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Chapter 3 – The Cold Welcome (Part 1)
The morning sun cast long golden rays over the glass façadeof Khurana Constructions, making the thirty-storey building gleam likepolished crystal. Employees hurried through the revolving doors, coffee cups inone hand and files in the other, preparing for another demanding day.
Inside his cabin on the top floor, Maan Singh Khuranastood before the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Delhi.
His hands rested in the pockets of his charcoal-greytrousers, but his mind was far from the city's busy skyline.
All he could see were her eyes.
Five years.
He had imagined this moment countless times.
Sometimes he had imagined shouting at her.
Sometimes he had imagined asking why.
Sometimes...
He had imagined simply holding her and never letting herleave again.
But reality was cruel.
She had stood in front of him.
Looked into his eyes.
And denied being Geet.
A knock on the door broke his thoughts.
"Come in."
Adi entered carefully, carrying a tablet and two files.
"Good morning, sir."
Maan turned around.
"Today's schedule."
Adi placed the files on the desk.
"Site inspection at eight."
"The structural consultants arrive at eleven."
"The investors' meeting begins at three."
Maan nodded without looking at the papers.
"And Ms. Gauri Sharma?"
Adi noticed the deliberate emphasis on her new name.
"She confirmed she'll be at the site on time."
Silence filled the room.
Adi hesitated before speaking again.
"Maan..."
"I'm busy."
"No, you're avoiding the conversation."
"I'm working."
"No."
Adi folded his arms.
"You're pretending work is more important than yourfeelings."
Maan's jaw tightened.
"I don't have feelings."
Adi laughed softly.
"I've known you for fifteen years."
"You still keep her birthday marked on yourcalendar."
Maan looked up sharply.
"Enough."
"You still visit the café where both of you used toargue over coffee."
"Adi."
"You never let anyone sit in the passenger seat of yourcar."
"That's enough."
"And every year—"
"I SAID ENOUGH!"
The room fell silent.
Adi lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
For a few moments, neither of them spoke.
Finally, Maan exhaled slowly.
"I spent five years convincing myself that she neverloved me."
His voice had lost its anger.
"It became easier."
Adi listened quietly.
"And yesterday..."
Maan looked toward the city again.
"She destroyed every wall I'd built."
Meanwhile...
Geet stood before the mirror inside her apartment.
Instead of her formal business suit, she wore a simplesky-blue kurti with white trousers and a safety jacket draped over her arm.
She tied her hair into a neat ponytail.
No expensive jewellery.
No makeup.
Just the same simplicity that Maan had always loved.
She smiled bitterly at her own reflection.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Her phone vibrated.
It was Pinky.
Geet stared at the screen for several seconds beforeanswering.
"Pinky..."
There was silence.
Then came a loud scream.
"GEET!"
Geet couldn't help laughing through her tears.
"I missed you too."
"You idiot!"
Pinky sniffled loudly.
"Do you know how many times I cried because ofyou?"
"I'm sorry."
"No!"
"You don't get to say sorry."
"You disappeared!"
"You didn't call."
"You didn't write."
"You missed my wedding."
"You even missed my baby's first birthday!"
Geet closed her eyes.
"I know."
"You know nothing."
Another silence followed.
Then Pinky's voice softened.
"Are you really back?"
"Yes."
"For good?"
"I think so."
"When can I see you?"
Geet smiled.
"Soon."
"No."
"Today."
"I have work."
"Then tonight."
"I'll try."
"You'd better."
Pinky laughed through her tears.
"Otherwise I'm kidnapping you."
For the first time in years...
Geet laughed wholeheartedly.
"I'll call you after work."
She disconnected the call and picked up her helmet.
As she locked the apartment door, the smile slowly faded.
Soon...
She would have to face Maan again.
At exactly eight o'clock, the black company SUV entered theconstruction site.
The massive area stretched across hundreds of acres.
Tower cranes moved steadily against the morning sky whileengineers studied blueprints and workers prepared steel reinforcements.
This project wasn't just another township.
It was Maan's dream.
The future of Khurana Constructions.
Geet stepped out of her car and looked around.
Her professional instincts immediately took over.
She observed the soil condition.
The unfinished retaining walls.
The drainage channels.
The positioning of the cranes.
Within seconds, she had already noticed three design flaws.
"Interesting..."
She murmured to herself.
Just then another SUV stopped nearby.
Maan stepped out.
For a brief second...
Their eyes met again.
Neither smiled.
Neither looked away first.
The project manager hurried toward them.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, ma'am."
Maan spoke without looking at Geet.
"Let's begin."
The entire engineering team followed them across the site.
As they walked, Maan explained the project.
"This township will include residential towers,schools, hospitals, parks, shopping districts and heritage restoration."
Geet nodded while studying the terrain.
After nearly ten minutes, they reached the eastern boundary.
She suddenly stopped walking.
Everyone else continued for a few steps before realizing shewasn't behind them.
Maan turned.
"What happened?"
Geet crouched near the ground.
She picked up a handful of soil and rubbed it between herfingers.
Then she looked toward the retaining wall.
"When was the last geological survey conducted?"
The project manager checked his notes.
"Six months ago."
"It needs to be repeated."
The manager frowned.
"But the report was approved."
Geet stood up.
"The moisture content has changed."
"Impossible."
She walked closer to the excavation pit.
"If heavy rain comes..."
She pointed toward the slope.
"...this entire section could collapse."
Several engineers exchanged doubtful looks.
One of them spoke.
"Our consultants cleared it."
Geet looked directly at him.
"Then your consultants made a mistake."
A few workers stopped to listen.
The engineer looked offended.
"With all due respect, ma'am—"
"You don't need respect."
She interrupted calmly.
"You need accurate calculations."
Maan observed everything silently.
She hadn't changed.
Still fearless.
Still confident.
Still willing to challenge anyone.
Including him.
She accepted a measuring instrument from one of thesurveyors and quickly checked the gradient herself.
After several calculations, she handed the device back.
"The slope exceeds the safety limit by threedegrees."
The engineer immediately protested.
"That's impossible."
Maan took the instrument himself.
He repeated the measurements.
Then another.
Then one more.
His expression changed.
She was right.
Exactly three degrees.
A silence settled over the entire team.
The engineer lowered his head in embarrassment.
"I'm... sorry, sir."
Maan looked at Geet.
"How did you notice?"
She answered simply.
"The cracks."
Everyone looked around.
"What cracks?"
She pointed toward the retaining wall.
"Hairline fractures."
"They're barely visible."
"If you don't reinforce this section now..."
She looked across the excavation.
"...you'll spend crores repairing it later."
The senior engineers immediately began discussing emergencyreinforcement.
Maan continued looking at her.
For five years he had told himself she had abandonedeverything.
Yet here she was.
Brilliant.
Observant.
Exactly the woman he remembered.
He quickly looked away before anyone noticed.
"Cancel today's excavation."
The site fell silent.
"We'll conduct another geological survey."
"Yes, sir."
As the engineers hurried away, Adi leaned closer to Maan.
"She's still the best."
Maan replied without emotion.
"I hired her because she's qualified."
Adi smiled knowingly.
"Of course."
Half an hour later...
The inspection continued through another section of thesite.
As Geet examined the structural drawings, a loud metallicsound echoed across the construction yard.
CLANG!
Everyone looked up.
A steel cable had snapped.
A suspended load of heavy steel beams began swingingviolently above the workers.
Someone screamed.
"LOOK OUT!"
Geet instinctively turned toward the sound.
And froze.
One of the workers below hadn't noticed the danger.
The steel beams were falling directly toward him.
To be continued...
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Chapter 3
Part 1
Fantastic Chapter
Pinky is absolutely happy with Geet's return
while Maan cannot truly hate Geet
on the other hand Geet making her observations and also tells the
Engineers the soil is not perfect
while on the beams has been loosened and seems now someone
is in danger
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Chapter 3
Part 1
Maan's thoughts and pain was justified
So Adi confronted him
Of cos Maan initially denied
But then conceded
Maan really loves Geet
Geet's thoughts were understandable
Great that Pinky called
Well she wants to see Geet
As expected Maan was professional with Geet
Sad seeing the distance between them
Not surprised that Geet picked up the faults
Maan's thoughts were reasonable
She clearly knows her work
Liked that Maan stopped the excavation and agreed with Geet
Gosh the steel cable snapped
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Chapter 3 – The Cold Welcome (Part 2)
The warning cries echoed across the construction site.
"Move!"
"Run!"
"The cable has snapped!"
Dust rose into the air as dozens of workers scattered indifferent directions. Helmets fell to the ground, tools were abandoned, and thesharp screech of twisting metal drowned every other sound.
But one young worker...
Never heard the warning.
He was standing inside the excavation pit with his backturned, completely focused on marking foundation lines.
The massive bundle of steel beams swung wildly above him.
For one terrifying second...
Time seemed to stop.
"MOVE!" Maan shouted.
The worker looked up in confusion.
Too late.
Without thinking, Geet threw her project file to the groundand sprinted toward the excavation pit.
"Geet!" Adi yelled.
She ignored him.
The beams were descending rapidly.
The worker froze in fear.
Geet jumped into the pit, grabbed the frightened man by thearm, and pushed him with all her strength.
"Run!"
The man stumbled forward just as the steel beams crashedonto the ground with a deafening roar.
BOOM!
The earth trembled beneath everyone's feet.
Clouds of dust exploded into the air, covering the entiresite.
For several agonizing seconds...
No one could see anything.
Maan's heart stopped.
"Geet!"
Without waiting for the dust to settle, he ran toward thecollapsed steel.
His polished shoes sank into the loose soil as he searchedfrantically.
"Geet!"
There was no response.
The workers stood frozen.
Some whispered prayers.
Others stared helplessly at the wreckage.
Maan pushed aside smaller steel rods with his bare hands.
"Get these beams lifted!"
His voice thundered across the site.
"NOW!"
The crane operator immediately rushed to position theemergency lifting hook.
Before anyone could attach the chains...
A cough echoed from beneath the dust.
Then another.
A small figure slowly emerged from behind one of the fallenbeams.
Geet.
Her helmet was cracked.
Her kurti was covered in dirt.
A thin cut on her forehead allowed a line of blood totrickle down her temple.
But she was standing.
The rescued worker stumbled out behind her, shakinguncontrollably.
The entire site released a collective sigh of relief.
Maan reached her in seconds.
"What were you thinking?"
His voice was harsher than he intended.
"Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
Geet blinked, still catching her breath.
"He couldn't move."
"So you decided to risk your own life?"
"There wasn't time."
"You could have been crushed!"
"So could he."
The rescued worker folded his hands, tears streaming downhis face.
"Thank you, madam."
"If you hadn't..."
His voice broke.
"I would be dead."
Geet smiled gently.
"You're safe."
"That's all that matters."
Maan stared at her.
She hadn't even looked at the blood running down herforehead.
She was more concerned about a stranger than herself.
Just like before.
He clenched his jaw.
"You need medical attention."
"It's just a scratch."
"I wasn't asking."
She looked at him.
For a moment...
The concern in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Then the wall came back.
He turned toward the site supervisor.
"Stop all operations."
"Sir?"
"I said stop everything."
The supervisor nodded immediately.
"Yes, Mr. Khurana."
Within minutes, the usually noisy construction site fellsilent.
The temporary medical cabin stood near the entrance.
The company doctor carefully cleaned the wound on Geet'sforehead.
"It isn't deep."
He smiled reassuringly.
"You'll need three stitches."
Geet nodded.
"I've had worse."
The doctor laughed.
"I don't doubt that."
Just outside the cabin...
Maan paced restlessly.
Adi watched him with folded arms.
"You've walked the same ten steps at least twentytimes."
"I'm waiting for the doctor."
"No."
Adi smiled knowingly.
"You're worried."
"I'm responsible for everyone on this site."
"Everyone?"
"Yes."
"So if Bharat from Accounts had been injured, you'dalso be pacing outside like this?"
Maan shot him a glare.
Adi raised both hands.
"Fine."
"I'll stop."
A few seconds later he added,
"You still love her."
Maan didn't answer.
He simply looked toward the medical cabin.
Inside...
The doctor finished dressing the wound.
"There."
"You'll be perfectly fine."
"Thank you."
"You should avoid stress today."
Geet smiled faintly.
"I don't think that's possible."
The doctor chuckled.
"I noticed."
As she stepped outside, she almost collided with Maan.
For a brief moment...
Neither spoke.
His eyes immediately went to the bandage on her forehead.
"You should go home."
"I'm fine."
"That's not a suggestion."
"It wasn't a request either."
Their old habit of arguing surfaced so naturally that eventhey seemed surprised.
Adi couldn't stop smiling.
"There they are."
Both turned toward him.
"Our famous fighting partners."
Maan glared.
"Adi."
"I'm leaving."
He wisely walked away before Maan could say anything else.
Geet looked down to hide the smile threatening to appear.
Five years...
And some things had never changed.
Later that afternoon...
The emergency engineering meeting was held in the siteoffice.
Senior structural consultants, safety inspectors and projectmanagers gathered around the table.
A detailed report about the snapped cable was displayed onthe screen.
One of the consultants adjusted his glasses.
"The cable failed because of excessive wear."
Geet frowned.
"No."
Everyone looked at her.
She stood and walked toward the projector.
"The wear pattern doesn't match."
She zoomed in on the photograph.
"Look here."
A deep cut ran across several strands of steel.
"This isn't normal damage."
Another engineer leaned forward.
"What do you mean?"
She pointed again.
"The cable was partially sliced before itsnapped."
Silence.
Someone whispered,
"Sabotage?"
The room grew tense.
Maan studied the image carefully.
The cut was too clean.
Too deliberate.
He slowly looked at the site manager.
"Who inspected the lifting equipment thismorning?"
"Ramesh, sir."
"Call him."
The manager swallowed nervously.
"He's missing."
"What?"
"He left the site after the accident."
Maan's expression darkened.
"When?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
Without informing anyone.
A heavy silence settled over the room.
Geet felt an uneasy chill.
This hadn't been an accident.
Someone...
Had wanted those beams to fall.
By evening...
The workers had returned home.
The construction site was almost deserted.
Only security guards remained on duty.
Inside her apartment, Geet stood under the warm shower,letting the water wash away the dust and dried blood.
But it couldn't wash away the memories.
The moment Maan had shouted her name.
The fear in his eyes.
The way he had looked at her outside the medical cabin.
She closed her eyes.
"You still care..."
she whispered.
A tear mixed with the shower water.
"And that's exactly why I have to stay away."
Across the city...
Maan entered Khurana Mansion.
Dadima was waiting in the living room with evening tea.
The moment she saw the bandage on his hand, she stood.
"What happened?"
He looked down.
During the rescue, he had unknowingly cut his palm whilelifting steel rods.
"It's nothing."
She gently took his hand.
"You've been hurt."
"I'm fine, Dadima."
She noticed something else.
His eyes.
The same sadness she had seen five years ago had returned.
"You met her."
It wasn't a question.
He nodded silently.
Dadima sighed.
"Did you ask her why she left?"
"She wouldn't answer."
"And what did your heart say?"
Maan looked away.
"My heart doesn't matter anymore."
Dadima smiled sadly.
"The heart always matters, Maan."
"It simply waits until we're ready to listen."
He didn't reply.
Instead, he walked toward the staircase.
Halfway up...
He stopped.
Without turning around, he asked,
"Did you ever think..."
Dadima waited.
"...that maybe she didn't leave willingly?"
Dadima's eyes filled with hope.
For the first time in five years...
Maan had finally allowed himself to ask the question she hadbeen praying for.
She smiled softly.
"I've believed that every single day."
Maan remained silent for a long moment before continuingupstairs.
Far away, inside a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts ofDelhi...
A man in a black suit stood before several surveillancephotographs spread across a table.
Every photograph showed the same two people.
Maan.
Geet.
A woman entered the room and placed another envelope on thetable.
"They're growing closer."
The man picked up a photograph showing Maan helping Geetafter the accident.
His lips curved into a cold smile.
"I warned them once."
He lit a match.
The flame reflected in his eyes.
"If they insist on finding the truth..."
He dropped the burning match onto another file labeled:
HANDA CASE – CONFIDENTIAL
The paper slowly caught fire.
"...then this time..."
The mysterious man watched the flames spread withoutemotion.
"...one of them won't survive."
End of Chapter 3
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