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Vivaan was punching the boxing bag that's hung in the balcony, while morning sun rays hit his sweaty body.
He was punching it aggressively, that might burst the bag any moment. He was disturbed. He missed his family terribly.
If he was in the mansion now, he would be witnessing their parents bickering.
His dad would be making his mom laugh by telling some funny stories. They are the couple worth watching.
He always wanted to be like his dad, the way he treats his mom, if he ever loves anyone.
His sister would be nagging him to take her to shopping, then he would irritate her that make her chase him around the hall.
The mornings will be lively there. Full of joy. He missed them. But he was angry too. He was angry that they brought Bittu into the argument.
They knew it was a sensitive topic for him and yet they did it. He was angry and in a way blame them for Bittu's accident.
His train of thoughts were disturbed by someone's voice.
He heard someone singing. She has an angelic voice. Her voice soothed his anguished mind.
Surprised by the effect that voice had on him, he got curious to know, to whom that voice belonged to. Cautiously he moved to the end of the balcony and peeked to the neighbour's.
There was a woman watering the plants singing some song. She was turned to the other side, he couldn't see her face.
She has a long hair, that's sliding to the sides with her posture.
Her tone changes everytime hair falls to the front, slightly irritated by the disturbance caused by it. 
She would flip them back by moving her shoulders and go back to the original tune she was singing before.
Unknowingly his lips curled upwards into a small smile. He felt peaceful seeing her, her voice soothing his heart.
She turned around making his breath stop. 
She is breathtakingly beautiful. Sunrays hit her face causing a honey coloured tint on her fair skin.
Her face is a canvas of delicate features. Her natural pink lips, moved gracefully as she sang and hummed. 
She scrunched her nose, a perfect long nose, when a strand of hair fell on it. She stopped singing and blew the hair out of her face, lips tipping up into a beautiful smile that brightened the already bright morning.
Her long midnight black hair like a dark river of silk, framed her face, few strands moving delicately to the slow breeze as if they were whispering secrets.
Then she looked at him. Her eyes, dark pools of black were so mesmerizing, anyone can get lost in them.
"Hi!" He said with a small smile unable to control himself.
"Hi good morning!" She replied surprised by his presence.
She didn't know someone was there. Or she would have kept her mouth shut.
She believed she sings terribly. But if only she knew how lovely her singing is!
She looked at him, momentarily transfixed in her position. He looked handsome. Manly would be a perfect word.
He has a well maintained body, chiseled chest, hard biceps, tall stature.
His vest was drenched in sweat, a towel wrapped around his neck, wiping the sweat from his face.
His face! He looked like a model. Dark eyes, disheveled hair, sweaty forehead. A 5 o clock beard decorated his sharp jaws.
"It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?" She asked coming out of her trance.
"Mm-hmm." He hummed. 
Indeed. It became beautiful after seeing you. He thought.
"You new here?" He asked not wanting to stop the conversation.
"Yea. Moved in a day back." She said and resumed her watering.
She didn't sing after that. May be felt shy. But he wanted to listen to her sing or atleast hum.
He waited for a few more minutes. When she didn't seem to mind him, he felt dismissed.
He walked back into the bedroom and soon he heard her faint singing.
She resumed her song when she noticed she was alone.
He felt an unfamiliar distrubance in him, when he thought she was not free around him.
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Vivaan heard a familiar voice when he reached his cabin. His heart raced with anticipation as he opened the door.
It's her! His neighbour. She was talking to one of the seniors in his cabin.
He was thrilled seeing her there.
But he didn't let it show on his face.
He just arched his eyebrow looking at her. 
But she, she smiled a full blown smile, feeling happy to see a familiar face, though they didn't spend more time.
"Hi! Nice to see you again." She said smiling.
"You two knew each other?" His senior asked, looking at them.
Vivaan's face remained expressionless as he took his seat.
"She is my neighbour." He said not breaking the eye contact.
He felt attracted to her, not in the way he will be attracted to his one night stands.
It is different. He wanted to spend time with her, talk to her, listen to her sing, just be in her presence. These new feelings intrigued him.
"Ho! That's even better." He said clapping his hands.
"Vivaan, she is our new designer Nivedita and he is your project manager Vivaan." He said introducing them to eachother.
A slight blush started to form on her face with Vivaan's piercing gaze.
Not breaking the eye contact he stood up and offered his hand for a handshake.
Her hand was engulfed in his big warm one, causing tingling feelings in her. She never felt that way with anyone.
Considering her nature of work, she knew quite a lot of men. But never she felt like this in anyone's presence.
His presence gave her some solace. A feeling of home, which she didn't feel in her life as she grew up in an orphanage.
It's not better for Vivaan too. If it was left to him he would hold her hand all day.
He felt peaceful in her presence.
"She is here to work on the Mishra's project. She just got transferred from the head branch to handle the project." Their senior said unknown of the thick tension settled between them.
It's a prestigious project for the company, since Mishra's one of the richest in the country. They are to design and build their dream house.
Nivi is the best designers in the country and the Mishras demanded that she work for them.
"Welcome to the team." He said with a small smile, leaving her hand.
After that they all got busy with work. By the time Vivaan finished his work Nivi already left, much to his disappointment.
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