Reyansh
“Good morning, everyone.
B-Live Aura is an exquisite lifestyle line crafted for individuals who cherish the delicate harmony between their inner well-being and outward expression. This collection seamlessly marries luxury wellness with sophisticated, daily essentials, tailored specifically for the contemporary urban professional.
Aura is guided by a clear and intentional growth strategy, grounded in robust fundamentals and an ambitious vision to expand from metropolitan launches to broader markets, reaching a global e-commerce audience. At its essence, B-Live Aura embodies a singular and powerful belief, a luxury that harmonizes your body, mind, and presence.”
As I conclude my brief speech and transition to the presentation, detailing the foundational financial framework for our new product line, B-Live Aura, I feel a quiet satisfaction surge within me. The focused attention of the staff envelops me, bolstered by the steadfast presence of my teammates beside me.
Being the final speaker at the staff meeting, a flicker of nervousness still lingers within me, but I take solace in the fact that I navigated through my portion with a certain grace. As I wrap up my presentation, the room erupts into applause, andI lower my gaze in modesty before making my way back to my seat, sinking down beside Amyra.
“You were incredible,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear. I glance at her, finding her beaming with pride, the glimmer of admiration shining brightly in her eyes.
“Thank you,” I reply softly, reminding myself to concentrate on the continuing discourse from the remaining B-Live officials.
Yet, my thoughts wander back to the past two weeks, the trials and triumphs we experienced in sculpting this foundational blueprint for B-Live Aura’s launch. The most daunting element wasn’t the tasks themselves but rather gaining alignment within our team, particularly between Karan and me. In the beginning, we struggled to find common ground, each of us subtly vying for Amyra’s favor while a quiet competition simmered beneath the surface. A week later, once we were posted to the B-Live branch, coordination became unavoidable. To curate the launch plan, we learned to tolerate, then work with each other, and Amyra became the catalyst that restored peace during our group discussions.
After gathering a few suggestions and finalizing the preliminary work plan, we informed the branch head and requested a staff meeting to introduce the new product line. And now, here we are.
I must admit, Amyra carried the toughest role among the three of us. She designed the entire product line and named it B-Live Aura, centering it around a philosophy of premium lifestyle blending luxury wellness with elevated fashion essentials. Adaptogenic teas and elixirs, essential oil blends for stress, sleep, and focus, silk sleep accessories, minimalist aromatherapy candles, she shaped it all with clarity and vision.
Though she led the project initially, it was later taken over by Karan and me in our respective domains of strategic partnerships and finance. I’m genuinely impressed by how Amyra volunteered to introduce the product line to the staff, it significantly eased the pressure on both our shoulders. And as much as I dislike admitting it, I can’t ignore Karan’s contribution either. His confidence, determination, and work ethic match ours.
If he weren’t in love with Amyra, we might have been good friends by now, but I know that’s not destined to happen in this lifetime.Friends, my foot!
“I thank the B-Live Aura project team—Ms. Amyra, Mr. Reyansh, and Mr. Karan for presenting such a powerful working plan. I look forward to seeing this project move toward its launch. The meeting ends here. Disperse.” Mr. Raghunath, the branch head, concludes the session. We rise, shake hands with him, and step out of the hall.
“Guys! You were just amazing. I can’t believe I got the golden opportunity to work with two handsome, rising businessmen,” Amyra squeals the moment we’re outside, making both Karan and me break into wide smiles.
“Oh, Amyra, I still think you were the most phenomenal one,” Karan says, and I nod in agreement. It’s true. The effort she pours into her work is unbelievable, equal parts inspiring and admirable. B&T Corp’s marketing and brand strategy division will be in safe hands in the future.
“Exactly, Amyra. If you hadn’t initiated this project, giving it a name and a philosophy, we wouldn’t have stepped in to mark our territories. You’re the pioneer here,” I add, slipping an armaround her shoulder. She tilts her head up to look at me, her smile widening.
“Stop filling my head with praises, or I might turn arrogant,” she chuckles, her gaze flicking between Karan and me. Still, I don’t miss the deep frown settling on his face, his eyes fixed on our proximity.
I’ve decided not to hide my feelings for her anymore, to express them without hesitation. That probably explains how clingy and touchy I’ve become with Amyra lately. Each and every time, Karan’s face burns with obvious jealousy, I don’t care.
“It’s almost lunchtime. Shall we try a local restaurant nearby?” Karan says, tugging her hand and pulling her gently toward his side, forcing her out of my hold.
“Is it?” Amyra breaks free from his grip, much to my relief, and checks her designer wristwatch.
“I’ve already enquired about a nearby place that’s known for its food,” I add, and she pauses, thinking for a moment.
“Alright then. Let’s have a good meal and get back to work,” she agrees. With that, we head to our allotted cabins to drop our belongings before stepping out of the branch together.
“Ouch! It’s raining. Let me call our driver,” I say, pulling my phone out hastily.
“Wait, isn’t that the restaurant you both mentioned?” She points toward a building a few metres away, tucked into the corner of the road.
“Yes,” Karan and I reply in unison.
“It’s just a few steps away, and it’s not really raining but just a drizzle. We’ll be fine.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let me at least grab an umbrella,” Karan insists, but Amyra shakes her head in refusal.
“Aren’t you guys overreacting? I’m leaving.” She steps out of the entrance, her body instantly exposed to the raindrops. I rush after her, lifting my palms to shield her head, only to realise Karan mirrors the same action, his hands brushing against mine.
“Guys, stop being crazy,” she taunts before breaking into a run toward the restaurant, finally rushing inside safely. I shoot Karan a sharp glare before hurrying after her. I reach the restaurant just as she does, with Karan following close behind.
