CEO of My Heart

|Chapter 08|

The night draped the city in a blanket of stillness, yet within the confines of Tara's office, the air crackled with an unspoken tension. Agastya, her effervescent employee, breezed into her workspace, his irrepressible grin lighting up the room.

"Hey there, boss lady! Burning the midnight oil again?" Agastya's voice danced through the silence, a playful melody in the darkness.

Tara's fingers paused their dance across the keyboard, her eyes lifting from the glowing screen to meet Agastya's gaze. Despite her best efforts to maintain her stoic facade, a flicker of warmth softened her features at his arrival. "Agastya, I've told you before, you don't need to stay this late. Go home, get some rest."

Agastya, undeterred by her admonition, sauntered over to the chair opposite Tara's desk and plopped down with the casual grace of someone who felt right at home. "Come on, Tara! What's work without a little company? Plus, I'm practically nocturnal anyway."

Tara's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile threatening to betray her usual air of seriousness. Despite her reservations, there was something undeniably endearing about Agastya's unwavering cheerfulness.

As the night unfurled its dark wings, their conversation meandered from work-related matters to the deeper recesses of their personal lives. Agastya, ever the open book, regaled Tara with tales of his past, recounting the trials and tribulations of his school years.

"You know, Tara," Agastya began, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that belied his usual exuberance, "growing up wasn't easy for me. I was always the class clown, cracking jokes to hide the pain of being picked on."

Tara listened intently, her heart twisting with empathy for the young boy who had faced such cruelty. In Agastya's words, she heard echoes of her own struggles, buried beneath the layers of her meticulously constructed facade.

But it wasn't until Tara found herself unraveling the tangled threads of her own past that the true depth of their connection became apparent. She spoke of Chaitanya, her ex-boyfriend, and the scars he had left upon her heart.

"You see, Agastya," Tara confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, "Chaitanya and I were together when we were just sixteen. But he never treated me the way I deserved. I was just a trophy to him, something to show off to his friends."

Agastya's expression softened, his heart aching for the young girl who had been used and discarded by someone she trusted. "I'm so sorry, Tara. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not someone as amazing as you."

Tara's resolve crumbled, the weight of her sorrow pressing down upon her like a leaden shroud. She buried her face in her hands, the sting of tears hot against her cheeks as the floodgates of her emotions finally burst open.

Agastya moved without hesitation, crossing the small distance between them to envelop Tara in a comforting embrace. He held her close, offering silent solace as she wept, her tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

In that moment, as Tara's tears mingled with the darkness of the night, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Agastya's warmth, his presence a balm to her wounded soul. And as he held her, she realized that perhaps, in him, she had found not only a confidant, but a friend—one who accepted her, flaws and all, and offered her the comfort she so desperately craved.

But Agastya, too, bore his own burdens, hidden beneath layers of laughter and light-hearted banter. As Tara's tears subsided and the night stretched on, he found himself opening up in a way he rarely allowed himself to do.

"You know, Tara," Agastya began, his voice tinged with a wistfulness that belied his usual buoyancy, "growing up, I was always the odd one out. The class clown, the joker. But it wasn't because I wanted to be. It was because I had to be."

Tara listened, her gaze softening as Agastya peeled back the layers of his past, revealing the pain and loneliness that had lurked beneath his infectious grin. In his words, she heard echoes of her own struggles, mirrored in the depths of his sorrow.

"But you, Tara," Agastya continued, his voice gaining strength with each word, "you're different. You're strong, resilient. Even when the world tries to knock you down, you always find a way to stand tall."

Tara's breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and admiration for the man who sat before her. In Agastya, she saw not only a kindred spirit, but a beacon of light amidst the darkness of her doubts and fears.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, casting long shadows across the room, Tara and Agastya found themselves united in their shared vulnerability. And as they watched the sun rise together, they knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them side by side, their bond forged in the crucible of late-night conversations and tears shed in the darkness.

Yea I know i have said there will be a smut Chapter ahead but due to some reasons I have changed my decision, let tara open up a little bit and let them bond a little and yuvaan and Sara's wedding planning start then reading smut would be fun for you and also it will go with the flow of the story....*

I hope you understood what I'm trying to say 😅

Updates will be once in a week on Sundays so stay tuned 😁