Planning For Her

She must have felt the same burn.

He blew out a cloud of smoke and watched it swirling up the air with furrowed brows. He was replaying their last meeting over and over again. The way she spurned him, the look of disgust on her face, the sharpness of her tongue; this all had pierced straight through his heart. How the roles had reversed. He was here pining over the woman who wanted him for who knows how long whereas she was all set to move on. It made him more restless. The feeling of unease morphed into desperation which further consolidated into a determination. He will not let her move on.

Nick was sprawled in chair with his feet placed firmly on his desk. A veil of despair hanging heavily over the room. Their last meeting had kicked off a whirling vortex of emotions inside him. She had behaved so cold and unfeeling. So unlike his angel. It was disturbing.

A knock was heard before the door swung open and in stepped his PA with a file in her hand. He, unbothered, took anot