In a old-fashioned coffee shop, the aroma of freshly made coffee hung in the air as fate masterminded an unexpected collision. Vihanaa, a spirited young woman, and Ayaan, a diligent professional, found their worlds colliding when Vihanaa accidentall...
Ayaan(Flashback to chapter 1 when Vihanaa went to return the files and Id Card."
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Upon entering the waiting room, I noticed Vihanaa Arora fixed her gaze on me. Slowly, I took in her features. The beauty that had been obscured by the chaos of spilled coffee and disarrayed files during our initial encounter now blossomed in full view. In the midst of frustration and mess, I had failed to acknowledge the glamour she possessed.
Vihanaa possesses an graceful beauty that effortlessly captivates those around her. Her features are delicately sculpted, and her eyes hold a depth that reflects both grace and mystery. Her presence radiates an undeniable charm, making her truly enchanting.
I wasn't one to examine women carefully or define their beauty; I maintained a distance from such matters. Mom told me that in childhood, i used to cry even when a girl sit beside me. Yet, there was an unspoken magnetism within her, a pull that intrigued and attracted me against my usual demeanor.
Her persistent gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but smirk, clearing my throat to disrupt the silent exchange. It seemed to jolt her back to reality, her expression shifting to one of embarrassment. The unexpected glamour she released left me struggling with a realization that defied my usual indifference to such matters.
Navigating social interactions, especially with women, isn't my speciality. In the grand strategy of our renowned company, I've earned a reputation as the cold and reserved man. Offering her a seat or a drink didn't cross my mind – she wasn't here for entertainment.
Despite the chaos surrounding us, an unexplainable desire lingered for her to stay a bit longer. She became an unexpected attraction, one I assumed I'd forget once she left. To my surprise, that assumption proved to be far from the truth.
A month had passed since her appearance in the company. Usually, work was my sole focus, immune to distractions. Yet, she managed to disrupt that equilibrium, a sign that didn't bode well.
She lingered in my thoughts, prompting me to delve into a habit I rarely entertained – stalking. Not wanting to be perceived as an obsessive presence, I enlisted the help of a friend skilled in such matters to discreetly gather some details.
What I discovered painted a partial picture. She is a lawyer who had recently relocated to Mumbai due to some circumstances.
She was the daughter of the Sharmas. A memory resurfaced: I had invested in one of their projects.
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Despite my initial expectations, three months had passed, and the idea that I would forget about her proved to be wishful thinking. Unconsciously, I found myself wandering around her office, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
In the web of emotions that seemed to entangle me, I found myself lost in her presence. Despite my efforts to conceal my presence when I ventured near her office, the challenge of hiding my feelings became a subtle dance between avoidance and the undeniable pull she had on me.
