As we walked to the dining hall together, I could feel her eyes on me. Her gaze was discreet, but I caught the occasional blush, and it made me smirk. In the elevator, I could see her reflection, the way she tried to appear composed but failed to hide her curiosity. When I asked her to have breakfast, she politely declined, so I suggested juice instead. She agreed, and I made a mental note to ensure she ate properly. She needed to take better care of herself.During breakfast, I noticed her looking around, searching for something. Answering her unasked question, I told her that I didn't like anyone around while I ate. She responded innocently, "But I'm here." I couldn't help but smirk and shake my head. Her innocence was disarming.
After breakfast, I asked her to choose a car. Before meeting her, I always prioritised my own choices, but now I found myself wanting to accommodate her preferences. She chose a red and black Porsche, one of my favorites. I was impressed by her choice and smirked, feeling a sense of pride.
As we drove to the company, I relished in teasing her. Her blushes were a delightful reward for my efforts. Upon arriving, I waited for her to walk beside me. The reaction from my employees was palpable; they were shocked and surprised to see the so-called Devil walking with a woman. I liked the nickname "Devil," but seeing their reactions made me realize how rare it was for them to see me with someone.
In my office, I told her to sit on the nearest couch. I didn't like the distance between us. She observed me as I worked, and I could feel her eyes on me. Her presence was a constant reminder of the new dynamic she brought into my life. For the first time, I made coffee for someone else, and I didn't mind because it was for her. Our fingers touched briefly as I handed her the cup, and she blushed again. I smirked, loving the effect I had on her.
She watched me throughout the day as I navigated through meetings and presentations. Her presence was a mix of distraction and motivation. I handled everything with my usual precision, but knowing she was there made it more significant. After the last meeting, I saw her relief and realized how taxing my routine must seem to an outsider.
After the meeting ended, I received a call from Rakshit. I moved away from her to discuss our illegal dealings, ensuring she couldn't hear anything incriminating. As I walked back, I saw her watching something with intense curiosity. Using my powers, I silently approached her and saw one of my business partners and an employee talking ill about her, calling her degrading names. I felt a surge of anger, but I controlled it. She didn't need to see that side of me just yet.
I came up behind her and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned, slightly startled but relaxed upon seeing me. We spent the rest of the time with her glancing at me while I worked. Her presence was a constant distraction, but one I didn't mind. It was finally time for her to go back, and I saw an opportunity to spend more time with her.
"Let me give you a ride," I offered, hoping she would accept. Despite her initial protests, I managed to convince her.
By the end of the day, despite her insistence that she could go home alone, I insisted on driving her. I knew her address, of course. I was Yashwardhan Singhania, after all. As we left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Her presence was changing things, and I liked it.
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The Forbidden Manuscript : a Villain's Tale
FantasyNandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...