Book 1 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series
INAYA'S POV
Before me, he sits. After 7 long years-7 years of absence, he shows up. Yet, when I study his eyes, I find nothing but unfamiliarity. His once warm, brown orbs are now veiled with darkness, dev...
I think I like my secretary. It's wild, I know. When I first came to India, one of my biggest headaches was constantly changing secretaries. It seemed every one of them was more interested in my personal life—whether I had a girlfriend, my plans for the weekend—than in their work. Then, Inaaya arrived.
She is different. Her spine is always erect, exuding professionalism in every moment she's working. She talks minimally, usually responding with a succinct 'Sure, sir' to any task I give her. She never threw herself at me; in fact, she seems to try to avoid me unless absolutely necessary. But oh, how the tables have turned. I've grown to like my secretary, the very role that once caused me so much frustration. Now, the person I used to dismiss without a second thought has become someone I can't stop thinking about.
Five days ago, I was drowning in my files, lost in work. Something urged me to check my phone. I don't do it often; I pride myself on staying focused. But I clicked the power button, and as the screen lit up, a notification caught my eye. Her name flashed on the screen. I picked up the phone and read the text from the notification.
'On my period. Pain level 1000/10. Yk what to get'
I click the notification ,that led me to her chat , only to see 'This message has been deleted'
That text was definitely not meant for me, and my plan was to ignore it and get back to work. However, I found myself unable to focus for more than 15 minutes. The thought of her being in pain and still working didn't sit right with me. After some contemplation, I found myself googling what girls like to eat during their periods. If Raaj and Shivyansh saw me like this, they'd probably take me straight to a mental hospital and leave me there. I can't afford to be caught by Raaj Kapoor, or else he'd never let me live this down. I couldn't even look at Inaaya in front of him without giving something away. I glanced at her one last time as we exited my car. She was wearing a short blue kurta that reached her upper thigh, tight around the waist with a flowy lower part, paired with sky-blue jeans. Her hair was open today, falling to her waist, and she had ditched her specs, which were now hanging from the collar of her kurta. Her outfit was perfect for the occasion—casual yet fitting.
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We arrived at a picturesque spot with a huge pond surrounded by trees and grasses. I headed straight towards my best friend, who is also our magazine's featured model. Every six months, Epoch Insights releases a special edition that includes personalized answers to questions, photos, and information about the top 10 famous personalities, and my friend happens to be one of them. Today was his photoshoot, and I saw him posing in front of the cameras. As I was about to reach him, I threw one last look at Inaaya. She was talking to Tanvi near the lake, the sunlight casting a gentle glow on them.
"Who are you looking at? Did you bring your girlfriend or something?" he chuckled, trying to look over my shoulder.
