Three Years Later
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Cartwright office, casting a golden hue across the sleek conference room. Seated at the head of the table was a young man whose presence commanded attention. Siddarth — strikingly handsome, with a lean, well-sculpted physique — wore a crisp black shirt, the sleeves casually folded to his forearms, paired with tailored black trousers. A diamond-studded watch gleamed on his wrist, catching the light every time he moved.
His sharp jawline, intense blue eyes, and softly curved lips drew the quiet admiration of every woman in the room. Throughout the hour-long meeting, it was difficult for them to focus on anything but him.
As the session concluded and the staff filtered out, one woman lingered behind.
She approached with a confident sway, her every step deliberate. She was stunning — dressed in a pink, form-fitting top tucked into a short white skirt that accentuated her long, porcelain legs. Her waist-length hair cascaded like silk, held partially back by delicate butterfly clips that framed her face with playful charm.
"Lunch time, Siddarth," she said with a warm smile, her voice laced with invitation. "Join me?"
Siddarth looked up from his notes, his gaze meeting hers. His blue eyes softened, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Alright," he said, rising from his chair. "Let's go."