"Beautiful..." he muttered under his breath, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

For a moment, he stood there, conflicted by the encounter. He had come to New York to deal with business, yet here he was, distracted by a stranger who had just challenged him in a way no one had before. Shaking off the odd feeling, Vivaan got back into his car, his mind still lingering on the encounter as he drove towards his father's company.