𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6

It's been over a week since I met Oberois and Rivaan.

Think of Rivaan—uggh, what should I say? The man is a robot. Seriously, how can someone be so devoid of emotions? It's like he's programmed to be Sadu all the time. Not that he's rude or anything to me, but his lack of expression is downright unnerving.

And yet, whenever he's around me, he only looks at me. It's not just a casual glance either—no, it's intense, almost as if he's trying to read every thought in my head. His gaze makes me shiver.

But of course, my stupid self can't resist the urge to check him out every chance I get. And guess what? He knows. He always knows. Every single time, he catches me and gives me that stupid smirk of his, like he's proud of making me so flustered.

Ugh, it's infuriating! How does he manage to get under my skin so easily? Let's forget about him.

Right now, I'm at the main Oberoi branch, and let me tell you, I am so bored. Divyansh had to go to Pune for some deal, and I'm stuck here wishing I'd gone with him. Why? Well, let me paint you a picture.

Mr. Oberoi—Arjun Singh Oberoi, to be precise—is buried in work as usual. The man is a machine, I swear. I already finished my tasks ages ago and asked if there was anything else I could do. But what did he say? "Shut your mouth and sit on the couch." Charming, right? So here I am, stuck doing nothing while he powers through his never-ending pile of work..

And then, like a breath of fresh air, Kavya ma'am walks in, looking absolutely stunning in a blue saree that's both elegant and, well, hot. It's the kind of outfit that demands attention, and boy, she does it get it.

Mr. Oberoi—who usually has the emotional range of a rock—was practically drooling when she walked in. I mean, he didn't even try to hide it.

Now they're discussing something—probably work, but who cares? The real show is the thick layer of sexual tension hovering over them. It's so intense that I'm starting to feel suffocated over here.

Like, hello? I'm still in the room! It's like watching one of those slow-burn romances where the leads are too stubborn to admit they're head over heels for each other. I half expect violins to start playing in the background any second now.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any funnier, I glance over at my Veeru(he liked this nickname)—Dr. Veer—sulking in the corner. He's on his phone, but every few minutes he glares at the couple like they've personally offended him by being so into each other.

The man's clearly not a fan of all this lovey-dovey stuff happening right under his nose. I swear, if looks could kill, this office would be a crime scene by now.

Let's not forget about Mr. Grumpy—aka Vikram Singh Oberoi. Unfortunately, he's off  with Rivaan. If he were here, at least I wouldn't be bored. I'd be busy annoying the hell out of him, which, by the way, is one of my favorite pastimes.