The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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I sat at my desk, methodically copying the records from the sheets to the laptop, ticking off each task on my to-do list. As my fingers flew across the keyboard, my gaze kept drifting to Abhyudit's cabin, though I couldn't see him through the closed door.
A week had passed since I had given him my assent, and things had been...different between us. Not drastically changed, but we were more comfortable then we had been before, anyway.
We were getting along before, in a sense, but back then, I had been confused and hesitant around him. Now, after dropping my defenses and giving him a chance, I had witnessed a progess in our interactions.
It wasn't like the progress was massive or anything, but a sense of bonding had begun to form.
We had started conversing more, not just about work, but about our daily lives, and even touching on personal topics. The intentional effort to connect beyond the confines of office was new, and though it was a small step, it felt like a significant milestone in our relationship.
Relationship? The word still carried an uncertainty for me, but it no longer felt unpleasant.
I couldn't deny the excitement that came with anticipating our interactions, wondering what I would share with him or what I would learn about him.
The way he engaged with me—asking me more about my life, listening to me with genuine interest, and opening up about his himself and his family—felt natural. It came with an unpredicted ease, as if we had known each other for years, not just months.
The sense of familiarity was a welcome surprise, one that left me looking forward to our time together.
Buried in my thoughts, I didn't notice Abhyudit's emergence from his cabin until our eyes locked for a brief moment. A sudden flutter in my chest caught me off guard, and I quickly averted my gaze, feigning focus on my screen.
I was acutely aware of his presence as he approached me, his quiet footsteps on the floor marking his arrival beside my desk. When I couldn't resist looking up, I found him already watching me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone light yet deliberately casual despite the jolt of awareness that had taken over my body.
"It's my office, and I can walk wherever I want," he said with a touch of haughtiness, his voice laced with authority.
I mentally rolled my eyes at his flip response, his tendency to always have a witty comeback being both pesky and delightful at the same time.
I knew he was just messing around, so I played along, saying, "Sure, sir," curtly emphasizing the title.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and for an instant, I thought I glimpsed a flicker of playful awe in his eyes, however, he stood there with an inscrutable expression.
