Triggered
365 Words
Narrators POV
Months rolled by after the engagement was reinstated.
Samaira’s house once again hosted polite gatherings, Saad’s family returned with forced smiles, and the fairy lights came up again — this time with none of the laughter. Samaira wore the ring once more, her father sighed with relief, and everyone whispered that the scandal was “handled.”
And Adi?
Adi buried himself in work.
Day after day, boardrooms, contracts, corporate wars, late nights, all became weapons to numb the memory of her kohl-lined eyes, the scent of mehndi that had clung to his shirt the night he carried her to the hospital. He trained his mind to forget. And yet, every time he closed his eyes, her face would flicker like an uninvited ghost.
He told himself it didn’t matter. He told himself she was someone else’s fiancée. He told himself to let her go.
But rage became his only companion. His empire grew, but so did his temper. His men whispered about his anger — sharp, unpredictable, lethal. He had become a king with no peace, ruling from a throne of glass tower and clenched fists.
He didn’t call, didn’t visit, didn’t even allow himself to think of Samaira. To think of her eyes, her mehndi, her trembling voice — no. He drowned those thoughts under spreadsheets, mergers, and the constant growl of his anger that grew sharper with every sunrise.
His men avoided his temper. His secretaries whispered about his silence that cracked into storms. But no one dared question him.
Until one morning,
When his assistant Rehan walked in, holding a tagged file.
“Sir,” he cleared his throat. “A flagged case. The committee didn’t sign it. They want your direct order.”
Adi didn’t look up. “Reason?”
Rehan hesitated. “Misconduct. A woman employee was… mishandled by an investor. The case was red-flagged under Decision of Adil Khan only.”
Adi’s pen stopped moving. Slowly, he raised his eyes, sharp and dark. “Name.”
Rehan’s voice dropped. “Investor: Saad Ahmed.”
Adi froze, blinked. Then, in the quiet, the pen snapped between his fingers, ink splattering on the contract beneath his hands.
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