Sehgal's Entwined Fate

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐

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Anamika sitting in her office. Working on her project which is given by her dearest husband.

"Wow, my patidev loves his work so much - and also loves it when I work. I thought that when I'd tell him I have too much work and can't come on the date, maybe he'd reduce my workload. But no - instead, I had to suffer, and still ended up saying yes for the evening."

She was murmuring under her breath, still lost in her designs, when Mr. Kiaan Sehgal walked into her office. She sensed his presence before she even looked up. Calm and composed, he made his way in front of her desk, his eyes scanning the scattered designs. He put his phone on her desk where, hers also.

"What brings you here?" she asked, still focused on her work, not even sparing him a glance.

Argh, this habit of hers is going to kill me one day, he muttered silently to himself.

"I'm here to check how much work is left."

"Then maybe you should start giving me less of it."

"Why would I?" he smirked. "You deserve more... more of everything."

That made her pause. She finally looked up - and those annoyed, stormy eyes met his.

Her serene eyes, he thought, breath catching for a moment.

"I want more of everything too, just not work. I'm human, Kiaan. I need rest."

He didn't argue. Instead, he stepped forward quietly, turned her chair gently toward him, bent down, and slid off her heels - only to replace them with her sneakers.

"Now, finish your work," he said softly.

And just like that, he walked out of her cabin before taking his phone- leaving her stunned, speechless, and staring after him.

Kiaan's POV

The moment I walked out of her cabin, I felt the air shift-like I had just left something magnetic behind. Her silence still echoed in my ears. Not because she had nothing to say, but because for once, I'd managed to leave her speechless.

Those eyes.
Even when they're furious, they make me want to lose every argument just to keep looking.

I didn't go there just to check on the work. I could've emailed. I could've called. But watching her drown in those sketches, hair messily tied up, murmuring like the whole world existed only in her head-it pulled me in.

She always acts so unaffected, so professional.
And yet, all I want is to be the crack in that perfect composure.
A reason for her to forget the world for a second... even if it's just to get annoyed at me.

Removing her heels?
That wasn't a gesture. It was instinct.
She wouldn't have taken a break even if her feet were screaming.
So I did what I had to. Quietly. Gently. Like I've learned to do with her.

Now, walking down the hallway, I smirk to myself.

She'll probably throw a pencil at me next time. But maybe... just maybe... she smiled after I left.