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...
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Here is the double update🥰
ISHAAN'S POV
She came. SHE CAME! After two days that felt like two weeks—or maybe even months—she finally came. Those two days dragged on endlessly, as if the sun refused to set and the moon refused to rise, stretching time into an eternity. The moment I saw her at her desk, surrounded by scattered files, with her presence filling not just the chair but the entire room, something inside me shifted.
I tried to take a deep breath, tried to avert my gaze, but my body wasn't listening to the commands of my brain. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you, Ishaan? Get hold of yourself.
My eyes lingered on the scene before me, trying to etch it into my memory like a permanent tattoo. There she was, absorbed in her work, reading a document with intense focus. I watched as she made notes on small pieces of paper, carefully sticking them to each page. I've noticed she does this with every document that needs to be checked, and it's no wonder her work is flawless—she has an uncanny ability to spot even the smallest mistakes.
This is probably the last day I'll be sitting in her cabin. The workers are almost done, and by tomorrow, the renovations will be complete. I find myself mentally wishing they could take just a little longer, a few extra days wouldn't hurt. From a very early age, I understood the value of time, and I've always appreciated when people are disciplined and respect it. The company promised to install the floor-to-ceiling glass in four days, and it seems they'll deliver right on schedule. But for the first time in my life, I wish they wouldn't. For the first time, I want them to be late.
She stopped writing, her focus shifting entirely to the pages in front of her, the sticky notes momentarily forgotten. Her left hand began to fidget with the pen as she tried to make sense of the words on the page. I noticed something new—she's a lefty. How had I not seen that before? Her right hand, now free, moved to adjust her glasses, the middle finger slipping between the frames and her face. She pushed them up slightly, leaning in closer to the documents.
My heart skipped a beat at this simple, unremarkable action. Embarrassing. What am I, a teenager falling in love for the first time?
The pen she had been fidgeting with found its way to her lips, and she absentmindedly touched it to her mouth. A slight pout formed as she took the end of the pen between her lips, her brows knitting together in concentration. Her lips, a vibrant crimson red, glistened with the gloss she'd applied, resembling a plum. My heart didn't just skip a beat—it missed an entire song.
What would it feel like to taste those lips? To bite into them? The thought flashed through my mind, vivid and intoxicating, pulling me into a not-so-sane daydream. But the fantasy came to an abrupt halt as I was yanked back to the boring, torturous reality by the sound of her chair moving.
This time, I forced my eyes back to my computer screen, determined to focus. But even in my peripheral vision, I could see her closing the files and tidying up her desk. She glanced in my direction, and I could feel her eyes on me. I kept my gaze fixed on the screen, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was in front of me, as if I hadn't just been watching her a moment ago.
She stood there for a few more seconds, silent but clearly contemplating something. Finally, I looked up, meeting her eyes, urging her with a glance to speak if there was something on her mind.
"I'm going out for lunch. Would you like me to bring anything back for you, sir?"
"I'm good, thank you."
She nodded, a brief acknowledgment, and then turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, her phone rang. She paused for a moment, glanced at the screen, and then continued on her way, disappearing from my sight as she answered the call.
What is wrong with your thoughts, Ishaan? You need help! You definitely need help! How could you even think those things? Oh god, help me! I need a psychiatrist, and not just for zoning out randomly—but now for this too? Having these thoughts about my own secretary? What are you even thinking!
I tried to focus on my work, hoping to make a dent in the pile of files on my desk, when the cabin door banged open. Irritated, I looked up, only to see Shivyansh storming in, his face flushed with anger, eyes blazing. My annoyance quickly shifted into a slight smirk. I knew exactly why he was here.
"I think you need to get a psychologist to check your fucking employees! Their brains are not okay! Don't they know how to treat another human being for fuck's sake?" he yelled.
He was seething with anger and frustration, and as he spoke, my smirk widened. It was clear that he had been scolded once again, and I had anticipated this situation. After all, I was the one who had set it in motion. He seemed to be so wrapped up in his boss's personal life that he had neglected his own work. Maybe a little tough love was just what he needed to refocus.
He took two deliberate steps toward my desk, his frustration palpable. With a sharp motion, he pulled Inaaya's chair in front of me and sat down, his breathing quick and ragged.
"Why don't you focus on your own work instead of worrying about others? Maybe that will help," I said, flashing a fake smile.
Shivyansh's head snapped toward me, his right eyebrow arching in surprise as realization dawned. The fake smile that had been on my face morphed into a smirk as I observed his shock.
"You did that!? Didn't you!? Asshole!"
Before I could say anything, his phone rang. Shivyansh slid his hands into his pockets, glanced at the screen, and answered the call, putting it on speaker.
"Why the hell did Ishaan asked someone to watch me!?" Raaj yelled from the other side
Shivyansh looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Oh no! Raaj caught on to my intentions. I thought he might enjoy some controversy to distract him from my love life, but it seems my plan has failed.
"Maybe some controversy will finally shift your focus to your own life instead of meddling in others'," I said with a chuckle. The other side went silent for a few seconds.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now!?"
A smile crept onto my face, though it held a hint of mischief. I wasn't joking about wanting to make Shivyansh's and Raaj's life a bit more chaotic. I had considered publishing a scandalous photo of him ages ago. However, when I received the photo from the person I'd tasked with following Raaj, the girl in the photo was none other than Inaaya. It took me some time to piece it together, but the timing aligned perfectly—the photo was taken the day Inaaya had left, and Raaj had bought the drink for me.
"As you can see, no."
"Because of him, I got yelled at, and that fat piece of shit almost hit me!"
Shivyansh, referring to the manager, shot me a look of disbelief and frustration. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, adopting a relaxed posture as if to say,
"I was just trying to help you guys"
"No way in hell you said that!" Both of them said in unison
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Here is the 24th chapter. I hope you guys liked it.
I thought I couldn't right one chapter in a day. It turns out I can do exactly that. Haha!
Also, Ishaan is just playing, don't mind. Hehehehe
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