𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

13. MASSAGE

PRASHI RAWAT'S POV

As the evening wears on, I notice Rajveer's pace hasn't slowed down. He's still working, his eyes fixed on his computer screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. I try to enter his study room, but he waves me off, telling me he has some work.

I sigh, feeling a bit frustrated. It's my holiday, and I was looking forward to spending some time with him as his secretary, ofcourse.

As I watch him from afar, I notice the tension in his shoulders, the fatigue etched on his face. He's been working non-stop for hours, and it's clear he's exhausted.

I take a deep breath and approach him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Rajveer sir, you've been working for hours. Why don't you take a break?"

He looks up, his eyes bleary. "I can't, Ms. Rawat. I have some important stuff to do."

I nod sympathetically. "I know, but you're exhausted. How about I give you a massage? It might help you relax."

Rajveer's eyes narrow, his expression skeptical. But then, to my surprise, he nods. "Yes, okay. That sounds good."

I smile, feeling a surge of excitement. I've never given him a massage before, and I'm not sure what to expect. But I'm willing to try anything to help him relax.

I follow Rajveer to his room, my heart racing with anticipation. He closes the door behind us and starts to remove his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular back.

I stare at him, my eyes fixed on the contours of his muscles, the way his skin seems to glow in the dim light of the room. I feel a flutter in my chest, my pulse quickening as I take in the sight of him.

Rajveer turns to face me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Ms. Rawat, are you going to stare at me all day or actually give me that massage?"

I blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Right, sorry."

I take a deep breath and approach him, my hands reaching out to touch his skin. I start to massage his shoulders, my fingers kneading the tense muscles.

Rajveer closes his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he relaxes into my touch. I continue to massage him, my hands moving down his back, feeling the tension melt away under my fingers.

As I work on his muscles, I can't help but notice the way his skin feels under my touch, the way his body seems to respond to my massage. I feel a spark of attraction, my heart racing with excitement.

But I push the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. I'm here to help him relax, not to indulge in my own desires.

As I continue to massage his muscles, I notice Rajveer's body start to relax even further. His breathing slows down, and his head nods forward, his chin dipping towards his chest.

I realize he's fallen asleep,exhausted from the long day of work. I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having been able to help him relax.

I gently remove my hands from his back, not wanting to disturb him. As I turn to leave, I feel a sudden jolt of surprise. Rajveer's hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. But instead of pulling me closer, he simply holds my hand for a moment, his eyes still closed.

Then, just as suddenly, he releases me. "Nothing," he mutters, his voice barely audible. "You can go."

I nod, feeling a bit confused. What did he mean by "nothing"? And why did he hold my hand like that?

I shrug it off, telling myself I'm just reading too much into it. I quietly make my way out of the room, leaving Rajveer to his well-deserved rest.

I settle into my room, trying to shake off the strange feeling from Rajveer's sudden grasp of my hand. I'm about to change into comfortable clothes when my phone rings, breaking the silence.

I pick it up, seeing my therapist's name on the screen. "Hey, Dr. Karen. What's up?"

"Hi, Prashi. I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to let you know that we have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow."

My mind goes blank. "A meeting? What kind of meeting?"

"A team meeting with some colleagues. We'll be discussing your progress and some new strategies to help you cope with your anxiety."

I frown, feeling a twinge of unease. "I don't remember scheduling a meeting."

"It was scheduled a few weeks ago, Prashi. Don't worry, it's just a routine check-in. I'll see you tomorrow at 2 PM."

I nod, even though she can't see me. "Okay, got it. Thanks for letting me know."

As I hang up the phone, I can't shake off the feeling that something is off. I didn't mind my thoughts and went to sleep.

Next day, I got ready for my appointment with dr. Karen
I arrive at the meeting, feeling a bit nervous. Dr. Karem greets me warmly and introduces me to her colleagues. We sit down, and they start discussing my progress.

After a while, Dr. Karen turns to me and says, "Prashi, we're pleased with your progress. We think it's time to start tapering off your medication."

I nod, feeling a mix of emotions. I'm excited to reduce my dependence on medication, but I'm also scared of how I'll cope without it.

Dr. Karen smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll monitor your progress closely. And to help you cope with anxiety in real-life situations, we'd like you to try something new."

She explains that I'll be engaging in conversations with strangers, to help me build confidence and manage anxiety in social situations.

I nod, taking a deep breath. I'm ready to try.

After the meeting, I'm introduced to a stranger, a friendly-looking man named Rishi. We're asked to have a conversation, and I'm nervous at first, but as we start talking, I realize I'm enjoying myself.

He wore a very high scented perfume which basically screams masculinity. We chat about everything from books to travel, and I find myself laughing and feeling at ease. No anxiety attack, no panic. Just a normal conversation. In the end we hug each other with good bye. It was a side hug but the smell of his perfume was too much.

Dr. Karen observes from a distance, nodding in approval. "Well done, Prashi. You're making great progress."

I leave the meeting feeling proud of myself, feeling like I'm finally taking control of my anxiety.

And as I walk in the Rajvansh mansion, I notice Rajveer waiting for me in the lobby, with a weird expression on his face.
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~to be continued