Chapter 5: The Live Show and Old Wounds

When I got back, my head was still spinning.

As soon as I walked in, Amit Bhaiya grabbed me: “Are you okay, Rohit?”

I rubbed my aching stomach and whispered, “Sorry, Bhaiya, I had stomach surgery before, I can’t really drink.”

He frowned, about to say something, when his gaze landed on the gilded business card in my hand. His eyes widened in disbelief: “Is that President Priya’s personal card?”

I nodded, recalling the scene just now. That was the legendary business card worth its weight in gold, granting direct contact with her.

But I felt uneasy—no reward comes without reason. I looked up warily, still disguising my voice:

“Why would President Priya give such a precious opportunity to an unknown little reporter like me?”

She slightly curled her lips: “Maybe... I just find you pleasing to the eye.”

That was indeed a very Priya reason.

The two years I took care of her, as I got to know Priya better, she would show me some unruly little tempers. For example... at certain moments.

I gritted my teeth, muffled my voice, grabbed her hair: “...You can’t see, don’t move around.”

Under the dim light, the girl slightly lifted her head. Soft bangs brushed over her unfocused eyes. She licked her lips, pressed her fingers against my neck, and gently pressed down. She whispered: “Other places are fine. So, you have to make your voice louder. Let me hear it.”

......

I snapped back to reality and made up an excuse to deal with Amit Bhaiya.

The next day at the company, the boss called me over. He said kindly, “Rohit, there’s a popular emotional live reality show—get ready, you’ll go as a special observer for the recording.”

But when I started work, I found out the next episode’s guests were Arjun and Priya.

After that interview, their engagement news was all over the trending searches. As pre-show publicity, the comment section was filled with excited fans:

“They went through tough times together, now meet at the top—what a beautiful love story.”

“I heard the Arora family’s company was on the brink, but with Mehra Group’s strong support, it’s revived.”

“Power couple—if you don’t ship them, you’re not human.”

I skimmed through quickly and closed the comments.

The host, Ritu from the channel, was checking the script while chatting with me:

“If we can dig up some details about those two years between President Priya and her fiancé, the show will be a hit.”

...I gripped my pen tightly and answered softly. I knew every detail of those two years better than anyone. But I couldn’t say a word.

The weight of my silence pressed heavy against my chest, like the heat before a monsoon downpour. In India, secrets aren’t just kept—they’re guarded like family silver, and sometimes they burn.