Smile Miss Sharma 😁

4 years ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she felt a mix of embarrassment and relief. She hadn't been in the mood to dance with Vishal, whose persistent attention had begun to feel suffocating. But Prithvi's sudden interruption brought a welcome reprieve.

Her gaze met Prithvi's, and for an instant, they locked in a silent understanding. A flicker of surprise danced across her face, followed by a gentle smile that illuminated her features. "Of course," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she placed her hand in Prithvi's, a spark of electricity ran through both of them. Her slender fingers intertwined with his, feeling the warmth and strength of his grasp. Sanyogita's luscious dark hair flowed with every movement, its silky waves cascading down her back like a nighttime waterfall.

Prithvi took her hand and walked her out to the floor,where the band was starting a slow but melody song with passionate music . Everybody took their partners hand except Vishal and started to dance under the dim light.

Hos eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his face relaxed and joyful. He drew her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist, guiding her onto the dance floor. The music swelled a sensual melody that mirrored the rhythm of their heartbeats.

"I was scared I'd have to dance with him," Sanyogita confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting toward Vishal before returning to Prithvi's reassuring gaze. "Thank God, aap ne banchaliya" (Thank God, you rescued me).

Prithvi's face broke into a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He felt a rush of happiness, relieved that Sanyogita didn't seem uncomfortable with him. Instead, she leaned in, her smile frequent and genuine.

As they swayed to the melody, the music hypnotized them, creating an intimate bubble around their dancing forms. Sanyogita's laughter echoed through the room, a melodious sound that harmonized with the music.

Prithvi's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with admiration. He managed to pull her closer, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The soft rustle of her dress, the subtle scent of her perfume, and the gentle pressure of her hand in his created a sensory symphony.

"You're looking gorgeous, Sanyogita," he whispered, the words echoing in his mind, his voice barely audible over the music.

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, her eyelashes fluttering downward. She didn't pull away, instead, her hand tightened around his, her fingers intertwining with his.

On the contrary, Prithvi held her so close that she could smell his cologne ,she still did not complain .She was still looking at his charming brown eyes as she could lose in it . The more time passed the more he held her closer , he tightens his grip on her waist.His strong plam touched her soft hand for the first time.His face was so closed to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath.There was now a dreamy gaze in his eyes.

He captivated her by passing each second. He removed her hand and slowly caressing her arm by his fingers as warm as a flame against her skin.He held her captivated by his touched. She shivered by his touch and closed her eyes due to nervousness. She moved closer to him to give a hug .

Her heart was pumping so fast that it could come out any time from her chest.Her brain had stopped working. She encircle her hands around his neck.

Under the dim light, Prithvi's desire to kiss Sanyogita intensified. He inched closer, their faces inches apart, the world around them dissolving into obscurity. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast a golden aura around them, heightening the intimacy.

His eyes locked onto her plump, glossy lips, beckoning him to taste their sweetness. His breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with anticipation. Sanyogita's warm breath danced across his face, sending shivers down his spine.

Prithvi's hand instinctively reached behind her head, cradling her neck, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He bent his face closer, their lips almost touching, the tension between them palpable.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the sudden shatter of broken glass pierced the air. A waiter's accidental mishap shattered the spell, and the music screeched to a halt. The lights flickered on, bathing the room in harsh brightness.

Prithvi and Sanyogita sprang apart, their faces flushing with embarrassment. They avoided each other's gaze, the tension between them now laced with awkwardness.

Sanyogita hastily retreated from the party, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Prithvi followed, his guilt-ridden conscience propelling him to make amends.

Prithvi sprinted through the deserted streets, his eyes scanning the crowded sidewalks for a glimpse of Sanyogita's fleeing figure. The cool night air whipped through his hair as he dodged pedestrians, his heart racing with concern.

Finally, he spotted her near a taxi stand, her slender form silhouetted against the neon lights. She stood motionless, hands clasped tight against her chest, eyes shut as if praying. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated her anguish.

Prithvi approached cautiously, his footsteps quiet on the pavement. "Sanyogita," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the city.

She startled, wiping the sweat from her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to face him. Her heart trembled in her throat, and her face was etched with shame.

Prithvi stepped closer, his voice laced with sincerity. "I'm sorry, Sanyogita. Whatever happened was a mistake. I've come to apologize."

Sanyogita's eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks still flushed from their almost-kiss, she took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "Sir, let's not discuss this further. It's late, and I really must go." Her tone measured, layered with professionalism, belied her inner turmoil.

"I understand," Prithvi said, his voice gentle. "But please know that my intention wasn't to make you uncomfortable. You're an invaluable member of our office, and I value our professional relationship."

Sanyogita's hands clasped together, her posture rigid. "Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your understanding." Her words were laced with relief.

The memory of their lips almost touching lingered, making the air thick with unspoken tension. Prithvi's gaze lingered on her, his expression softening. He couldn't shake the feeling of what could have been if the glass hadn't shattered.

"I'll drop you," he offered, his tone polite, but laced with a hint of longing.

Sanyogita's refusal was immediate, her words tumbling out in haste. "No, Sir, I can manage. Really, it's fine." She edged away, her eyes still averted, struggling to reconcile her attraction with the professionalism she strove to maintain.

"Please, Sanyogita, at least let me ensure you get home safely," Prithvi pressed, his brow furrowed with concern.

Sanyogita's voice firmed. "No, Sir. I'll be fine." She turned and hastily hailed a taxi nearby.

As she slipped into the cab, Prithvi called out, "Sanyogita?"

She turned, her eyes meeting his briefly. "Yes, Sir?"

"Take care," Prithvi said softly.

Sanyogita's response was barely audible. "You too, Sir." The taxi door closed, and she disappeared into the night.

Prithvi's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing her unease. He nodded curtly. "Very well. Goodnight, Sanyogita." The words felt hollow, leaving unspoken emotions hanging.

Sanyogita's response was barely audible. "Goodnight, Sir." She turned and hastily hailed a taxi nearby, her heart racing with conflicting desires.

As she slipped into the cab, Prithvi's gaze followed, his expression thoughtful. He stood there, lost in contemplation, the city's nocturnal sounds swirling around him. The weight of unfulfilled longing settled heavy on his chest.

Inside the taxi, Sanyogita let out a shaky breath. Her mind wrestled with the implications of her attraction to Prithvi. Crossing the line from employee to something more would jeopardize her career and integrity.

The taxi pulled away, leaving Prithvi standing alone, surrounded by the faint scent of her perfume and the haunting question: What if?

Prithvi stood transfixed, his gaze trailing the path Sanyogita's taxi had taken, disappearing into the night's embrace. The city's vibrant sounds faded, replaced by the echo of their unfinished moment.

His eyes drifted upward, toward the sky, where a lone moon hung, a silver crescent in the darkness. The stars were absent, leaving only an inky expanse that mirrored his mood.

Prithvi's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of emotions: longing, regret, and uncertainty. He felt the weight of what could have been, the almost-kiss lingering like an unspoken promise.

With a deep breath, he turned and slid into his car, the leather seat creaking softly. The key turned in the ignition, and the engine purred to life.

As he pulled away from the curb, Prithvi's gaze returned to the rearview mirror, his eyes locking onto the vacant space where Sanyogita's taxi had vanished. The city's lights blurred, a kaleidoscope of color, but his focus remained on the memory of her.

The drive home was a blur, his mind consumed by the what-ifs and maybes. The loneliness of the night seemed to seep into his bones, and for the first time, his luxurious penthouse apartment felt empty, a hollow sanctuary.

Meanwhile, in the taxi, Sanyogita leaned back, her eyes closed, attempting to calm her racing thoughts. Her heart still fluttered from their encounter, and the memory of Prithvi's piercing gaze lingered.

"Why did I have to work for him?" she whispered to herself, frustration and attraction warring within. "Why did he have to be my boss?"

The taxi driver's voice interrupted her reverie. "Madam, we're approaching your destination."

Sanyogita opened her eyes, reality snapping back into focus. She paid the fare and stepped out into the cool night air, her thoughts still tangled in the web of her emotions.

As she entered her room , Sanyogita couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to take a dramatic turn – one that would challenge her professionalism, her emotions, and her very sense of self.

**************

The next day, Sanyogita maintained a deliberate distance from Prithvi, citing work-related issues as her excuse. Her body language screamed unease – crossed arms, averted eyes, and measured responses.

Prithvi noticed the change, his perceptive gaze detecting the subtle tension in her shoulders. He understood, and shame washed over him. Last night's incident at the party still lingered, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd overstepped.

As they worked together, Prithvi struggled to reconcile his emotions. Why was it so difficult to control his feelings around Sanyogita? He wondered if he'd lost his edge, his usual composure crumbling in her presence.

She was everywhere, yet seemed worlds away – seven oceans apart, as the saying went. Her proximity taunted him, a constant reminder of what he couldn't have. Sanyogita had become a haunting melody, echoing in his mind, refusing to fade.

She was that Broken dream Of him that neither he wanted to forget nor he had the power to conceal it.

Prithvi's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of longing and regret. He'd never had her, yet she'd become an integral part of him – an unshakeable presence that left him questioning his own emotions.

Prithvi's contemplation was interrupted by his assistant's voice over the intercom. "Sir, Vishal Kapoor is here to see you."

He nodded, composing himself, and stood up to greet his guest. Vishal Kapoor burst into the cabin, a radiant smile spreading across his face.

"Hello, Mr. Malhotra! It's an absolute pleasure to meet you again!" Vishal exclaimed, his voice dripping with gratitude, as if the encounter would make his day.

Prithvi's face mirrored a warm welcome. "Good to see you too, Vishal. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the plush leather chair opposite his desk.

Vishal settled in, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Mr. Malhotra, I wanted to acknowledge our new partnership. We've officially become business associates, but I'd like to think we're also friends now."

Prithvi leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'd like that, Vishal. Our collaboration holds great promise. I'm eager to explore the possibilities."

Vishal's face lit up, his expression reflecting his admiration for Prithvi. "I'm honored to be working alongside someone of your caliber, Mr. Malhotra. Your expertise will undoubtedly propel our venture to new heights."

Prithvi leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Vishal's. "I'm impressed with your innovative approach, Vishal. Our combined expertise will undoubtedly yield remarkable results."

Vishal beamed, his face radiating pride. "Thank you, Mr. Malhotra. Your guidance and support mean the world to me."

Prithvi smiled, his expression softening. "Call me Prithvi, Vishal. We're partners now. No need for formalities."

Vishal's grin widened. "Of course, Prithvi. I'll make sure to remember that."

As they delved into the details of their partnership, Prithvi's mind occasionally drifted to Sanyogita. He wondered if she was watching from her desk, her observant eyes taking in the scene.

Their discussion concluded, Vishal's face lit up with a delighted smile. "Thank you again, Prithvi. I'm excited for our collaboration."

Prithvi's gaze lingered on Vishal, his mind wandering beneath the surface. What had prompted Vishal to schedule this meeting? He sensed an underlying motive, but Vishal's enthusiasm was infectious.

Just then, Sanyogita glide into the cabin, her confident stride commanding attention. "Sir, I've brought the latest designs for your review," she announced, spreading vibrant images across Prithvi's desk.

Vishal's eyes darted toward Sanyogita, his gaze lingering on her poised figure. Prithvi caught the fleeting glance, his instincts prickling. Was Vishal interested in Sanyogita professionally or personally?

"As you can see, our team has reworked the layout," Sanyogita explained, her voice crisp and professional. "The new design should enhance user experience."

Prithvi's focus returned to the discussion, but his awareness of Vishal's interest in Sanyogita persisted. He listened intently as Sanyogita outlined their next project, her passion for the work evident.

Vishal's gaze drifted back to Sanyogita, his expression thoughtful. Prithvi's observation deepened, sensing a subtle undercurrent. Was Vishal's attention merely admiration or something more?

Vishal's eyes roamed from the sketches to Sanyogita, his gaze lingering on her face. "Miss Sharma, it's beautiful... I mean, all these designs. You're an incredibly talented girl, and I have a weakness for talented people." His tone dripped with flirtation, his smile charming.

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, her eyes darting to Prithvi before returning to Vishal. "Thank you, Mr. Kapoor. Your approval means a lot to us."

Prithvi's gaze snapped to Vishal, his eyes narrowing. Beneath the praise, he detected a subtle undercurrent of flirtation. His jaw clenched, a primal instinct stirring. He watched Vishal with an intense, predatory gaze, as if sizing up potential competition.

Vishal, oblivious to Prithvi's growing unease, continued, "I must say, your creativity is captivating. I'd love to discuss these designs further, perhaps over dinner?" His voice was laced with suggestions.

Sanyogita's smile faltered, her discomfort evident. "I... appreciate the offer, Mr. Kapoor, but I think we should focus on the project.

She maintained her professional tone, despite the warmth spreading through her chest. Last night's incident flashed in her mind – Vishal's persistent attempts to approach her.

Vishal's eyes sparkled with interest. "By the way, Miss Sharma, you can call me Vishal. As they say, naam leke bulane se aapna sa lagta hai." His voice dripped with charm.

Sanyogita's smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ji Sir."

Vishal chuckled. "Phir se... sir... No sir... Only Vishal."

"Okay, Vishal," Sanyogita replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Prithvi's gaze turned icy, his eyes narrowing as he watched the exchange. A pang of jealousy stabbed at his gut, the feeling intensifying with each passing moment. Didn't Vishal have his eyes on anyone else?

Vishal's tone shifted, taking on a flirtatious edge. "Btw, I want you... " He paused, chuckling, but Sanyogita's eyes grew wider, her smile faltering.

Prithvi's cough cut through the tension, his face darkening.

Sanyogita's gaze drifted to Prithvi, the glass of water poised in her hand. But before she could offer it, Prithvi waved his hand, signaling he'd get it himself.

Vishal's voice cut through the moment, his tone hopeful. "I mean, I want you to design some clothes for my family too."

Sanyogita's eyes dotted between her Boss and Mr.Kapoor. but she held back her composure calm and collected.

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. When a man involved his family in meeting a girl, it usually signified serious intentions.

Vishal's eyes sparkled, awaiting Sanyogita's response. "Okay... Si..." she began, her voice hesitant.

Vishal's left eyebrow arched, his face alight with anticipation.

Sanyogita's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Okay, Vishal."

Vishal's grin exploded, as if he'd conquered Mount Everest. His eyes gleamed with triumph, and he leaned back in his chair, exuding confidence.

Prithvi's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Vishal. A warning bell tolled in his mind – Vishal's interest in Sanyogita went beyond professional.

Sanyogita, oblivious to the undercurrents, continued, "I'd be happy to discuss your family's design preferences."

Vishal's enthusiasm bubbled over. "Fantastic! I'll arrange a meeting with my mother and sister. They'll love your work."

As Vishal pulled out his phone to schedule the meeting, Prithvi's unease deepened. He sensed Vishal's strategic maneuvering, using his family to win Sanyogita's trust.

Vishal's grin stretched across his face, triumphant, as if he'd conquered Mount Everest. Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with discomfort. His gaze oscillated between Vishal and Sanyogita, his thoughts simmering with unease.

Yet, with Vishal, she seemed effortlessly at ease. Prithvi's jealousy flared, as if he'd been submerged in a pool of scorching red chili.

Vishal's eagerness was palpable. "So, when will we meet?" He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Sanyogita.

Sanyogita's eyebrows wrinkled, her expression peculiar – a mix of surprise and wariness. "I... wasn't sure," she began.

Vishal swiftly rectified his question. "I mean, when I come to pick you up for the design consultation, as before that, you'll need to meet my sister. She's eager to discuss her clothing designs with you."

Sanyogita's face relaxed, her smile returning. "That sounds fine. I'll make sure to adjust my schedule."

Prithvi's discomfort intensified. Vishal's casual mention of picking Sanyogita up, coupled with her willingness, ignited a fire within him. He felt like an outsider, watching their easy interaction with growing resentment.

As Vishal and Sanyogita finalized the details, Prithvi's mind wandered. Why did Sanyogita's smile come so easily for Vishal, yet remain elusive for him? The thought gnawed at his pride. Indeed he was that much jealous as if anyone drained him in a pool full of red chili.

Sanyogita's smile illuminated her face. "Okay, Sunday will be fine. I hope you don't have any issues."

Vishal's response dripped with charm. "Sure, ek dum... I can wait for you so long. I mean, my sister will wait for your design for so long." His lover-boy smile made Prithvi's irritation simmer.

Prithvi's gaze had witnessed enough of the exchange. Frustration boiled over, and he burst in, his voice laced with annoyance. "Miss Sharma, you've forgotten that this Sunday we have an urgent meeting in the morning, and it will continue into the afternoon."

Sanyogita's confusion was palpable as she shifted her gaze to Prithvi. "Sir, which meeting? I checked, and there wasn't any meeting scheduled that day. Plus, the office is closed on Sundays."

Prithvi's anger strained against his composed facade. "Miss Sharma, I don't care about other offices. In my office, rules and regulations are made according to my wishes. And I'm your boss. Why must I remind you every time there's an important meeting?" His tone bit with controlled irritation.

" What's going on in this office?? When and where the meeting will be held it should be your mind always stay?? " Prithvi was controlling his anger. He was irritated , frustrated.

Sanyogita's eyes widened, taken aback by Prithvi's outburst. "I... I apologize, Sir. I wasn't aware."

Sanyogita's eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, Sir... I should keep in mind." Her tone conveyed defeat.

Prithvi's expression remained unyielding. "Miss Sharma, we don't pay you to apologize. I want results. You'll complete these 30 files today, before office hours end. Understand?" His gaze bore into hers.

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her face pale. "Sir, 30... it's impossible. It's already 1:30, and my lunch break is almost over."

Prithvi's stance didn't waver. "Those aren't my problems. I expect all files to be ready by today's office hours "

Sanyogita's voice trembled. "Sir..." Her plea was met with silence.

Prithvi rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and commanding. He slipped one hand into his pants pocket, the other gesturing toward the wooden cabinet. "Take those files, Miss Sharma."

Vishal's eyes darted between Prithvi and Sanyogita, alarm etched on his face. He intervened, attempting to rescue Sanyogita. "Mr. Malhotra, consider giving her two days."

Prithvi cut him off, his voice still razor-sharp. "No need. Miss Sharma will prioritize her work commitments." His glare lingered on Sanyogita before shifting to Vishal.

Vishal's mouth closed, his expression frozen in surprise.

Prithvi's gaze turned icy. "Mr. Kapoor, in my company, decisions are mine to make. Punctuality and uninterrupted work are non-negotiable."

The air was thick with unspoken tension, Prithvi's authority and frustration palpable.

Prithvi's eyes flashed with a warning, his voice low and even. "Vishal, I think we've covered enough for today. Shall we schedule a follow-up meeting?" His tone brokered no argument.

Vishal's grin remained, but his eyes flickered with awareness. "Of course, Prithvi. Sorry about that."

Sanyogita gathered the files, her hands struggling to hold the piles. Vishal stepped forward, concerned etched on his face. "Let me help."

"It's okay, Vishal. I'll manage," Sanyogita replied, her voice strained. She exited the cabin, frustration and outrage simmering beneath her composed exterior.

Prithvi watched her leave, his gaze lingering on the closed door. Then, he turned to Vishal, whose expression betrayed his dismay.

Sanyogita seized the opportunity to exit. "Mr.kapoor please you'll excuse me, I have some tasks to attend to."

Vishal looked bewildered, he tried to do something to rescue Sanyogita from the burden of work. As he planned to flop .

As she left, Vishal's gaze lingered on her retreating figure. Prithvi's jaw clenched, his emotions seething beneath the surface.

Prithvi's gaze lingered on the door, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched Sanyogita disappear from view. Then, his attention shifted to Vishal, whose expression betrayed his dismay.

Vishal's face fell, his jaw slackening as he realized his plans had been foiled. His eyes, once bright with hope, now dimmed with disappointment.

Prithvi's lips curled into a subtle, triumphant smile. Deep within, he reveled in his victory, his thoughts echoing with possessiveness. "Bravo! Vishal, sorry to pour water on your plans, but Sanyogita is mine alone... Sanyo sirf Prithvi ki hai aur kisi ki nahi."

The air seemed to vibrate with Prithvi's unspoken declaration, his dominance asserted. Vishal's presence faded into the background, his aspirations reduced to ashes.

Vishal's face reflected his stunned reality. He stood frozen, his departure delayed by his incredulity. Finally, he turned, his footsteps echoing through the cabin as he exited, defeated.

Prithvi's gaze followed Vishal out, his smile still etched on his face. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his chest swelling with a sense of ownership.

**********

Sanyogita trudged back to her seat, files slumping onto the desk as she collapsed into her chair. Her body language screamed exhaustion, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

She dropped her face into her hands, fingers digging into her scalp as frustration boiled over.

"Why does he have it out for me?" she muttered, voice laced with exasperation. "Why does this man have so many problems with me?"

Her whispers escalated into a heated monologue. "Miss Sharma, you didn't pay attention? Miss Sharma, where is your mind? Do they pay me to apologize 24/7?"

Sanyogita's face remained buried in her hands, her voice muffled but anguish evident. She rocked gently, a soothing motion belied by her inner turmoil.

"Whoa, whoa," she whispered, the words a futile attempt to calm her racing thoughts.

Her chest heaved, lungs struggling to slow her rapid breathing. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

The office around her faded into the background, leaving only the echo of Prithvi's criticisms and her own simmering resentment.

Sanyogita's frustration boiled over, her curses aimed squarely at the universe. "God, why did you make him my boss?!"

She crumpled a napkin in her fist, wiping away the tears of frustration that threatened to spill. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper.

"If I were in his place, I'd kick him out of my office without a second thought." Her eyes flashed with anger.

Sunday's brief respite seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the looming specter of Monday's meeting with Prithvi.

"What have I done to deserve this torment?" Sanyogita's voice cracked. "He's merciless, heartless, and insane!"

Her stomach growled, reminding her she'd skipped lunch. "And to top it off, he doesn't even care if I've eaten."

Sanyogita's imagination ran wild with dark fantasies. "I'll kill that khadoos, slowly...drowning him in chili sauce...no, frying him in a scorching pan." Her eyes blazed with fury.

"He'll beg for mercy, but I won't relent. I'll make him suffer, shout at him just like he does daily." Her voice rose, echoing through the office.

Sanyogita shook her head, her long hair whipping around her face. "My anger won't subside...not until he pays for what he's done."

Her words ended in a strangled whisper, "I hateeeeeeeee thissssssss mannnnnnnnnnn!"

As Sanyogita's outburst faded, she slumped back in her chair, exhausted. Her anger still simmered, but reality began to seep in.

She glanced around the office, ensuring no one had witnessed her meltdown. The surrounding cubicles seemed quiet, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

With a deep breath, Sanyogita attempted to compose herself. She smoothed her hair, dabbed at her tears, and straightened her blouse.

But her gaze kept drifting back to Prithvi's office. The man was a puzzle she couldn't solve. Why did he target her?

Determination ignited within her. She wouldn't let Prithvi break her.

Sanyogita booted up her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as she dived into her work. Focus would be her shield against Prithvi's barbs.

As the hours passed, her concentration never wavered. She'd show Prithvi her strength.

The office began to empty, colleagues bidding farewell as they left for the day.

Sanyogita remained, lost in her work, until the silence enveloped her.

Suddenly, the intercom buzzed. "Miss Sharma, please report to my office."

Prithvi's voice sent shivers down her spine.
.........

Prithvi called for Sanyogita frequently in his cabin to get the details regarding the meeting and how long she proceeded or how many files she had completed till then.

" Miss Sharma, I know you're angry now but don't eat or tear those files in frustration . Those files are very important "

Sanyogita shot her boss a ferocious glance, her voice barely above a whisper
" how Khadooos you are!! Still thinking about the files ... I think Instead of food one should provide him with piles of files and meetings. How could he be hungry From the morning to evening his appetite fills by giving a lecture to me "

Prithvi heard her blubbering something, as leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Miss Sharma...Don't forget to prioritize those files, Miss Sharma. I expect nothing but excellence."

Sanyogita's gaze locked onto his, a silent rebellion brewing. Her voice remained professional, but her eyes betrayed her frustration. "Of course, Sir."

"Yes Sir .. I'll keep that in mind," she said with a tight expression and started to walk towards the gate , her strides purposeful.

Prithvi's voice halted her departure, firm but laced with humor. "Miss Sharma."

Sanyogita's steps faltered, irritation etched on her face. She spun around, her eyes flashing with the annoyance " Aab Kya hai Sir ''

Prithvi raised an eyebrow, his commanding presence filling the room. Inwardly, he struggled to contain his laughter. "Thoda muskura toh sakti hai na?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mirth.

Sanyogita's eyelids fluttered shut, her jaw clenched in disgust. Then, she opened them, forcing her cheeks into an exaggerated, silly grin. "Hihiihii... Yes, Sir... My heart is overflowing with joy, and my smile is totally not forced." Her voice dripped with mock politeness, her tone biting.

Prithvi's gaze remained fixed on the file in his hand, his expression unyielding. Yet, his eyes sparkled with amusement, betraying his straight-laced demeanor. "Good," he said, his voice measured.

Sanyogita's frustration boiled over. "Sir, if I smile any further, my face might crack. Can I go now?"

Prithvi's lips twitched. "Not yet, Miss Sharma. I want to see my special assistant smile while working in the office ."

Sanyogita rolled her eyes. "Of course, Sir. I live for your entertainment."

Prithvi chuckled, his composure slipping. "Well played," he said, his voice measured.

As Sanyogita exited the cabin, Prithvi's composure crumbled. He nodded sideways, a slow smile spreading across his face. Her reactions were irresistible, and he couldn't help but find her endearing.

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. Sanyogita's exaggerated grin replayed in his mind, and his smile deepened.

Prithvi's gaze drifted toward Sanyogita's workstation on the screen of CCTV , his eyes flicking toward her at intervals. He monitored her progress, his expression a mask of professionalism.

Just then, Arjun, his personal assistant, approached him. "Sir, I overheard Miss Sharma not have time for lunch. She's been working non-stop."

Prithvi's brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. He nodded curtly. "Arjun, arrange for some food to be sent to her desk. Now."

Arjun nodded and swiftly departed to fulfill the request.

Minutes later, a steaming tray of food appeared at Sanyogita's workstation. The aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables wafted up, enticing her.

Sanyogita's eyes widened as she took in the spread. Her gaze lifted, searching for the sender. When she Prithvi's, his expression neutral, yet his eyes betraying a hint of consideration.

It was late at night, and almost all the employees left the office except Sanyogita.

When Prithvi left he found Sanyogita was still in the cabinet busy with the files. He took steps towards her.

" Didn't you want to go home? ""

Sanyogita pulled her face to take a glance at his face. Although she heard the voice the question seemed to her as if he was mocking her it was he who gave her the burden of work but again it was he who showed her concern at night. Either this man has a mental disorder or he loves to give her shocks by his sudden estranged decision.

"Sir , You said on the day I have to complete all these files before the end of office hours tonight so how could I be so careless as I am an irresponsible employee," she taunts the last line indirectly.

Prithvi understood her words and what she was exactly meaning, he suppressed his smile and said with a friendly toned " although I said that in the day "

" Sir only today??? ... You have said these things since I joined the office. Miss Sharma it's your fault.. miss Sharma you are not careful, where is your mind?? Why did you come late?? Why do you forget everything ?? Sir, I'm damn sure there isn't any meeting on Sunday but still, you shouted at me today even in front of Vishal and My Sunday planning has spoil "

Prithvi kept his hands close to his chest listening to her grumble, he raised his eyebrows and said " You are angry because I scolded you in front of Vishal And you have to cancel the meeting with him on Sunday?? "

Sanyogita paused and bit her lips " No .. I didn't mean that.. you are my boss after all you can scold me on anything and anywhere. " A few strands of hair fell on either side of her face.

Prithvi heard Miss a beat, he found her expression cute.