••|In your eyes, a celestial sea, I drown in the depths of your majesty.|••
It's been two weeks since this project started, and the tension between Adaa and me is palpable. We're sitting in the meeting room with our teams, discussing the progress and strategies for the next phase. I can feel the energy in the room shifting, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
I glance over at Miss. Raichand, I catch her eye. Her gaze is unwavering, determined. But there's something else there, too, something that makes my heart beat faster. I can tell she's trying to focus on the numbers and timelines, but I see the way her mind drifts whenever our eyes meet. It's like she's trying to hide something from me, but I can see right through her façade.
Every time our eyes lock, it's like a spark ignites between us, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. I see the way she tries to brush it off, to act like it's just an annoyance. But I know better. There's something deeper at play here, something that goes beyond mere professional rivalry.
Her eyes are like windows to her soul, revealing glimpses of vulnerability and strength. The way she looks at me, it's as if she's trying to understand what makes me tick. And every time she does, I feel a pull, a connection that I can't quite explain but can't ignore either.
Ever since I first saw her in the club, dancing alone and lost in her own world, she's had this inexplicable pull on me. There she was, moving with such grace and freedom, her ocean blue eyes reflecting a depth I couldn't quite comprehend. I've seen that color many times before, but there's something unique about hers-something that still eludes me.
From that moment, she's occupied my thoughts, dominated my mind. I've tried to ignore it, to focus on anything else, but it's futile. She's there, always, like a persistent echo in my head. It feels as if she's taken control, and no matter how hard I try, I can't shake her.
I'm a man used to having control, used to wielding power. Yet, she's made me feel like I'm losing both. She's an enigma, a puzzle I can't solve, and it frustrates me to no end. But beneath that frustration lies a fascination, an intense curiosity that only grows stronger with each passing day.
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