~♡Life_I_Chose_It♡~
The café was quiet, wrapped in soft lights and low music. Two cups of coffee rested on the table between a man and a woman.
The man kept looking at her—curious, calculating, hopeful.
The woman sat with calm confidence, her posture relaxed yet commanding. She didn’t fidget. She didn’t avoid his gaze. She knew exactly who she was.
After a long silence, she finally spoke.
“I want to make one thing clear,” she said calmly.
“I don’t want to marry you. I’m here only because my mother insisted. I hope you understand.”
The man smiled faintly, as if he had expected this.
“Yes… Aunty did mention that you’re not ready for marriage,” he replied.
“But I believe sometimes we should give people a chance. Trust me once. Who knows—maybe you’ll find the love you’ve been missing.”
Her lips curved slightly—not in amusement but restraint.
“You’re not understanding,” she said firmly.
“I don’t want marriage. I’m happy with my life. I don’t need a man to complete me. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.”
He nodded, impressed but unconvinced.
“I understand,” he said.
“You’re the owner of a successful event management company. Independent. Powerful. You don’t need anyone. But eventually, every human being needs a partner.”
Anahita leaned back, studying him for a moment.
Then she spoke again.
“Alright,” she said evenly.
“I’ll consider marriage—but only after I tell you the truth about myself. After that, the decision will be yours.”
His confidence didn’t waver.
“Fair enough,” he said.
“Everyone has a past. I’m not narrow-minded. Your past doesn’t bother me.”
She took a deep breath.
“I have a son,” she said.
“He’s five years old. His name is Akshit. You must know—my mother would’ve told you.”
Her eyes hardened.
“I can’t live without him. If you’re willing to accept my son, then we can think about marriage.”
She looked straight at him.
His expression changed.
Slowly.
Ugly.
A strange smile appeared on her face instead—not nervous, not scared, but sharp. She already knew the answer.
After a long pause, he spoke.
“Your mother didn’t tell me you have a child,” he said.
“Are you divorced?”
Then, firmly,
“I can’t marry a woman who already has a child. You understand, right?”
Her voice remained calm—but her eyes darkened.
“A few minutes ago,” she said coldly,
“you told me my past doesn’t matter. So what changed now?”
He straightened, defensive.
“I admit you’re a successful businesswoman,” he said.
“But marriage isn’t just about success. I want a woman with a clean character. No one even knows who your son’s father is. How can I give my name to a child like that?”
That was it.
Anahita stood up.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor.
He stood too, trying to hold his ground.
A tight slap land on his cheeks.
Sharp.
Loud.
Every head in the café turned.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t shake.
Her voice was ice.
“My name is Anahita Sharma,” she said.
“And my son’s name is Akshit Sharma.”
She stepped closer.
“I will not tolerate anyone speaking against my child.”
Her eyes burned with fury.
“You don’t have the worth to be my son’s father.”
She paused—then delivered the final blow.
“If you ever dare to say a single word against my child again, I will drag you and your entire family onto the streets.”
She looked him up and down with disgust.
“You don’t even deserve to stand in front of me. Now get lost.”
He didn’t argue.
He ran.
Anahita calmly finished her coffee and walked out.
At the Office
The moment she entered, the entire office froze.
No one dared to greet her.
She walked straight into her cabin.
Only after the door closed did whispers begin.
“Ma’am’s mood looks terrible.”
“Who will inform her about the meeting?”
“Arohi ma’am isn’t even here today.”
Just then, the office door opened.
Arohi walked in.
“Why do you all look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she asked casually.
“Boss angry again?”
Everyone nodded desperately.
“Please inform Anahita ma’am about the postponed meeting,” someone begged.
Arohi thought for a second.
“Mr. Kapoor’s son’s wedding meeting?”
They nodded.
She sighed dramatically.
“You people are sending me to my death,” she said.
Then smirked.
“Fine. But you all owe me cake. The w
hole
month. Best bakery.”
Deal accepted instantly.
Anahita’s Cabin
Arohi entered with a grin.
“So, madam,” she teased.
“How was the date?”
A flower vase flew toward her.
“You suggested the blind date to my mother,” Anahita snapped.
“I won’t spare you.”
Arohi dodged it.
“I was just trying to reduce aunty’s stress! She worries about you—”
A pen stand followed.
“Are you crazy?” Arohi shouted.
“Do you want me dead? You don’t want to marry—I do! Don’t show me the path to heaven so early!”
Anahita placed the pen stand back.
Arohi sat down across from her, staring.
Outside, employees held their breath.
“Why are you staring like that?” Anahita asked irritably.
“You’re beautiful. Powerful,” Arohi said softly.
“Did you never love anyone? Did no man ever matter?”
“Miss Arohi Rajput,” Anahita said without looking up,
“please remember you’re an employee here.”
“That’s the tragedy,” Arohi muttered.
“Thought I’d rule the company. Instead, you turned me into a work mule.”
Anahita glanced at her.
“Weren’t you on leave today?”
“My mood was bad,” Arohi said.
“Office felt better than overthinking.”
“So Uncle threw you out again,” Anahita said dryly.
Arohi stared.
“How do you know?”
“He called,” Anahita smiled slightly.
“Asked me to control his reckless daughter before she gives him a heart attack.”
Arohi sighed, then turned serious.
She narrated the incident—the harassment, the fight, the arrest.
Anahita laughed softly.
“That’s why Uncle was furious,” she said.
After a moment of silence, Arohi spoke again.
“Why don’t you listen to Aunty? Get married. How long will you stay alone?”
Anahita stopped working.
She looked up.
Smiled calmly.
“Who said I’m alone?”
“I have my son.”
Her voice was steady.
“And this life—I chose it.”
“I’m happy with the life I chose.”
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