Avinash sat alone in his office, the city lights casting long shadows across the darkened room. He leaned back in his chair, staring out at the skyline, his thoughts fixated on one person: Anindita.
He'd never imagined he would feel this way about anyone. Love, attachment, vulnerability-those were things he had vowed to avoid. He had convinced himself that he didn't need anyone, that emotions were a weakness he could not afford. But Anindita... she was different. No matter how hard he tried to dismiss it, she had found a way into his life, into his mind, challenging the walls he'd spent years building.
He remembered her defiance during their last meeting, the fire in her eyes as she tried to stand her ground against him. Most people cowered in his presence, but she hadn't flinched. She'd faced him with a strength that both frustrated and fascinated him.
Avinash smirked, his fingers drumming on the edge of his desk. She thinks she can refuse me, he thought, an amused glint in his eyes. But behind his amusement was something deeper-a respect for her resilience, her quiet strength, her refusal to let anyone, even him, dictate her choices. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn't control.
For a moment, his mind drifted to her insecurities, the way she doubted herself in his presence. He had noticed how she hesitated, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes every time he spoke of his intentions. She didn't believe he was serious, that his proposal was real. She thought he would lose interest, move on, and forget her. But she couldn't be more wrong.
Avinash leaned forward, picking up the folder Aman had prepared for him. He had read it cover to cover more times than he cared to admit, absorbing every detail of her life-the loneliness, the challenges she had faced, the resilience she had shown despite it all. She was a woman who had been hurt, betrayed, and left to fend for herself. And yet, she had never broken.
"Anindita Aggarwal," he murmured to himself, almost as if testing the sound of her name on his lips. "You think I'm just playing a game. That I'll lose interest." He scoffed, his eyes narrowing with determination. "But you have no idea, Princess. Once I decide I want something, I get it."
He glanced at his phone, debating whether to call her again, to demand that she meet him on his terms. But he knew better than to push her too far. She was stubborn, proud-qualities he respected, even admired. This wasn't about forcing her. It was about proving to her that he wasn't going anywhere, that he was in this for the long haul.
As the night wore on, Avinash found himself thinking about her more and more, every detail of her expressions, every word she'd spoken replaying in his mind. He knew she had her doubts, her walls. She was scared, hesitant, afraid to let herself believe that someone like him could truly care for her. But he would make her see it. He would prove to her that his intentions were genuine, that his feelings were real.
Tomorrow, he decided, he would go to her. He would tell her, not with words but with actions, that she was wrong about him. He would show her that his resolve was unbreakable, that no matter how many times she pushed him away, he would stand by her, unyielding.
Avinash closed his eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She would be his. He knew it, with the same certainty that he had about every decision he had ever made. But this time, it was different. This wasn't a business deal or a move in the game of power. This was personal, deeper than anything he had ever felt before.
"Get ready, Anindita," he whispered into the quiet of the night. "Because you have no idea how far I'll go to make you mine."
Just then there was a knock at his office door, pulling him from his thoughts. Aman entered, sensing his boss was deep in thought but knowing better than to ask questions. "Sir, do you need anything ?"
Avinash looked at him, considering. "Yes. I want you to arrange something," he said after a moment. "Have flowers sent to Dr. Anindita Aggarwal's office. Make it discreet but... personal. Include a note."
Aman nodded, scribbling down the instructions. "And the note, sir?"
Avinash paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Tell her... 'This is just the beginning. I'm a man of my word, Anindita, and I always get what I want.' Make sure she knows it's from me."
Aman nodded, an amused look flickering across his face. It was rare to see Avinash taking such a personal interest, and the small hint of warmth in his tone surprised even his assistant.
As Aman left, Avinash leaned back, his mind already set on his next steps. The flowers would be a small gesture, a reminder that he wouldn't give up. But he knew it would take more than words and gestures to win her trust. He would need to be patient, to let her come to terms with her own feelings.
For the first time in years, he felt alive, filled with a purpose that went beyond power or success. This was about a future he hadn't let himself dream of until now-a life with someone who saw through the walls he had built around himself, who challenged him, who made him want to be better.
He looked out at the city once more, his expression softening. "I'll make you see, Anindita," he murmured to himself. "I'll show you that I'm serious, that I'll do whatever it takes to prove my love for you. And when the time comes... you'll be ready to be mine."
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