ADHURI KAHANI: A tale of an amnesic bond

17. Sir I-

INAAYA'S POV

I glanced at his door. It wasn't even lunchtime, and he'd already called me to his office three times. That was a lot. Was he thinking I was just idling away, pretending to work since that incident? But each time had been for valid reasons.

That day, he seemed to have forgotten it was lunchtime. Given his responsibilities as a CEO, it's understandable if his mind is overflowing with tasks, so forgetting the lunch hour might be excusable. But still, how could he forget the lunch schedule of his own company? I sighed. Strange.

Okay, stop, Inaaya! No, at this point, you're just overthinking! Stop going down that rabbit hole.

I glanced at my coffee mug—empty. Let's get coffee. Maybe that will distract me and make me stop overthinking about literally NOTHING.

Exiting my room, I walked through the corridor, throwing a quick glance towards Ishaan's cabin. Reaching the coffee station, I grabbed the coffee powder and mixed it with hot water and sugar

I returned to my cabin while mixing the powder and hot water, but I stopped when an unusual sound reached my ear. I turned to inspect where the sound was coming from. The bathroom? Another sound. Yes, it's definitely the bathroom. I waited a few more seconds to figure out what it was.

A muffled, painful moaning sound.

WHAT THE HELL!

Someone needs help. They are probably on their period, and the cramps are killing them. I feel bad. I don't know how long they've been trapped in the bathroom, wishing someone would come and help them. I took two long steps towards the bathroom. Upon reaching it, I held the door handle.

"Miss Inaaya."

The cold voice pierced through the hallway, making me shudder. An electric current ran down my spine. My steps halted abruptly as I turned towards him, my heart racing. His presence commanded attention. Involuntarily, I took two small steps towards him, drawn by the authority in his voice and the intensity of his gaze.

"What are you doing, Miss Inaaya?"

Both hands on either side of his pants pockets, his hair perfectly set, he pinned me with his gaze, waiting for me to answer his question. Yes, answer his question, Inaaya. He's waiting.

I felt the words stuck in my throat. I wasn't doing anything wrong, so why was I scared? Maybe it was his gaze, which felt like it was looking straight into my soul. Maybe it was his cold voice that could make anyone shiver. Maybe it was his dangerous aura. Or maybe, it was just him.

"Miss Inaaya?" he questioned again 

Speak up Inaaya!

He took another step, and now he was facing me directly. My grip on the cup tightened. The hallway seemed exceptionally narrow, and I couldn't fathom how he managed to cover the distance in just two steps. Oh god!

He arched his right eyebrow and took a step forward, and my legs moved backward involuntarily. When I tried to take another step back, my back met the wall. Oh no!

 His eyes never left mine, the intensity in his gaze growing. And I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

" Sir I-"

He tilted his head, his eyes locking onto mine, waiting for an answer. His face was close... really close. So close that external noises refused to reach my ears; all I could hear was his breathing. The surroundings ceased to exist in my mind—it was just him in front of me. I tried to breathe normally, but a storm was raging inside me, a sharp contrast to my relatively calm exterior. I had become adept at masking my emotions, a skill I had acquired over the years.