousled.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Drishti's heart raced, and she felt a flush creeping up her neck. Rakshit's usual cold, commanding demeanor was replaced with surprise and a hint of curiosity.

"Well, if I knew we were having guests, I would've dressed for the occasion. Or, you know, dressed at all." He stated, his voice edged with sarcasm as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

Drishti tried to compose herself, her mind scrambling for an excuse. "Don't flatter yourself too much, I was just... looking for a file." She lied, her voice unsteady. Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Rakshit's lips curved into a slow, sardonic smile as he took a step closer. The air was thick with tension.

"A file? In my bedroom? Specifically, in my closet? How resourceful of you, Ms. Sud." His tone was skeptical, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge.

Drishti felt trapped, her pulse quickening as Rakshit closed the distance between them. The proximity of his bare chest and the water droplets still clinging to his skin made her aware of the precariousness of the situation. She straightened, trying to regain her composure.

"I was just checking if your suits are as boring as your personality." Her voice laced with as much sarcasm as it can hold.

"And here I thought you were just my PA. Didn't realize you were auditioning for the role of 'closet snoop.'..." Rakshit snapped back, both of them refusing to back down.

"Even while half naked, you're insufferable."

She said, her voice sharp.

Rakshit tilted his head, studying her with a penetrating gaze.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

He said, his voice low and smooth. No one was ready to back down. It's a game they play, a dance of words and wills, each trying to outdo the other.

He pinned her to the closet behind, keeping both of his hands on each side as his gaze pierced her soul.

He had the kind of eyes which could stare right into a person's soul, penetrating the layers of lies above it.

He was close now, too close, and Drishti could feel the heat emanating from his body.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Drishti's instincts screamed at her to step back, to put distance between them, but something kept her rooted to the spot.

"Now, what were you doing here? Are you spying on me, Ms. Sud?" His voice came out a whisper-- still sharp enough to make her shiver.

Drishti swallowed hard, her throat dry. She had always despised his arrogance, his condescending attitude, but in this moment, she found herself captivated by him. The line between hate and something more had never felt so thin.

She straightened up, refusing to back down. She couldn't let him see the affect he had on her. Her eyes sharply glared back at him with a hint of frustration in them.

"Yes, because I have nothing better to do than keep tabs on an arrogant CEO."

"Oh? I'm arrogant?" He asked, clearly pissed.

"Arrogant? Aap ek number ke akdu, khadoos bedil Shergill hai!"
(You're egoistic, rude and heartless!)

He chuckled before removing his hands from her sides.

"It just made me feel proud of myself. Glad to know I get under your skin. Makes my day more interesting." He stated, his annoying smirk never leaving his God-like face.

"You're welcome. Now, if you're done with your little ego trip, I have actual work to do." She marched outside the bathroom, slamming the door behind her as her heart raced in an abnormal speed.

"What the hell was she doing in my room?" The thought kept looping in his mind, his initial suspicion mingling with a deeper, unsettling curiosity.

He knew Drishti wasn't one to snoop around aimlessly; she had a purpose, and the lie about the file was painfully transparent. But what was she really after?

He couldn't shake the image of her startled expression, the way her eyes widened when she saw him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from her, someone who was always ready for a sarcastic fight and seemed to get into his nerves.

"Why does she get under my skin so easily?" Rakshit clenched his jaw, annoyed with himself for even caring. She was just his PA, a constant thorn in his side with her challenging attitude and lack of respect for his authority. Yet, there was something about her that made it impossible to simply dismiss her as a nuisance.

He shook his head, trying to get her thoughts out of his mind.

He sat down on the bed after dressing up in his casuals, his mind spinning with a million thoughts.

He had his marriage in 2 days, and he didn't liked his to-be wife a bit.

He respected Lavanya, he was ready to provide her as she was his responsibility, but loving her seemed far off.

He wouldn't even get married if not for his mother's sake. He loved her a lot and would do anything for her.

He called Vinay up.

"Hello, I'm not coming to office for the next 3 days, you know why. If there's anything urgent, inform Ms. Sud."

"Alright." Vinay replied before hanging up.

WITH DRISHTI

Drishti has been observing Lavanya for days. She acts weird, doesn't stays in the house for hours and never informs where she is going. Not that it's her business, but Mahima keeps asking her about Lavanya.

"God my life sucks!" Drishti said, walking through the hallway with a pile of papers in her hands.

She crashed with Lavanya as she was walking towards Drishti while using her phone.

"Are you blind?" Lavanya said, pissed off as her phone fell. Drishti crotched down to pick up her phone but Lavanya snatched it before her, a hint of nervousness visible on her face.

"Stay away from me you low class PA." She went away leaving Drishti annoyed.

"Agar yeh Rakshit Sir ki fiance na hoti toh iske murder me mai jail ja chuki hoti."

She sighed and started picking up the papers. She kept it in Rakshit's room after she was done.

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Akshit went towards the house's gate with his bike's key in his hand.

He went outside and rode his bike to the cafe.

After almost 2 hours, it had started raining heavily.

Spending a good time in the cafe with his friends, he sat on his bike again, ready to leave when his eyes fell on a certain figure.

Divya was there, stuck in the rain. Standing in the bus stop, she was saving herself from getting wet in the rain.

She was already half-drenched, waiting for any kind of miracle which will save her from this situation.

A bike stopped right infront of her, and to her misfortune, there stood Akshit Shergill, drenched from head to toe, the rain accentuates his sharp features and tousled hair. His wet shirt clings to his well-defined chest, and water drips from his chiseled jawline. Despite the downpour, he looks effortlessly dashing, the intensity in his eyes heightened by the stormy weather.

Divya watched him, she can't help but momentarily take in the sight. There's something undeniably magnetic about him, even when-or perhaps especially when-he's caught in such an unguarded moment. His confidence, the way he seems to own the space around him, only adds to his appeal.

But along with these fleeting thoughts comes a wave of irritation. She hates that he can look so good, even in the rain, and she hates that she even noticed. Her feelings are a tangled mess of annoyance and an unwilling attraction she refuses to acknowledge. She tells herself it's just the rain making her think irrationally, but deep down, she knows Akshit has a way of getting under her skin like no one else.

"Goddamn, why does it has to be you out of everyone?" She was irritated.

"Need a lift, Divya? Or do you enjoy looking like a drowned cat?" Akshit said to her, enjoying her irritated expressions.

Divya glares at him, clearly annoyed. She tries to appear unfazed by the rain, but it's obvious she's uncomfortable.

"I'd rather walk in the rain than ride with you." She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

"Suit yourself. But it's a long walk to the Shergill house and you're already soaked. You might catch a cold, and then who would I annoy?"

"Getting on that bike with him? No way. Still, it's pouring..." Divya thought to herself.

She hesitated, glancing at the sky and then at the road, which is quickly turning into a small river. She sighed, frustrated.

"Fine. But if you even try to pull any stunts, I'll kick you off the bike and make sure you regret it."

"Always the firecracker. But there's no way I'm letting her walk in this..." Akshit thought to himself.

Akshit smirked to himself and said

"As you say, your highness."

Divya rolled her eyes but got on the bike, awkwardly holding onto the back of his jacket.

He couldn't resist a smile at her obvious discomfort. As they start moving, he speeds up slightly, causing Divya to grip his jacket tighter.

"Watch it, or you'll end up with an injured eye and a bloody nose!"

"Relax, Divya. You're safe with me. Besides, it's not like I'd let anything happen to my favorite enemy. I have no one else to piss off except you."

Akshit grinned as he watched her get frustrated.

As they ride through the rain-soaked streets, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement, Akshit can't help but enjoy the moment. The wind and rain are cold, but he feels a strange warmth at having Divya so close. He knows he's a little attracted to her but the hate is equally present there too.

"You know, if you were my girlfriend, this would be a perfect romantic moment. Just the two of us, riding through the rain... very Bollywood. Mai SRK aur aap meri Kajol." He grinned.

"Shahrukh Khan? Tumhare layak to side role bhi nahi hai, hero banna to door ki baat hai. If I were your girlfriend, I'd probably strangle you in your sleep." She stated, frustrated by his cheesy lines.

"You know Divya, you should let your hair down once in a while. It's fun." Akshit said, laughing.

"And you should consider keeping your mouth shut once in a while. It's peaceful." Divya rolled her eyes.

They reached their building, and Akshit pulled into the parking lot, stopping the bike. The rain continued to pour as they both get down from the bike. Divya quickly steps away from him, running a hand through her wet hair.

"You know, you're kind of cute when you're all soaked and grumpy." He said, smiling ear to ear, knowing its gonna piss her off.

"And you're insufferable when you're... well, always." She stated but her heart did a small flip at his comment.

Akshit chuckled, enjoying her feisty spirit. He watched as she headed towards the building entrance, shaking off the rain.

"Hey, Divya! If you ever want to make this a regular thing, you know, just for the company..." He smirked and winked, a playful smile adorning his face.

Divya turned, giving him a sarcastic smile.

"Don't hold your breath, Romeo. This was a one-time deal. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a way to forget this ever happened."

As she walked inside, Akshit stood by his bike, a satisfied smile on his face. Despite her protests and sarcastic remarks, he can't help but feel drawn to her. There's something about their banter, their fiery exchanges, that makes his heart race.

And he can't help but wonder if, maybe, just maybe, she feels a spark too.