MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

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One month later, on that fateful day, Avantika left the office without a word to anyone. Aadish, felt a knot of tension twist in his stomach as he worried for her safety. Hours dragged by in anxious anticipation until finally, news reached him that she was safe and sound in her room. Relief flooded through him, dispelling the earlier anxiety that had gripped his thoughts.

In the quiet corridors of the office, a subtle tension hung in the air, almost palpable. Avantika, punctual as always, arrived at Aadish's cabin precisely on time, a routine she had maintained diligently for the past month. It was a choreographed dance of professionalism: she would perform her tasks, seek Armaan's guidance when needed, and then depart for her flat without a word.Meanwhile, Aadish observed her every move from his vantage point within the cabin. Despite his keen interest, he maintained a stoic silence, never uttering a single word to her nor receiving any in return. The absence of even a simple exchange weighed heavily on Aadish's mind, stirring restlessness and a growing sense of unease. His thoughts wandered into darker territories, fearing the possibility of losing her someday if their dynamic remained unchanged.Today, however, something shifted imperceptibly. Anticipating Avantika's arrival, Aadish found himself at his desk earlier than usual, a rarity in his meticulously controlled domain. To his surprise, he discovered his cabin already in impeccable order, a reflection of Avantika's conscientiousness. This small act spoke volumes, subtly intertwining their routines in a way that stirred emotions Aadish had long suppressed.

As today dawned, Avantika found herself already in the presence of Aadish. She greeted him with a morning wish before immersing herself in her tasks.Gone were the familiar sofa and table; instead, there stood a modest desk and chair. The desk appeared diminutive beside Aadish, whose stature seemed to dwarf it. Yet, only Aadish understood the lavish cost he had incurred to ensure Avantika's comfort surpassed even that of his own workplace.

At lunchtime, Avantika went to the cafeteria because she lived alone and hadn't had time to make her own food.

When she returned to her cabin after lunch, nobody else was there. She sat down, opened her laptop, and started working.

Aadish, who was very protective of Avantika, hadn't let anyone into his cabin for a whole month except Om, Rudra, and Armaan. But today, he came in and asked politely, "Miss Avantika, please come here," while rolling up his sleeves.

Avantika looked at him and felt a bit annoyed. He usually spoke in a commanding tone without using words like "please" or "sorry," especially when talking to her. His sudden change in attitude made her nervous. She had been hiding her feelings for the past month, remembering a difficult incident from two years ago.

In the depths of her turmoil, Avantika found herself grappling with emotions she had long kept concealed. Each passing moment seemed to weigh heavier on her heart, a heart that had unwittingly made space for someone she dared not acknowledge. The pain she endured was silent yet profound, echoing through the solitude she sought to preserve.Her conflicted desires mirrored a turbulent sea, where the waves of longing and fear crashed relentlessly against her resolve. To lose either Aadish or the security of her job felt like risking a precarious balance she had fought hard to maintain. In her turmoil, she craved both distance from Aadish and the impossible closeness she yearned to deny.