𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 18+ ✔

𝟏. || 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫.

Sara’s POV:

“Coming, man!” I call out, waving to my coworkers and my best friend Neena, who are impatiently motioning for me to hurry up. God, they’re always so impatient. But I can’t blame them — it’s New Year’s Eve, and we’re here at the club to let loose after a long day at work.

“Hey, you look good!” Neena compliments me as soon as I reach them, her voice full of energy.

I glance down at myself, feeling a bit awkward. “Good” is a stretch. I’m wearing the ugliest sweater I own, a last-minute pick because I had no time to change. I look nothing like someone who’s ready to party. Meanwhile, Neena is rocking her usual work clothes, which somehow look effortlessly chic on her.

Right, we came straight from the office. No time for glam-ups, just straight into the New Year’s vibe.

Neena smiles at me and passes me a glass of wine. I grin, taking the glass from her hand, and we click our glasses together. The cool, crisp taste of the wine washes down my throat, relaxing me.

“Finally, I’m enjoying myself,” I say, feeling a wave of relief wash over me after a day filled with work stress.

Neena laughs, taking a sip of her drink. “Yep! And it’s good for you. Let’s leave all that last year’s drama behind.”

I laugh, nodding. God knows we love our gossip sessions, and the office had more than its share of juicy stories last year. I’m about to launch into one when someone interrupts us.

“Hey, you’re looking good, Sara.”

I stifle a sigh, trying not to cringe. Of course, it’s him. The voice I dread most: Geet from accounting. Ugh. This fucking idiot. He’s the office’s so-called “best employee,” but to me, he’s a nightmare. Creepy doesn’t even begin to describe him.

He steps right in front of us, his beady eyes locked on me with a smile I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Neena rolls her eyes so hard I’m afraid they might get stuck, but Geet, as usual, doesn’t notice. He plops himself down across from us.

“Thanks, Geet,” I manage to say through gritted teeth, forcing a fake smile.

“I haven’t seen you around much lately,” he continues, oblivious to the tension in my voice.

My grip tightens on the wine glass. Calm, Sara, stay calm. I give him another forced smile before replying, “Yeah, I got promoted last year.”

Thank God for that promotion. If I hadn’t moved to a different floor, I’d still be bumping into him every day. He’s the last person I want around.

“Oh, right. I totally forgot. But I was just saying you haven’t come by to say hello lately—I mean, to us,” he corrects himself, flashing that creepy smile again.