The morning felt different for Nayshita.
She woke up earlier than usual.
Today was not just another day at work.
Today was the day she would represent Singhania Designs in front of the Mehra Group.
The company was not new.
The Singhania name had existed in the interior design industry for years.
Luxury homes.
Premium spaces.
Corporate projects.
Their designs had built a reputation.
But today was different.
Because for the first time, Nayshita would be leading a project of this scale independently.
This was not just a presentation.
It was a responsibility.
She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting herself one last time.
There was a little nervousness.
Not fear.
A sense of importance.
She knew the questions would come.
She knew people would judge her because of her age and because this was her first major project as the person leading it.
And she was ready.
At breakfast, her father noticed her quietness.
“Thinking about the meeting?”
Nayshita smiled.
“A little.”
Rahul looked at her.
“Only a little?”
She laughed.
“You are making it sound like I am going for an exam.”
Rahul smiled.
“For you, it is.”
Her father added,
“Remember, the Singhania name already has respect.
Today you just have to prove that you can carry it forward.”
Nayshita nodded.
Those words mattered.
At the Singhania studio, the final preparations were happening.
The team was checking every detail.
The presentation.
The drawings.
The material selection.
The budget estimates.
The execution timeline.
Nayshita went through everything carefully.
She knew the Mehra Group would not only look at beauty.
They would look at practicality.
A hotel was not just a building.
It was a business.
Every corner had to work.
Meanwhile, at the Mehra Group headquarters…
Vishesh had already started his day.
Meetings.
Calls.
Decisions.
The usual routine.
Aditya entered his cabin with the schedule.
“Four companies shortlisted for the hotel interior project.”
Vishesh looked at the file.
“The main meeting?”
“After lunch.”
Aditya continued.
“Both Mr.
and Mrs.
Mehra will be attending.”
Vishesh nodded.
The hotel project was important.
Every detail mattered.
The conference room was prepared.
and Mrs.
Mehra sat with Vishesh and Aditya.
The first few companies presented their ideas.
Experienced firms.
Strong portfolios.
Good proposals.
But the final presentation was the one everyone was waiting for.
“Singhania Designs.”
Nayshita entered with her father and Rahul.
Vishesh looked up briefly.
For a second, something felt familiar.
But before he could think about it, the presentation began.
The screen displayed the hotel concept.
The design was elegant.
Modern.
Luxurious, but not excessive.
Nayshita explained calmly.
“Our idea is to create a space that does not only look premium, but feels premium.”
She continued.
“A guest should not remember only the design.
They should remember the experience.”
The presentation moved into technical details.
Vishesh studied the plans carefully.
After a few minutes, he asked:
“The lobby design has a very open structure.”
Nayshita looked towards him.
“Yes.”
“Visually it works well.”
He pointed towards the layout.
“But hotels have peak hours.
Large open spaces often create problems with movement.
How have you planned guest flow and service movement?”
It was not a simple question.
It was exactly the kind of thing that could decide a project.
Nayshita looked at the plan.
“We have created separate movement paths.”
She explained.
“The guest arrival, waiting zones, and service areas will not interfere with each other.”
She pointed at the design.
“The space looks open, but the planning behind it controls movement.”
Vishesh listened carefully.
“Many designers focus on appearance.”
He looked at her.
“But business properties need functionality.”
Nayshita replied:
“A good design is not something that only looks beautiful.
It should work beautifully.”
For the first time, Vishesh looked at her with interest.
Then Mrs.
Mehra spoke.
“The Singhania name is trusted.”
Nayshita looked at her.
“But this is your first major independent project.”
The room became quiet.
“You are talented.
Your ideas are strong.”
A pause.
“But a project of this size requires experience in handling pressure, decisions, and unexpected situations.”
She looked directly at Nayshita.
“Why should we trust you with this responsibility?”
Nayshita remained calm.
She understood the question.
It was not personal.
It was business.
“I understand your concern.”
She replied.
“Singhania Designs has years of experience behind it.”
She continued.
“And I have spent years learning from that experience.”
A pause.
“But every project needs someone who takes ownership.”
Mehra.
“I am not asking you to trust me because I am young.”
Her voice became firm.
“I am asking you to trust the preparation behind me.”
Mrs.
Mehra watched her carefully.
“And if something goes wrong?”
Nayshita answered without hesitation.
“Then I will take responsibility.”
The room became silent.
Not because the answer was dramatic.
Because it was honest.
The meeting continued.
Budget.
Execution.
Timeline.
Materials.
Approvals.
Every detail was questioned.
And every answer was discussed.
By the end, no final decision was announced.
But Singhania Designs had left an impression.
After everyone left, Vishesh remained in the conference room.
Aditya gathered the files.
“You were quiet today.”
Vishesh looked at the presentation file.
“Nayshita Singhania.”
He said her name slowly.
Aditya looked at him.
“What?”
Vishesh looked confused.
“I have seen her somewhere.”
Aditya smiled slightly.
“Who?”
“The girl from today’s presentation.”
Aditya raised his eyebrows.
“You remember a girl?”
Vishesh gave him a cold look.
“Shut up, Adi.”
Aditya laughed.
“After so many years, finally someone managed to stay in your memory.”
Vishesh ignored him.
“Her name?”
Aditya looked at the file.
“Nayshita Singhania.”
Vishesh was silent.
Then the memory returned.
The rain.
The empty road.
The broken car.
The girl standing alone.
The same voice.
The same confidence.
“Yeah.”
He looked at Aditya.
“She is the one from yesterday.”
Aditya frowned.
“Yesterday?”
Vishesh looked away.
“The rain.”
Aditya stared at him.
“What rain?”
Vishesh realized.
Aditya knew nothing.
He had never told anyone.
Not even him.
And for the first time in a long time…
Something from his personal life had crossed into his professional world.