Catfight

As Ishan, Aryan, and Sandhya stepped out of the office, an awkward silence hung in the air until Ishan broke it.

"Hey, sorry for hijacking your idea in there," Ishan said, flashing a sheepish grin at Aryan, who was seated in his wheelchair.

Aryan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "No need to apologize, Radhika. I'm just glad you spoke up. But seriously, how did you know so much about StyleClick?"

Ishan snorted, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "You use voice commands for everything, dude. I've been hearing about StyleClick nonstop for weeks. I could practically file their tax returns by now."

Aryan's eyes widened in surprise. "Still, it takes a lot of business savvy to present that information to the board like you did."

"I was a college topper, Aryan.", Ishan shrugged, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. " I would've made it to IIM if I hadn't taken that dead-end job. And besides, I wanted to take down that misogynistic jerk, Atul."

Sandhya, who had been quietly following behind them, couldn't contain her excitement. "You go, girl!" she exclaimed, before Aryan's stern glance silenced her. "Sorry, sir," she muttered.

Ishan nudged Aryan playfully with his elbow. "So, where's the girl who broke my husband's heart?"

Aryan's eyes flicked toward a stunning woman standing across the room, chatting with Atul Oberoi. Ishan's gaze followed, and he felt a spark of curiosity ignite within him.

The woman's brunette-haired beauty was undeniable, with curves that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. Her fitted business suit hugged her physique in all the right places, accentuating her toned legs and hips that swayed ever so slightly as she spoke. Her heart-shaped face was a masterpiece, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips that curved into a radiant smile. As she laughed at something Atul said, her eyes sparkled like diamonds, leaving Ishan breathless.

"Damn, she's hot!" Ishan whispered, chuckling under his breath. "How did you even bag her?"

Sandhya chimed in from behind, "Right!"

"Don't you have some meeting to plan?" Aryan shot them at an annoyed glance he said with his crisp tone.

"Sorry sir!", Sandhya looked down in embarrassment and went back awkwardly towards the conference room to collect the laptop .

Just then, Natasha caught sight of Ishan, dressed in a stunning saree, standing beside her ex-boyfriend Aryan. She began walking towards them, her heels clicking on the floor.

Ishan, having learned the intricacies of wealthy socialites' greetings, expected her to approach him with a warm hug and pleasantaries. But instead, Natasha completely ignored him and made a beeline for Aryan.

She leaned in, wrapping her arms around Aryan's neck, and hugged him tight. Ishan's eyes widened in surprise.

'Well, that was a surprise,' he thought to himself.

"I heard about StyleClick!", Natasha exclaimed, her voice a tad too high-pitched. "The OG Aryan is back finally!, han"

Aryan looked visibly uncomfortable with her touching him. Ishan coughed hard trying to get her away. Natasha finally broked the hug and looked up a malicious smile on her face.

"Sorry, Mrs. Raichand, I didn't see you there. Wow, you're so pretty, I'm so jealous!"

Ishan forced a smile, playing along.

"So are you," he replied, faking excitement as he complimented her back.

Natasha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she tried to bring up her past relationship with Aryan.

"Oh, Aryan, do you remember that time we went to Goa and spent the entire weekend in bed?" she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

'Here we go, the ex-girlfriend trying to mark her territory.' He rolled his eyes mentally, thinking, 'How cliché.'

Natasha continued, trying to make Ishan aka Radhika Raichand jealous.

"I pity you, Radhika, on how much action you're missing. You know, the Aryan Raichand before the accident was an animal in bed, if you know what I mean," she said, winking and half-covering her mouth.

Ishan cringed hard and looked at Aryan, who also seemed uncomfortable. Aryan's face turned bright red, and he looked like he was about to apologize, but Ishan beat him to it.

'Well now I understand why you broke up with her... I would have done them same thing dude'

Ishan quickly faked his own experience, putting his loose hair strands behind his ears, his bangles tingling with the motion.

"I know what you mean," Ishan said with a sly smile. "He's still the same animal..."

"We do it the same way you used to", Ishan leaned in close to Natasha's ear and whispered, " but he always says I'm better at those cowgirl moves."

He winked at her, making Natasha's face turn bright red with anger and embarrassment.

Aryan looked like he was about to choke on his own saliva, while Sandhya, who was watching from the sidelines, was trying hard to stifle a giggle.

'Ha! Take that, ex-girlfriend!'

Natasha's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to Ishan.

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "Well, I'm sure Aryan still remembers the way I used to make him feel."

Ishan smiled sweetly, unfazed by Natasha's attempts to intimidate him.

"Oh, I'm sure he does, but He says I am better... So we cant say for sure" Ishan said, "and by the way it's Radhika ma'am... But you can call me Mrs. Raichand, I am the new bahu of the Raichand family after all."

Ishan batted his eyelashes, and Natasha's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Just as the conversation was getting more heated, Harivansh Raichand interrupted, walking between the board members. He smiled warmly at Ishan, dressed in a stunning saree. "Arre Radhika beta, have you had any lunch yet?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Ishan turned to him, half-looking at Natasha, making her even more jealous. "Not yet, Papa," Ishan replied, his voice sweet and feminine.

Harivansh nodded, his expression serious for a moment.

"Sandhya, get her something to eat," he ordered his assistant. Then, he turned back to Ishan, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Radhika, I was wondering if you could visit the office more often... We could benefit from your young housewife's perspective."

Harivansh chuckled at his own joke, then soon laughed hard.

'Old man telling boomer jokes over here.'

Aryan raised his voice, "But Dad!"

"Well, only if she wants, beta.", Harivansh looked at his son, his expression softening.

"I will, Papa.", Ishan nodded enthusiastically, his feminine gestures and voice convincing.

The little Raichand family completely ignored Natasha, who was still standing there, looking more and more furious by the minute. Harivansh soon left, leaving them alone with the eccentric Natasha once again.

"You know, even I have a boyfriend!", Natasha tried to regain the attention, "And he's even richer than him!"

"I'm sure he is.", Ishan smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Well, if you'll excuse me, my husband and I have lunch to attend to. Right, hubby?"

Aryan ignored Ishan's quirks, looking down to avoid any eye contact, but even he was impressed by Ishan's witty replies.

Ishan pushed Aryan's wheelchair, walking away tip-toeing on his 3 inches heels from the fuming Natasha. A constant proud smile stayed on his red glossy lips throughout the entire day at the office.