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The soft hum of the air conditioner blended seamlessly with the light jazz playing in the background - Shivika's "focus playlist" on a loop.
The sun filtered through the tall, spotless windows of her office throwing pale golden lines across the white marble flooring. Her office, a stylish corner cabin with glass walls and blush-toned accents, looked exactly like her - calm, composed, and quietly confident.
Except... she wasn't feeling any of those things at the moment.
Shivika sat behind her desk in a crisp ivory shirt tucked into high-waisted navy trousers, her blazer slung carelessly over the chair behind her. Her usually perfect ponytail had loosened into soft waves that brushed the side of her cheek. A bitten-off nail hinted that her mind was clearly somewhere else.
On the screen in front of her, layouts blinked. Budget tabs were open. Fonts danced across a campaign pitch that was due in two hours.
But her eyes?
Her eyes kept sliding away.
To her phone.
Which sat just beside the coffee mug she hadn't sipped since 8:45 AM. The foam heart on the cappuccino was still visible - untouched, just like the email marked "URGENT" blinking on her screen.
Instead, her thumb hovered near her messages, like a guilty teenager checking for updates from her secret boyfriend.
And there it was.
Last night. 12:02 AM.
Siddharth:
"When you smile at work, do they know it's because of me?"
Shivika read it again.
For the fifth time that morning.
And blushed.
Again.
"This man is dangerous," she whispered under her breath, hiding her face with her hand for a moment. "Completely, unapologetically dangerous."
She placed the phone face-down, took a deep breath, and tried to return to the design pitch open in front of her.
She scrolled.
Read the same line three times.
Then peeked at the phone again.
Still no new text.
She sighed, leaning back in her ergonomic chair, hands falling limp to her sides.
"Focus, Shivika," she mumbled to herself like a mantra. "Powerhouse. Boss mode. Not a blushing teenager."
Her gaze caught her reflection in the glass wall. Her eyes sparkled more than usual. Her cheeks still carried a faint, rosy glow.
There was a warmth to her, even under the office lights.
And the reason was clear.
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Two Weeks Since the Wedding.
One week since the confession.
Six days since their first kiss.
Five late-night calls.
Four voice notes.
Three sneaky dates.
And one very real, very intense realization:
YOU ARE READING
ISHQ VISHQ|| COMPLETED ✅||
Fantasi💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
