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Author’s POV

The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of RJ Fashions Ltd, casting geometric shadows on the polished floors. Dhruv had arrived early, as usual, mentally preparing for a day of mentoring interns. Today, his attention was inevitably drawn to Piya. She had arrived with a new air of coldness, almost militaristic in its precision. Gone was the soft, sensitive girl who would timidly ask for help. Today, her cheeks still flushed when he glanced at her—an involuntary reaction—but her eyes were blank, her expressions muted.

During the afternoon review session, Dhruv noticed the change in her demeanor. She answered every question with curt, clipped responses, completely devoid of emotion.

“Sir, the sketches are updated as per your notes,” she said, voice flat.

“Files have been merged and the presentation is ready,” she added without looking up.

“And the color samples are aligned with the theme,” she finished, her words robotic.

Dhruv watched silently, observing the subtle tension in her posture. Something was off. He called her aside, keeping his tone gentle, masking concern with professional calm.

“Piya… is everything okay? You seem… different today,” he asked quietly.

She glanced at him, her expression still blank. “Everything is fine, sir. I’m just focusing on my work.”

He studied her for a moment longer, then chose not to press. Instead, he subtly helped her manage the heavier tasks, even completing part of her design board work himself without drawing attention from Varsha, whose eyes were already narrowing at Piya’s efficiency.

By midday, the tension escalated as Naksh arrived to work with Piya on a joint project. Naksh had always been over-familiar, crossing lines under the guise of flirtation.

“Piya, you always look so… innocent. I could just get lost in those eyes,” he said, leaning too close, his hand brushing hers as he pointed at the fabric samples.

She recoiled, taking a step back. “Naksh, this is work. Keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirked, leaning again, whispering, “Oh come on… just a little fun. You know you like it.”

“I don’t,” she said sharply, turning away. “And I won’t.”

Even now, during this project, Naksh tried again, his voice low and suggestive.

“You know, I was thinking last time… maybe we could continue that little conversation over dinner. Just the two of us,” he murmured, inching closer.

Piya’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped back firmly. “Naksh. I said leave it. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me like that.”

Naksh’s smirk faltered, but he let it go—for now—eyeing her with frustration. Piya exhaled, her chest tightening, and refocused on her work, determined not to let him rattle her.

The day dragged on, and the weight of constant vigilance wore her down. The next morning, Dhruv noticed her struggling with a heavy cartoon box Varsha had handed her. Without thinking, he stepped forward.

“Piya, let me help you with that,” he said calmly.

She spun around, her frustration boiling over. “I’ll handle it! I’ve been handling everything for a year without your help. Why now? Why are you suddenly caring? Go to Pihu and—go! Fvck her if you want!”

His eyes darkened, the calm intensity in his gaze shifting to something dangerously controlled. “Don’t cross your limits, Miss Basu. Give me the box. It’s your second day of periods; your stomach will hurt if you lift it.”

Piya froze, dumbfounded. She snatched the box anyway, her face burning with embarrassment, and left. But the words hit her later—how did he know?

At lunchtime, curiosity and a lingering sense of hurt drove her to confront him. She approached Dhruv in the office lounge, Varsha and Pihu present. Her voice trembled despite her effort to remain composed.

“How… how did you know I’m on my periods?” she asked quietly, eyes on the floor.

Dhruv looked at her, expression casual, almost detached. “Because… I used to date you. I knew everything.”

Her lips trembled, and a few tears threatened to spill. The blank mask she had worn earlier faltered, and her shoulders shook as she tried to hold back the sobs. Quietly, she turned and left, retreating to the bathroom to collect herself.

Dhruv reached out instinctively, his voice softening just enough for her to hear. “Baby… Butterfly…” he murmured, but she was already gone, leaving him to stare after her, caught between duty and a strange, stubborn sense of care he refused to acknowledge fully.

When Piya returned to her desk, her face was calm again — almost unreadable. But Varsha was watching her.

Closely.

There was something about Piya that irritated her beyond logic. The quiet strength. The way she still managed to stand tall despite everything. And most of all… the way Dhruv’s eyes sometimes followed her without him realizing.

Varsha’s nails tapped against her desk as she stared in Piya’s direction, her mind already calculating her next move.

And then she saw it.

Naksh walked toward Piya’s seat.

A slow smile curved on her lips.

Naksh leaned over Piya’s desk, pretending to guide her through a design layout. He bent down deliberately, placing one hand on the desk beside her and the other behind her chair — effectively trapping her between his arms.

From a distance, it looked intimate.

Too intimate.

Piya stiffened immediately.

“Naksh, I can see the screen perfectly fine. Please move,” she said coldly.

“Relax, Piya,” he murmured near her ear. “I’m just helping. You look tense… you should loosen up a little.”

She tried to shift her chair back, but his arm blocked her. “I said move.”

Across the floor, Dhruv saw them.

His jaw tightened.

His eyes darkened instantly.

For a second, he was about to walk straight toward them — the instinct sharp and possessive.

But he stopped. His expression hardened.

He turned around and walked back into his cabin instead. He had no right. And he reminded himself of that.

Varsha noticed everything.

The way Dhruv almost moved. The way he stopped.

Her smirk deepened. She picked up the intercom. “Mr. Naksh, come to my cabin.”

Naksh glanced once at Piya before straightening up. “Duty calls,” he said with a wink that made her stomach churn.

Inside Varsha’s cabin, Naksh walked in casually and dropped into the chair opposite her. Then, without permission, he leaned back and rested his legs on the table.

“What’s the matter, ma’am?” he asked lazily.

Varsha frowned at his audacity but ignored it.

“You want a fling with Piya, right?”

Naksh’s lips curved slowly. “Of course. She’s pretty. And the stubborn ones are always more fun. Today or tomorrow… she’ll fall for me.”

Varsha’s expression remained calculating. “Ignore your fantasies for a second and listen carefully.”

He raised a brow.

“Tonight, you and Piya will be assigned extra work. Just the two of you. Stay back late.”

A knowing look passed between them.

“And then?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

Varsha leaned back in her chair. “Then you can have your ways with her. Just make sure it doesn’t trace back to me.”

Naksh smirked wider. “Ohhh… so sweet of you, bestieee.”

“Get out,” she snapped.

He stood up, adjusted his blazer, and walked out with a confident swagger.

Varsha watched him leave, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Across the floor, Piya sat unaware of the plan being woven around her.

And inside his cabin, Dhruv stood near the glass window, hands in his pockets, staring blankly outside.

But his jaw was still clenched.

Because even if he told himself he didn’t care anymore…

His silence was beginning to feel heavier than indifference.

Los Angeles

It was their last day in LA. Their flight to Paris was at midnight, yet instead of packing peacefully, Diya was in full dramatic mode.

Viransh leaned against the table with his arms crossed, watching her with an unimpressed expression.

“Angle, stop being stubborn.”

Diya gasped loudly. “Hawwwww sirrrr! You just called me stubborn? You—you—” she stuttered dramatically, placing a hand on her chest as if deeply wounded.

Then suddenly her eyes sparkled with mischief.

She sniffed exaggeratedly. “You’re very rich, sir. I’m so poor. You travel the world without any trouble. I just want to travel… that’s all…” She turned toward the window and fake-sniffed again.

Viransh didn’t even blink. “Miss Kasani, you earn twenty lakh per month as the tech head of this company because you are exceptionally skilled. And that is not even your total income. That is just the amount I pay in case our tech team fails. Do I need to mention your actual salary as my PA?”

Her lips twitched.

“But sir… still I’m poor compared to you. Your monthly turnover is in million crores and I merely earn one crore per month.”
(behen itna poor mujhey bhi banadeyyy 🤧😭)

He raised a brow. “And do you really think a fresher earns one crore per month?”

She shut her mouth immediately.

“You know what? It’s okay. Never mind,” she muttered dramatically.

The real problem? Her shopping wasn’t done.

Viransh sighed, thinking the drama was finally over.

But then her phone rang.

She picked it up and instantly her expression changed.

“Mumm-mumma…” she hiccupped.

Viransh’s eyes widened.

“Kya hua baccha?” Viraksh ji asked immediately.

“You know what happened…” she sniffed loudly.

“Diya beta, stop crying first and then speak,” Ramya ji said gently.

Viraksh’s tone hardened. “Where is my good-for-nothing son? Why are you crying?”

Diya turned toward Viransh with tear-filled eyes.

And smirked.

He stared at her in horror.

“You know A-ansh… he is very mean,” she cried dramatically. “I just wanted to shop for you guys… for Aarav, Arnav, Devank bhai, Rajveer bhai, Rudraksh, for Arya, Shreya, Ananta, Ruhi, Laya, Piya… and my brother Harsh… and he’s scolding me all the time!”

Viransh’s jaw dropped slightly.

“I came to three countries! I need to gift at least three things to each of them! And he made me work for ten days continuously without break. He even starved me — mumma knows it! Now we leave at 2 a.m. It’s already 4 p.m.! I was requesting him for three hours and he said I waste time and don’t work and I’m spoiled because of papa!”

Viransh stared at her like she had just betrayed the nation.

“Diya bacchey,” Viraksh ji said sternly, “give the phone to my so-called son.”

She obediently handed him the phone, instantly wiping her tears and grabbing her junk food like she was ready for a live show.

“Hello, papa.”

“I never expected this from you, Viransh Rajvanshi,” Ramya ji said firmly.

“How could you hurt such a sweet girl?” Viraksh demanded. “If you don’t want her as your PA, I’ll keep her as mine!”

Viransh closed his eyes briefly.

“Viransh,” Ramya ji continued, her tone softer but disappointed, “let her shop for her loved ones. That innocent girl is crying because of you. I am disappointed.”

That word hit 'Disappointed'. His face went blank.

“Miss Diya,” he said in a controlled voice after handing the phone back, “you may go wherever you want. Take the bodyguards if needed. Just reach the airport before 2 a.m. I will not stop you.”

“YOU will take her shopping now,” Viraksh ji ordered.

“Fine, dad. Miss Kasani, get ready.”

He walked away.

Diya stared after him, guilt slowly creeping in.

“Mumma… baba… woh…” she began softly.

Viraksh chuckled lightly. “Drama queen. We know you were fake crying.”

Ramya ji laughed softly. “Diya, you would never cry like that unless you were truly hurt.”

She looked down.

“But,” Viraksh continued more seriously, “he wasn’t acting.”

Diya’s heart skipped. “What do you mean?”

“He sounded hurt,” Ramya ji said gently.

“He doesn’t mind you troubling him,” Viraksh added. “He minds disappointing us. And today, because of you, he heard that from his mother.”

Diya’s throat tightened.

“They are both stubborn,” Ramya ji sighed softly. “And both care more than they show.”

Viraksh spoke warmly, “You are brave enough to create chaos, beta. Now be mature enough to fix it.”

Diya nodded slowly. “Okay…” She ended the call quietly.

For the first time, she didn’t feel victorious.

She felt guilty.

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Diya got ready in silence.

Red high-waist trousers. Baby blue oversized shirt. Golden accessories. Hair left open.

She looked radiant.

But when she stepped outside, Viransh stood near the car with his jaw clenched and eyes completely blank.

The drive was silent.

She tried speaking.

He only hummed.

For nearly three hours he took her from one place to another without complaint, without expression, without warmth.

At 6:45 p.m., she spoke softly. “Sir…”

He hummed.

“We’ll go to The Echo Park Swan Boats.”

He nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting by the softly glowing water. The swan boats floated under golden lights, the city hum distant.

They sat in silence. And Diya finally realized—

She may have won the argument. But she had hurt him. And Viransh wasn’t angry. He was wounded. And that difference was far more dangerous.

The water shimmered softly under the night lights. The illuminated swan boats moved slowly across the lake, their reflections dancing like broken stars.

But between them, silence sat heavier than the night.

Diya finally gathered the courage.

“Sir… I’m sorry.”

No response.

He didn’t even look at her.

She hesitantly moved closer and lightly rubbed his sleeve, almost like a guilty child trying to seek attention. Her head hung low, shoulders slightly slumped.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Her face was barely visible in the dim lighting.

“I’m sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said softly.

Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear it.

The lights around them were intentionally dim to highlight the swan boats, making her expression hard to read.

She swallowed.

“I… I don’t know. I just wanted to trouble you for some time,” she admitted honestly. “I promise I won’t ask you for shopping in Paris and London.”

She paused.

Her fingers tightened slightly over his sleeve.

“I think… I became very comfortable with you. Maybe I shouldn’t have. You’re my boss… I forgot that.”

She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her breathing.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I won’t talk more than needed again.”

What he couldn’t see—

Her eyes were already filled.

Guilt had crept in deeper than she expected.

Tears slid silently down her cheeks, unnoticed in the darkness.

Her voice trembled at the end, but she forced herself to stay composed.

And what neither Diya nor the world knew—

Viransh was pretending.

He had seen through her fake crying earlier.

He had noticed the subtle eye signal from his mother.

He knew.

Ramya ji had played along intentionally.

He wasn’t actually hurt by the drama.

He was testing her.

Testing how much she valued their bond.

Testing whether her comfort with him was casual… or meaningful.

Viransh’s POV

As she spoke in hurt, she released my sleeve. I tried to understand her feelings. Now I knew she was honestly hurt, really guilty. But I felt a sharp pang listening to her words. Did I hurt her with my behavior? My subconscious mind mocked me. Shit, Vir… you hurt her? I stayed silent, listening. I wanted to hear all of it. I don’t know why she was so insecure today, but I needed to know.

“And because of me your mom is hurt,” she continued. “She felt disappointed in you. Your dad is also hurt. I’m sorry. I think I need to stay away from all of you because I know if I stay, I’ll do this drama again and your bond will be spoiled with your parents.”

She took a shaky breath. “I can’t let that happen. I adore your bond with your parents. Not everyone has a bonding like you.” She gave a bitter chuckle and then stood up. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t interfere in your life anymore.”

Interfere?

That word hit harder than anything else.

The fairy lights around us lit up as the sky darkened. I looked at her properly for the first time.

And I was in shock.

Tears.

Real tears.

Her eyes were filled with guilt.

I was testing her.

I hadn’t expected this.

I hadn’t expected real tears.

“Noor,” I called out in horror.

I stood up immediately, cupped her face, and wiped her tears. She panicked.

“Sir—sir, I don’t want to seek your attention with my tears. I—I’m really feeling guilty. It’s not like that. I just want you to accept my apology. I didn’t mean to seek attention with my tea—”

Before she could complete her sentence, I crashed my lips on her lips It wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t forceful. It was gentle. Raw. and I saw her frozen at her place and I kept on sucking her lower lip first and then her upper lip i felt her still in shock so I snaked my left hand around her waist and pinched her bare skin and she gasped in the kiss taking the change i slide my tounge in and explored her sweet mouth and I was getting addicted to her sweet taste. I realized she was overwhelmed.

I slowed down immediately.

When I felt her breath falter, I pulled away.

She was breathing deeply, cheeks flushed. She looked up at me for a second and then immediately broke eye contact.

I chuckled softly and rested my forehead against hers, closing my eyes.

After her breathing became normal, I whispered, “Noor.”

Her lashes were still wet.

“I wasn’t hurt because of the call,” I said quietly.

She blinked in confusion.

“I was hurt because you thought you needed drama to ask me for something.”

Her brows knitted slightly.

“I would have taken you shopping even if you asked once. I was just troubling you . You don’t need to manipulate situations to get your way.”

Her lips trembled. “I wasn’t manipulating… I was just being childish.”

I exhaled softly.

“And you think I don’t know that?” My tone finally lost its cold edge.

There was a pause.

“You being comfortable with me is not a mistake,” I added calmly. “Don’t punish yourself for that.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

“And don’t ever think you need to reduce yourself around me. Talk as much as you want. Fight as much as you want. Trouble me as much as you want.”

I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb.

“But don’t distance yourself thinking you crossed a line.”

Her voice was barely audible. “You weren’t disappointed?”

I gave a faint smirk.

“If I was disappointed every time you created drama, I would have resigned long ago.”

A small broken laugh escaped her through tears.

The tension dissolved slowly.

“You really scared me,” she muttered.

“You deserved it,” I replied dryly.

She hit my arm lightly.

And for the first time that evening, the silence between us wasn’t heavy.

It was peaceful.

The swan boats continued floating quietly.

But somewhere between fake drama and real tears—

Our bond shifted.

Not weaker.

Stronger.

And just like that, I had my first kiss with Diya Kasani.

My angel.

Author's pov

Los Angeles

The night around the lake felt softer after the kiss.

From a distance, the swan boats glided across the shimmering water, their reflections stretching under the golden lights. Diya stood beside Viransh, cheeks flushed, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her dress. It had been her first kiss too. The realization alone was enough to keep her heart racing.

They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, the air between them no longer heavy, but warm.

Viransh finally broke it.

“If your apology session is done, shall we leave, madam?” he asked in his deep, teasing voice.

Diya simply nodded, unable to trust her voice.

He could see it clearly—she was shy. Not dramatic. Not pretending. Just overwhelmed.

And in that quiet moment, something inside him settled.

He had understood one thing tonight.

Whoever had been part of her life before him… had hurt her deeply. Mentally. Emotionally. So much that she had developed the habit of explaining her tears. Of clarifying that she wasn’t fake crying. Of defending her own pain.

He hated that.

He didn’t want her to ever feel the need to justify her emotions again.

Whoever touched you mentally will suffer, baccha, he vowed silently. You’ll come out of your shell. You’ll live normally. Freely. I promise you that.

Without saying a word, he pulled her into a hug.

And she melted into him instantly.

After a while, they began walking hand in hand around the park. It was 8 PM in Los Angeles. The crowd was light, the night peaceful. The cool breeze carried the scent of water and distant food stalls.

But Diya’s cheeks were still pink.

Every time she looked at Viransh, he was already looking at her—with that infuriating smirk.

And she blushed harder.

He suddenly stopped near an ice cream truck and ordered a chocolate tub. Handing it to her, he said nothing.

She kept her eyes lowered and accepted it quietly, scooping small bites while admiring the night scenery.

After a few moments, she lifted her doe-like eyes and offered the tub toward him.

“Eat it, sir. It’s sweet. You’ll love it.”

He smirked. “You have it.”

“There are two spoons,” she insisted softly, already eating from one. “Eat it, sir. It’s really sweet.”

He watched her stuff a big spoon into her mouth.

“Feed me then, Angle.”

She froze.

The word.

She forgot to swallow the ice cream.

There was a small smear of chocolate near her lips.

With trembling fingers, she lifted the spoon toward him.

He looked at it.

“Not this.”

Before she could react, he leaned closer held her neck and gently kissed her, tasting the sweetness from her lips he sucked her lower lip. The moment was soft and brief, affectionate rather than intense. When he pulled back, he gave a low amused hum.

“Yes… it’s really tasty. Even sweeter.”

Diya’s eyes widened in shock.

Her face turned crimson.

A few people nearby noticed the adorable exchange and clapped lightly at the sweet couple. Mortified, she ducked her head down.

Viransh loved every second of her reaction.

He lifted her chin gently and placed a quick peck on her lips.

“Sir, please stop doing that,” she whispered.

He pecked her again. “Doing what, Angle?”

“Sir please…”

Another quick peck.

“Aap mat karo na aisey.”
(don't do that )

“Kaisey na karu?” he teased, brushing his lips lightly against her cheek this time.
(do what?)

“This… this… stop it.”

“What this? Name it.”

She shut her eyes tightly out of embarrassment.

He was enjoying this far too much.

“What should I stop, Angle?” he murmured again.

Still with eyes closed, she muttered softly, “Nothing, Ansh… it’s fine how it is.”

His teasing expression softened.

He placed one last gentle peck on her lips, lingering just a second longer before pulling back.

“That’s what you’ll call me from now on,” he said quietly. “No ‘sir’. No ‘Viransh’. Just Ansh. Okay?”

She nodded shyly.

He smiled and gave her a final peck on her forehead.

“Let’s go. It’s getting late. If we finish packing, we can leave immediately and land earlier. You can rest.”

He paused, then added lightly, “And even if I make you overwork, my mother will kill me if she finds out I’m troubling you.”

Diya closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“Sorry naaa,” she murmured softly.

And he simply laughed, intertwining their fingers again as they walked away under the glowing lights.

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Triggering scene read only if your comfortable ⚠️

Mumbai

Author’s POV

As Piya was about to leave, Varsha called her.

“Miss Piya, you are the one helping Naksh in the project, right?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Piya replied.

“You both have extra work for today. You can come late tomorrow morning, but leave only after completing the work I assigned,” Varsha said before walking away.

Piya nodded and returned to her seat.

Only Naksh and Piya were present in the office. No other staff remained except the security outside the building.

Naksh walked closer to her and spoke in a low voice, “Miss Piya, did you have any boyfriend in the past?”

She was startled. “Yes, I had one in my college days. Why are you asking this now?”

“Nothing,” he replied casually. “Just wanted to know… are you really innocent or just pretending to be?”

She sighed and didn’t answer, continuing her work.

Naksh was good-looking, but the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable.

“So you’re not that innocent,” he continued. “You might not even be a virgin, right? Who would be when they were in a relationship?”

Disgust rose in Piya’s chest, but she wasn’t weak. Life and her friends had made her bold.

“First of all, that’s cheap of you to think that way,” she replied firmly. “Not all people in relationships are there to fulfill lusty desires. Some people love the soul, not the body. I loved his soul, not his fame, not his money, not his body. And yes, I’m a virgin. And I still love him. He never crossed his limits.”

Naksh smirked. “It’s good for me though. Maybe that’s why Dhruv Rajvanshi left you—because you weren’t fulfilling his needs.”

A sharp pang hit her heart.

Is that the reason?

But then something else struck her.

What did he mean by ‘good for me’?

She ignored him and continued working.

“I don’t know how to exaggerate things, Piya,” he said plainly. “I want a one-night stand with you.”

Her heart dropped.

“I don’t want this,” she said angrily. “And you know what, sir? I’m leaving. I’ll complete the work from home and mail it to you.”

She stood up and walked toward the exit.

The glass doors were locked.

Naksh smirked and showed her the keys.

Her eyes widened.

She understood everything now.

She grabbed her phone and tried calling someone—but there was no network.

Naksh walked behind her, whistling. “It’s of no use, Miss Basu. I’ve jammed the CCTV cameras. There’s a jammer on this floor. You can’t call anyone.”

Panic gripped her heart.

He grabbed her wrist.

She pushed him.

He slapped her hard.

Her lip split, and she felt dizzy from the force. But anger surged through her veins.

She caught his right hand with her left, shoved her phone into her pocket, and slapped him hard across the face.

He was stunned by her boldness.

Without thinking twice, she grabbed a nearby object and struck him in self-defense.

“You b*tch!” he shouted in rage. “You can’t get out of here. I’ll see how you run!”

She took that as her cue.

She pressed the lift button and ran inside. It was the lift reserved only for the Rajvanshis.

She prayed silently.

Naksh took another lift and reached the same floor.

Piya rushed out, trying to find any cabin to protect herself—but all the rooms were digitally locked.

Naksh stepped out, laughing.

“Oh, sweety… it’s of no use. You can’t get in.”

Her eyes scanned desperately.

Dhruv’s cabin.

She ran toward it.

Locked.

She tried the password.

Dhruv.

Invalid.

Only four chances left.

She typed butterfly.

Wrong.

Her hands trembled.

In absentminded jealousy and desperation—

She typed Pihu.

The screen blinked.

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