Bossing Her || 18+

1 || His Infatuation

Vikram's POV

In my 29 years of life, and through the fourteen years of my youth, I have loved and been devoted to only one person—a person who, for reasons beyond my control, shattered me in ways I never imagined I could recover from.I had a crush on them long before I even understood what that word meant. Dating for nearly two years, I was head over heels, only to have my heart broken into a million pieces on the very day I went to propose, witnessing them kiss someone else. The sound of my heart breaking was so vivid, I was certain it could never be mended, and I swore that love could never be beautiful again.

There were times I struggled in my career, despite the legacy of my family—an expansive chain of educational institutions spread across the country—that I could have easily continued. But I, rather than accept the silver spoon I was born with, decided to carve out my own path. I started from scratch, determined to make a name for myself in a world where we are nothing more than strangers. Today, I run the most successful real estate agency in India, and along with many other nations.

But nothing has been the same for me these past six months. Neither my thoughts, nor my heart. For reasons I can't fucking quite explain, a random hook-up spiraled into an unhealthy obsession with a woman who now dominates my mind, fading the wounds I've been carrying for years now. 

Her scent—it intoxicates me, as if her presence alone can numb the pain I've been running from. Her touch ignites a warmth in my chest, in my heart, defrosting the frozen parts of me that I thought would never feel again. And those eyes... her deep, jade-green eyes, they're so consuming, so impossibly captivating, that every time I look into them, I lose myself. I don't know what she does to me, or how she manages to strip away the control I've fought to maintain for the last seven years just by looking at me with those jade green orbs innocently.

Yet, there she is, every single day, working at my company, constantly near & around me, orbiting around me, making it nearly impossible to keep my hands to myself. It's a daily struggle, one I often lose in the privacy of my own mind, but I resist touching her—barely. Then I end up paying the price later, alone, frustrated beyond belief and resulting me in jerking my balls off.

She walks into my cabin often, as the head of marketing team of my company, with her innovative ideas in hand, ready to present them to me. And every time, I find myself mesmerized. Her eyes light up with such joy and enthusiasm when she talks about her work. It's like nothing else matters in that moment but her passion for the projects. I've never seen anyone so committed, so dedicated. She works late into the night, sometimes until eleven or twelve, determined to finish whatever task she's taken on. I've received emails from her at two or three in the morning—still focused, still working.

And seeing her like that—her medium length, and chocolaty hair falling in soft waves as she types, her brow furrowed in concentration—it does something to me. Something primal, something I can't put into words, and honestly, I'm not ready to confront it.As if I wasn't already on the verge of losing it, some assface proposed to her last night at the office party celebrating our recent project success. And the cherry on top? She said yes.

Now, I'm sitting here in my office, barely keeping it together. For six damn months, I've been torturing myself, aching to touch her, to feel her even close to me again after that night when she ended up with me in that club. But no—she stays distant. She never stands near me, never talks to me the way she does with that fool. And hearing her laugh— an actual laugh—around him drives me insane. It fuels the anger already simmering inside me, burning me alive.