𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 31

Shivanya ~

It was almost eight in the night when I was finally done with drafting a merger contract that was supposed to go through by the end of the week but my head was still stuck upstairs in Vihaan's office and how he fed me the whole of it himself and by the end of lunch, my cheeks must have turned permanent red.

God, why was that man getting so into my head and system...how was he always around? In my head, in my thoughts and in reality!

I had just shut my laptop down after checking the last of the mails when there was a soft knock on the door again before it opened and Vihaan was there.

"Are you done for the day?" He asked and for a moment there, standing under the soft evening lights of the office, he genuinely looked tired.

Okay, handsome but tired but I refuse to digress.

"Yes, I am. What happened? Long evening?" I asked, standing up and took my bag in my hands before walking up to him.

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Longer than it should have been," he said. "Mostly because someone kept distracting me all day."

My eyes widened, and I felt my face warm up instantly. "I did not do anything like that!!" I shot back, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

"You did," he teased, "Hard to focus when my wife sits there looking like that and turning to the most beautiful shade of red every time I so much as offer her a spoonful."

"Vihaan..." I hissed, glancing around even though the floor was almost empty.

He laughed softly, that low, quiet laugh he reserved only for me. "Come on, Sunshine, it's late. Let's get home."

We walked side by side toward the lift and when we reached the basement parking, Vihaan pulled out his keys, turned to me with that same teasing glint in his eyes and tossed them lightly in my direction.

I caught them, blinking in surprise. "Wait," I said, raising a brow at him. "Didn't you tell me you'd never let me drive your car?"

He chuckled, and kept looking at me. "I might have said that," he admitted, sliding his hands into his pockets. "But I was only trying to get a little reaction out of you, Shivanya."

"Really?" I asked, arching my brow higher, not quite believing him.

"Absolutely," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, heat dancing in them. "And besides, who am I to stop my wife from doing what she wants?"

He said and then walked over to the passenger side of the car and I walked to the driver's seat before putting my bag in the back.

I slid into the driver's seat and buckled up, feeling his eyes still on me so I turned my head, smiling. "What if I accidentally bang your weirdly expensive car into a tree?"

That's when I saw it. For the briefest second....barely half a heartbeat, his eyes actually widened, and his jaw tensed like he had just watched someone drop his favourite vintage scotch bottle. Pure, unfiltered panic flashed across his perfectly calm lawyer face, and it was so quick and so real that I nearly snorted.

I couldn't help it and burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Vihaan sir, did you just panic? Look at your face!"

He blinked, caught, and then narrowed his eyes at me, lips twitching. "Not funny, Shivanya." he muttered, though there was a reluctant smile creeping in.

"And here I thought that the great Vihaan Raichand feared nothing," I teased, biting back more laughter.

"And yet here I am," he shot back, voice low and warm now, "terrified of my wife's destructive thoughts."