"You tell me, Miss Anshika… what kind of person I am."
Om said as he stepped inside the office.
Anshika froze.
Her fear spiked instantly.
Her hands trembled slightly.
"N-No… Om, I didn't mean anything like that… I was just—"
She struggled to speak.
Before she could finish—
Supriya quickly jumped in, putting on an innocent face.
"Mr. Om, I didn't say anything wrong."
"Enough, Miss Supriya. You too—stop."
Om cut them both off sharply.
The tone in his voice—
It wasn't loud.
But it was firm.
And for the first time—
All three of them felt it.
Seema, Supriya, and Anshika—
All went silent.
"You're not kids anymore,"
Om continued, clearly irritated.
"Try to act a little mature… please."
He looked at both of them.
"I don't have time for anyone's feelings right now. And I'm not here for all this."
His voice stayed controlled—
But the frustration was clear.
"My life has just started getting back on track… after a lot of struggle."
A pause.
"So please… just leave me alone."
That hit.
Hard.
"You come here like this… during my work… and create all this drama. Do you really think I'll get impressed by this?"
No one answered.
"Please stop all this. Let me focus on my work."
Then, calmly—
"I only see you as good friends. Nothing more. And I'm not thinking about anything beyond that."
Silence filled the room.
Now Supriya knew—
There was no point hiding anything anymore.
So she said it directly.
"But Mr. Om… I really like you."
"Please, Miss Supriya,"
Om interrupted her midway.
"For me, you're just a good friend right now. And if you keep insisting like this… I don't think we'll even be able to stay friends."
That landed like a slap.
"So don't make things difficult. And please… you may leave now."
Supriya stood there—
Shocked.
Hurt.
And angry.
Without saying another word—
She turned and walked out immediately.
Om then turned toward Anshika.
"And Seema already told me… what's in your heart."
Anshika's eyes widened.
She instinctively looked at Seema—
Who stood there, quiet and guilty.
"You feel whatever you feel… it doesn't matter to me right now,"
Om said calmly.
"Not because of the past… but because right now, those things don't hold any value for me."
That hurt more than anger would have.
"I don't want any distractions. I have work to do."
He took a breath.
"And don't worry… I've already forgiven you for the past."
Anshika's eyes softened slightly—
But before she could feel relief—
"I just don't want you to misunderstand anything. Please let me build my career."
His voice turned more real now.
"I don't have inherited wealth to fall back on. So you should understand what I need to focus on right now."
Another pause.
"So please… don't disturb me like this again."
Then simply—
"You can leave now."
That was it.
No shouting.
No drama.
Just—
Clear distance.
Seema and Anshika didn't say a word.
They quietly turned—
And walked out.
Outside—
They got into the car.
No conversation.
No eye contact.
Just silence.
Heavy silence.
Their faces said everything.
They were both shaken—
And deeply hurt.
From inside the clinic—
Om stood by the window.
Watching them leave.
His face—
Still unreadable.
No emotion.
No regret.
Nothing.
Supriya had already left earlier.
On the Road
Seema was driving.
Anshika sat beside her—
Silent.
Lost.
Seema kept glancing at her again and again.
But Anshika didn't react.
"Anshu… just forget it, yaar,"
Seema finally said softly.
"He was working… and we were the ones who disturbed him. Of course he'd get angry."
No response.
"And… he's not wrong either,"
she continued.
"His background isn't like ours. We both know what he's been through… what his condition used to be."
The moment Seema said that—
A tear rolled down Anshika's cheek.
Then another.
Seema noticed immediately.
She pulled the car over to the side.
"Hey… Anshu, what happened? Don't cry like this…"
She leaned closer.
"It's his choice too… right?"
That was enough.
Anshika broke down.
Seema pulled her into a hug—
And she cried against her shoulder.
Meanwhile… Supriya
Supriya was driving too.
Her face filled with anger.
"What does he even have that he acts so superior?"
she muttered to herself.
"He rejected me? Supriya?"
Her grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"So what if he looks good? He thinks he can show me attitude? I can trap guys like him in seconds…"
She kept ranting—
Angry.
Ego hurt.
But slowly—
Her anger started fading.
Her expression softened.
"…But maybe it was my fault too."
She exhaled.
"I disturbed him during work. He wasn't wrong… he was just doing his job."
A pause.
"And he's helped us so much too…"
Her tone changed completely now.
"I should apologize to him."
A small smile appeared.
"Yeah… I'll do something nice for him. That's better."
And with that—
She pressed the accelerator.
Her mood—
Shifted.
Back at the Clinic
Om had returned to work.
Trying to focus again.
But suddenly—
He heard noise from outside.
At first, he ignored it.
But within seconds—
The voices grew louder.
Clearer.
Someone was shouting.
Now he couldn't ignore it.
"What the hell is that noise?"
He muttered to himself.
Stepping out of his office—
He walked toward the sound.
Out of the clinic.
And as he moved closer—
The shouting became clearer.
Someone was yelling—
Loudly.
Something was wrong.