" 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆."
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She was the angelic presence that graced the world with her kind...
Seeing someone else looking at you, My heart burns, I feel a sense of protectiveness, But I don't want to feel this way, Yet, I'm slowly going crazy for you.
Someone tell me what has happened to me? What has changed that I can't see? Whenever I see you, I lose my breath, My lifeless eyes turn lively at your sight.
I shout at you and make you cry, But deep down, I feel bad, I don't know why, This has never happened to me before, But what has changed now, I can't ignore.
Your soothing voice sends me to paradise, I never thought I'd feel this way in my life, My numb heart started feeling its beat, What has changed, I'm on my feet.
But I don't want to feel anything for you, But still, I'm slowly becoming crazy for you, Someone tell me what has changed, What has changed that I can't arrange.
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"What the hell is this! Why I'm giving you all salaries for this shit." He roared to his employees, who failed to give a proper presentation to him .
"I'm giving you all time till evening to make the best presentation or else get ready to submit your resignation letter. " He shouted again, they all bowed in front of him and nodded their heads.
As he heard a knock on the door, a figure entered the room.
"Is it a fucking illusion ?? " he wondered .
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Standing in front of him was his doll i mean his assistant, radiating with elegance. He had seen her in traditional clothes before, and she looked divine in them. The traditional attire surely enhanced her beauty and sophistication.
However, in her current western dress, she was a vision that could make any man kneel before her with just a single smoky glance. She exuded a level of hotness and sexiness that was beyond comprehension, making her a beautiful minx.
He found himself gawking at her like a hawk, taking in her stunning physique.
While Jiya felt anxious as unfamiliar men cast glances her way , her grip around the coffee cup grew tighter, her fingers trembling slightly.
She couldn't help but feel self-conscious, questioning herself "is my dress is appropriate or are my hair neatly styled??"
She darted her gaze around, avoiding the unwanted attention while taking in the surroundings of the office.
Yesterday, fear had kept her from fully observing the luxurious space, but now she saw the marble desk strewn with papers and supplies, the walls painted in deep charcoal grey, exuding a dramatic and mysterious ambiance. The cupboards were packed with numerous files and documents, and a large L-shaped custom made sofa made from rich, dark leather sat at the center of the room, which can comfortably seat half a dozen people.
