𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 18

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Vihaan ~

"Maybe it was more than fine, sir." she had said. It wasn't a confession, not really, but it was enough. Enough to make me want to pull her closer, enough to let her know what she meant to me.

She looked away then, her expression softening in a way I hadn't seen before. I could have said something, anything. But instead, I let the silence between us stretch, finding is comforting.

The rest of the night, we figured out the papers before I dropped her home.

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The next morning was dragging. I was reviewing case files, but my mind kept drifting back to her. How she had looked at me, the way her hand had fit so perfectly in mine. I could not concentrate on anything except her.

By the time I passed her cabin, it was already early evening. She was sitting at her desk, her chair slightly turned away from the door, fixing her lipstick in the small mirror she held up. There was something about the way she did it, so casual, so effortless that had me rooted in place for a moment.

She ran the lipstick across her lips, then smoothed the color with her fingers, her brow furrowed in concentration. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her, completely smitten.

"Yeh ladki meri jaan leke hi maanegi," I muttered to myself, shaking my head with a smile.

(Translation - This woman is going to be the death of me.)

As if sensing my gaze, she looked up and caught me staring. Her eyes met mine, and for a brief second, I forgot how to breathe. "Ji kuch kaha aapne?" she asked, her voice teasing, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

(Translation - Did you just say something?)

"Did you forget to react seeing me here Miss Chopra? Usually my presence makes you completely conscious." I tried to tease her to get her to blush for me but instead of that, she closed the little mirror shut and looked at me with all her attention.

"I heard you come in." She said, shrugging her shoulders a little.

I raised an eyebrow at her calm response, the corner of my lips twitching in amusement. "You heard me? And yet, you continued with that important thing?" My eyes flicked briefly to the lipstick she had been fixing, knowing fully well she was trying to appear unbothered.

Shivanya smiled, leaning back in her chair, her fingers playing idly with the closed mirror in her hands. "I figured if you were just going to stand there watching, I might as well finish."

There it was, that subtle spark, that edge in her tone. She wasn't the type to fluster easily, not until it was me trying but the way her lips quirked up told me she was aware of the effect she had on me.

I took a slow step closer, my hands resting on the edge of her desk. "And what if I told you it wasn't just the lipstick that had my attention?"

Her eyes flicked to mine, curiosity sparking in them, but she didn't respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a challenge clear in her gaze. "Then I'd say you're losing focus on your work, Sir."

"Sunshine, my work for the next two days is to only win you, to have you come running right into my arms and then put a ring on that finger."

Her smile faltered just for a second, a tiny crack in her composure that made my heart race, but she recovered quickly, standing up from her desk with her chin held high. "We'll see who wins, Vihaan Raichand."