Chapter 2: Unexpected Spark

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Adarsh's POV

I watched Shweta leave, her bright smile lingering in my mind

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I watched Shweta leave, her bright smile lingering in my mind.

"Rohan, what's her background?" I asked.

"Clean slate, sir. Top student, no controversies."

I nodded, intrigued.

As I worked, my gaze drifted to Shweta's resume.

Her eyes sparkled in the attached photo.

Suddenly, I envisioned those eyes sparkling at me.

I shook my head.

Focus, Adarsh.

But the image lingered.

Later, Shweta entered my office with a hesitant smile.

"Sir, I have a question about the project."

As she approached, her scent wafted toward me.

Fragile, yet captivating.

Our hands touched as I took the papers.

A jolt ran through me.

Shweta's eyes widened.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered.

My voice was low.

"No need to apologize."

For a moment, our gazes locked.

Something shifted.

A spark.

Unwelcome.

Unsettling.

Yet... intriguing.

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Adarsh's Thoughts

What's happening?

I don't do attraction.

Not now.

Not ever.

But Shweta's sparkle...

No.

I must maintain control.

Distance.

Before it's too late...

Shweta's pov:- Chapter 2: Electric Touch

I knocked on Adarsh's door, my heart racing

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I knocked on Adarsh's door, my heart racing.

"Enter," his deep voice called.

As I stepped inside, our eyes met.

For a moment, I forgot my question.

"Sir, I have a question about the project," I managed.

Adarsh's gaze never wavered.

"Ask," he said, his voice low.

I approached his desk, handing him the papers.

Our hands touched.

A spark shot through me.

I gasped.

"Sorry, sir," I whispered.

Adarsh's eyes locked onto mine.

"No need to apologize," he said, his voice softer.

Time froze.

I felt the warmth of his hand.

The intensity of his gaze.

My cheeks flushed.

"Thank you, sir," I stammered.

Adarsh's expression returned to its usual sternness.

"Remember, Shweta, professionalism is key."

I nodded, still reeling.

As I left, I wondered:

Was that just my imagination?

Or did Adarsh feel it too?

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Shweta's Thoughts

What just happened?

Why did his touch feel so electric?

I must focus on my internship.

Not Adarsh's piercing eyes.

Not the spark between us.

But...

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