The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but Vivaan had no interest in waking up. He buried his face into the pillow, mumbling half-dreamy cricket commentary to himself.
"Six runs… crowd's cheering… Vivaan the champ…"
The next sound was Reyansh's steady voice. "Champ, if you don't wake up now, you'll be the late champ."
Vivaan groaned. "Five minutes, Bhaiya. Just five. Umpire gave extra time."
Reyansh sighed, pulled the blanket away, and gave him a sharp clap on the shoulder. "Umpire Reyansh says out."
Half-asleep Vivaan sat up, hair sticking in every direction like he'd just survived an electric shock. "Bhaiya, you don't know… I was just about to win World Cup in my dream!"
Reyansh raised an eyebrow. "World Cup later. College first."
What followed was a mix of humor and chaos—Vivaan trying to brush his teeth with his eyes half-closed, nearly wearing his T-shirt inside out, and forgetting his socks. Reyansh, already dressed in his crisp black suit, stood by with a bag in one hand and Vivaan's tie in the other.
"Come here," Reyansh ordered, tying the knot perfectly around Vivaan's neck.
"Arrey, Bhaiya, I'm not a corporate monkey like you. Why this noose around my neck?" Vivaan whined, pulling at the tie.
Reyansh tightened it just a little more, smirking. "Because rules are rules. Now stop moving."
Finally, breakfast. As always, the table turned into a mini boxing ring.
Vivaan stabbed his paratha dramatically. "See this? This is my energy booster. Better than your boring coffee."
Reyansh calmly sipped his coffee. "Coffee fuels leaders. Paratha fuels troublemakers."
"Then no wonder you're cold all the time," Vivaan shot back, grinning.
Reyansh just gave him the look. Vivaan shut up and quietly chewed, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.
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By the time they left home, Reyansh was already on calls. He juggled one phone on his ear while checking emails on another device, his tone clipped and professional. In the backseat, Vivaan hummed songs off-key until Reyansh finally muttered, "You're more exhausting than three board meetings."
Vivaan beamed. "Thanks, Bhaiya. That's the best compliment ever."
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At the office, the warmth drained instantly. Reyansh's assistant—who was also his closest friend—was absent today. Without that buffer, his demeanor turned icy. The staff quickly noticed the difference.
In the conference room, Reyansh led the meeting with unwavering authority. His voice was calm, precise, and cutting. Every eye was fixed on him, not daring to blink.
When a junior manager fumbled while presenting quarterly figures, Reyansh's gaze froze him in place.
"Numbers don't lie. But clearly, someone here didn't even check them before standing in front of me," Reyansh said sharply.
The room went dead silent. The unlucky employee stammered an apology, but Reyansh cut him off with a single line: "Apologies don't correct mistakes. Accuracy does. Fix it."
His cold presence was undeniable—calm yet terrifying. Every staff member straightened, notebooks open, pens ready. Under Reyansh's leadership, there was no space for excuses.
The same man who tied his brother's tie with patient hands now sat like an unshakable figure of command, reminding everyone why he was the CEO.
Author's Note :
Thank you so much for reading this chapter! 🌸 I really enjoyed writing the mix of Reyansh and Vivaan's worlds—their funny, bickering mornings at home and then the sudden shift into Reyansh's cold and commanding office side. It's such a fun contrast: one moment Vivaan is whining about his tie, and the next Reyansh is scolding employees with that icy CEO tone. 😅
I hope you liked this blend of humor, warmth, and seriousness. If you enjoyed the chapter, please don't forget to like, comment, and share your thoughts—your support really motivates me to write more! 💕 Every reaction means a lot, and I'd love to know what part made you smile the most: Vivaan's sleepy comedy or Reyansh's no-nonsense office attitude.
Stay tuned for the next chapter—it's only going to get more interesting from here! ✨