Vivid Imagination

Chapter 5 : Foreign feelings

As I waited for her to arrive, the air buzzed with a tension I couldn't quite shake. The moment the door swung open, I felt an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room itself held its breath.

Principal Sir glanced over my shoulder and announced, "Lijiye, aa gayi Saraswati."

I turned around, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. There she stood, wrapped in a white salwar suit that draped perfectly over her frame, accentuating her soft curves. Her large brown eyes, wide and laced with apprehension, drew me in immediately. Who is this girl? I wondered, captivated. It wasn't just her beauty; it was something else, something deeper. There was an innocence about her, but also a quiet strength, and that contradiction pulled at me, leaving me in a haze of confusion.

Why her? I've encountered countless beautiful women, yet none had ever stirred me like this. My heartbeat quickened, hammering in my chest like a drum, as if my body recognized something my mind couldn't quite grasp. Her mere presence had my breath hitching, my heart racing like a bullet train. How is this even possible? I thought, stunned.

"Good morning, sir," she said softly, directing her words to the principal, but her nervous gaze flickered toward me, lingering for a moment too long.

I snapped out of my daze, quickly masking the chaos inside me with a confident smirk. "Miss Saraswati, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, my voice smooth, though the intensity in the air between us nearly made my own composure crack.

She stiffened slightly, her jaw tightening, though she masked it with a polite smile. "Mr. Mehra, I'm really sorry for yesterday," she replied, her tone steady, but I could feel the anxiety simmering beneath the surface.

Principal Sir sensed the unspoken tension hanging in the air and rose from his seat. "I'll leave you two to talk. If you need anything, just call me," he said, casting a concerned glance at Saraswati and acussing glace at me like I force him to go before slipping out of the room. Well it's not just acussion bcoz I indeed force him to go. Not me but Shashank actually, he hacked his phone and msg him god knows what but it's not my problem anymore he knows his work after all he is one of the best hackers in country.

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Alone in the Office

The door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, it was just the two of us like I wanted. The charged silence made the room feel smaller, more intimate. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze locking onto hers with an intensity I hadn't meant to reveal. "Miss Saraswati," I began, my voice low, "I believe you remember our conversation from yesterday?"

She swallowed hard, her hands clenched tightly in her lap as if she needed to hold onto something solid. "Yes, I remember, Mr. Mehra. But I'm not sure why you came here. This is my place of work, and I'd appreciate it if you respected that and I'm already said sorry for yesterday I hope you understand"

Her voice was calm, but her fingers trembled, betraying her nervousness. Her composure, however fragile, only added to her allure. The sunlight filtering through the window illuminated her features-her delicate jawline, the faint blush creeping up her cheeks-and I found myself mesmerized. She was more than beautiful; she was... different. And that difference had me hooked in ways I couldn't control.

"Miss Saraswati," I said, leaning in, my voice dropping lower, "I think we need to get a little more comfortable if we're going to have a real conversation."

She blinked, taken aback, and I noticed her attempt to hide her fear, though the nervousness was betraying her. Without thinking, my hand moved to the armrest of her chair, pulling it closer to mine. The movement startled her, and I caught the way her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. Our eyes met, and in that brief moment, I felt something raw and electric pass between us.