𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑸 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑭𝑰𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑨

Closer

"Mr. Roy," Nisha mumbled as Zayn twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, lost in his own world.

"Mr. Roy nahi, Sona. Zayn bolo," he corrected with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, waving a hand in front of his face. "ZAYN!" she screamed, snapping him out of his trance.

The silence shattered.

Pam, munching on her snacks, glanced at Reyansh—only to catch him red-handed, sneaking food from her plate. The moment their eyes met, he bolted at full speed.

"Oi, Reyansh ke bache, ruk!" Pam yelled, chasing after him like a kid.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a girl walked past Dhruv, oblivious to the chaos.

Zayn, unfazed, pulled out a bouquet of lotuses and extended it to Nisha.

"Yeh tumhare liye," he said, watching her reaction carefully.

Nisha's brows furrowed. "What happened? Tum theek ho? Tumhe yeh pasand nahi aaya?" he bombarded her with questions.

She scoffed. "Nahi, yeh toh achi hai. But app yeh bolo—app mujhe stalk kar rahe ho?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Zayn smirked, completely unbothered. "Of course."

Her mouth fell open. "What the hell?!" She slapped his arm, scandalized.

Chuckling, he turned on his heel and strode toward his cabin.

"Sona," he called over his shoulder.

She followed, quick on her feet. "So, not fine," she muttered, fists resting on her waist in annoyance.

Zayn smirked at his little angry bird. "Relax, I'm not invading your personal space. I've just ordered my men to keep an eye on you while you're outside."

She huffed, rubbing her cheek after he pinched it. "Protect me from whom?"

Zayn leaned casually against his desk. "Whoever tries to harm you."

She frowned. "Who would even mess with me?"

He shook his head.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zayn Roy. Nobody can harm me. Koi agar mujhe tang kare, unko toh mein char laat maar deti hoon," she declared proudly, flexing her arms.

Zayn chuckled, amused.

"But—"

"Darna toh usse chahiye," she cut him off. "Desi ghee khayi hai maine!"

Zayn stared at her in disbelief before laughing. "Seriously?"

She nodded with a smug expression.

"Still, I'm sending guards," he said, taking his seat.

Nisha rolled her eyes and placed a file on his desk. "Anyways, today's schedule."

Zayn barely glanced at the file. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand, gazing at her.

She noticed and frowned. "Kya hua?"

"Aaj kaam karne ka man nahi."

He got up, walking towards her in that effortless, model-like way of his. How does this man look so breathtaking even while doing the bare minimum? Nisha's heart throbbed as he got closer, and she stood like a statue, unable to tear her eyes away.