╰┈➤ "Let me go, you bastard!" she snarled, her voice laced with venom as she glared at him, her eyes blazing with unfiltered hatred.
He pinned her hands above her head against the cold metal of the hospital bed's headboard, leaning in close until h...
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Suman’s POV:
Finally, a break. After staring at my laptop for what felt like an eternity, I slammed it shut with a satisfying thud and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my shoulders. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in hours. It was time to fix that.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed Tina’s number as I walked toward the door. “Meet me in the canteen,” I said the moment she picked up. “I need food, or I’ll collapse.”
“On my way,” Tina replied, laughing at my dramatics.
Before leaving, though, my gaze wandered-almost unconsciously, towards the glass window separating my cabin from his. And there he was, the perpetual thorn in my side, sitting at his desk. His eyes were glued to his laptop screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard like the world depended on his next email.
I lingered for a second longer than I should have, observing him. There was something infuriating about how focused he looked, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. His usual grumpy aura was nowhere to be found when he worked; instead, he exuded this quiet, almost intimidating determination.
Ugh, I thought, rolling my eyes at myself. Why am I even noticing this?
Sure, he was grumpy, egoistic, and a total pain most of the time. But one thing I couldn’t deny-he was ridiculously punctual and dedicated to his work. No matter how much I wanted to ignore it, he was one of the reasons the company shined so brightly.
Shaking my head, I turned away, muttering under my breath. “Focus, Suman. You have a date with food, not unnecessary thoughts.”
And with that, I made my way to the canteen, determined to focus on Tina’s gossip and a plate of samosas instead of the enigmatic man behind the glass window.
I reached the canteen, scanning the tables until I spotted Tina sitting in the far corner, scrolling through her phone with that bored-yet-patient expression she always wore when waiting for me. reat, I thought. Why the hell am I always late?
Cursing myself for the millionth time, I hurried over and plopped down in the seat across from her.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I said in one breath.
“I’s not my fault, though. The universe is clearly conspiring against my punctuality.”
Tina raised an eyebrow, putting her phone down. “You know what conspires against your punctuality? Your constant daydreaming and dramatic sighing.”
I gasped, clutching my chest theatrically. “How dare you? My sighs are therapeutic, thank you very much.”
She rolled her eyes but grinned. “You’re impossible. Anyway, I’ve already ordered for us. Figured you’d go for your usual-stuffed paratha and some oily food "
