AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
In the bustling Malhotra office, the quiet hum of phones ringing and the soft tapping of keyboards filled the air. Vihaan was at meeting room preparing for the meeting and Krishiv was seated behind his sleek mahogany desk, flipping through a stack of documents when Kavya, walked over to the chair opposite him, her usual poise and confidence replaced by a distant look in her eyes. She sat down, her fingers absently tapping on the table, her gaze unfocused as she stared out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Krishiv, who had been outlining a few key points for the final stages of their project, noticed her distracted state immediately. He raised an eyebrow, watching her for a moment before clearing his throat.
"Final reports ready hui?" he asked, trying to bring her back to the task at hand.
"Yes sir," she replied, her voice distant and monotone, her eyes still not meeting his.
He gave a small sigh, leaning back in his chair, then decided to press on. "Aapne khana banaya?"
"Yes sir," she responded, the same detached tone in her voice, as if she was answering automatically, not really processing what he was saying.
Krishiv watched her closely, frowning slightly, and his frustration began to mount. It was unlike her to be so distracted, especially during a critical time for the project. He tried another approach, his tone now a bit more pointed.
"Dance kiya?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned forward.
"Yes sir," she replied without missing a beat, still lost in her own thoughts, her voice flat.
Krishiv paused, staring at her for a second, before letting out a long, exasperated breath. His hands dropped onto the desk, and he facepalmed himself dramatically, unable to hide his disbelief at her responses.
"Bank loota?" he asked, his voice louder now, a clear mix of annoyance and concern.
"Yes sir," she answered, completely oblivious to his growing frustration, her focus still elsewhere.
This time, Krishiv leaned back in his chair, exasperated but trying to suppress a smile. He raised his voice, deciding it was time to snap her out of whatever daze she was in.
"Bulbul ki mummy??" he asked, his voice much louder than before.
Kavya blinked rapidly, snapping out of her trance as her attention suddenly shifted to him. "Huh? Ji?" she asked, her confusion clear.
"Aap sun bhi rahi hain mai keh kya raha hun?" he asked, his voice a mix of irritation and amusement.
She blinked a few more times, her gaze refocusing on him. "Sorry sir... I was a little distracted. Can you repeat?" she asked, finally sounding more like herself, but still apologetic.
