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Noor walked into the office the next morning, her heart heavy with dread.
She had barely slept the previous night, haunted by Reyansh's cold words and piercing gaze.
She tried to shake the feeling off as she made her way to her desk, clutching a steaming cup of coffee for courage.
The office buzzed with activity, employees bustling about, oblivious to the storm brewing between their CEO and the new hire.
Noor tried to immerse herself in her work, but every time someone passed by her desk, she couldn't help but flinch, worried it might be Reyansh.
By midday, her fears were confirmed.
Her phone pinged with an email notification. She opened it and froze.
Subject: Presentation Assistance
From: Reyansh Malhotra
Message: Noor Sharma is to assist with the client presentation scheduled for 4 PM today. Report to the boardroom by 3:30 PM.
She reread the email three times, her hands trembling. This wasn't a request-it was a command.
>
Noor entered the boardroom with her notepad and laptop, determined to maintain her professionalism.
Reyansh was already there, standing at the head of the table, scrolling through his phone.
He didn't look up as she entered, but she felt his presence like a storm cloud looming over her.
"Sit," he said curtly, gesturing to the chair nearest him.
She obeyed, her movements stiff and awkward.
Reyansh finally looked up, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. "I assume you've reviewed the client's requirements."
"Yes, sir," she replied, keeping her tone neutral.
"Good. You'll be handling the opening of the presentation," he said, his tone devoid of warmth.
Her heart skipped a beat. "The opening?"
He leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "Is there a problem, Miss Sharma?"
"No, not at all," she said quickly. "I'll handle it."
"See that you do," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I don't tolerate mistakes."
She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
>
Noor stood at the front of the room, addressing a group of high-profile clients.
She spoke with as much confidence as she could muster, her voice steady despite the nerves twisting in her stomach.
Reyansh sat at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on her, his expression unreadable.
When she finished her part, she turned to him, hoping for some acknowledgment.
Instead, he rose from his seat and seamlessly took over the presentation, exuding confidence and authority.
His charisma filled the room, commanding attention in a way that left her feeling small and insignificant.
When the presentation ended, the clients were impressed, showering Reyansh with praise.
He accepted it gracefully, but not once did he acknowledge Noor's contribution.
>
Noor returned to her desk, feeling defeated. She had worked hard to prepare for the presentation, but Reyansh's cold demeanor and lack of acknowledgment left her questioning her efforts.
As she was packing up to leave for the day, her phone buzzed with another email.
Subject: Post-Presentation Debrief
From: Reyansh Malhotra
Message: Meet me in my office before you leave.
Her stomach churned as she made her way to his office.
>
She knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," came his voice from within.
Noor stepped inside, clutching her bag tightly. Reyansh was seated at his desk, reviewing some documents.
He gestured for her to sit without looking up.
After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "Your performance today was... acceptable."
She blinked, unsure if that was meant to be a compliment. "Thank you."
He set down his pen and looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But acceptable isn't enough in my company. I expect perfection."
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
"You were nervous," he continued. "That's a weakness. And in this industry, weakness is unacceptable."
Her fists clenched in her lap, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'll do better," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her.
His lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. "I hope so. Because I don't have time for mediocrity."
Noor stood, unable to bear his piercing gaze any longer. "Is that all?"
"For now," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You can go."
She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.
"Oh, and Ms Sharma?"
She paused, her hand on the door handle.
"Don't forget who you're dealing with," he said, his tone laced with warning.
She didn't reply, her heart pounding as she walked out of his office.
>
Reyansh watched her leave, his smirk fading as soon as the door closed.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the spot where she had stood.
She hadn't changed-not completely. She still had that fire in her, that determination to prove herself.
But he wasn't going to let her off easy.
He wanted her to feel the same pain he had felt.
To understand what it was like to be shattered and abandoned.
But as much as he tried to focus on his anger, there was a part of him-a small, stubborn part-that couldn't ignore the way her presence affected him.
He clenched his fists, determined to bury that part of himself.
This wasn't about love. It was about revenge. And he wasn't going to let her win.
>
Noor sat on her bed that night, her mind racing.
Reyansh's words replayed in her head, each one cutting deeper than the last.
She knew he was angry, that he was trying to make her suffer.
But what hurt the most was the way he looked at her-as if she meant nothing to him.
She lay down, staring at the ceiling, tears slipping down her cheeks.
She had loved Reyansh Malhotra with everything she had. And now, she didn't know if she could survive the storm he was unleashing on her.
>
It was an unusually quiet morning at the Malhotra mansion.
Reyansh sat at the breakfast table, flipping through some documents while his mother, Rajshree Malhotra, watched him from across the table.
Her sharp eyes didn't miss the tension in her elder son's demeanor.
It had been three years since he had completely buried himself in work, shutting out everything and everyone.
Rajshree finally broke the silence. "Reyansh, I need to talk to you."
He didn't look up, his focus still on the papers in his hand. "Hmm."
"Put those down for a moment," she insisted, her voice firm.
With a sigh, Reyansh set the documents aside, leaning back in his chair. "What is it, Mom?"
She folded her hands on the table, her gaze steady.
"You're 30 now. Don't you think it's time you thought about settling down?"
Reyansh's jaw tightened, and his expression hardened. "No."
Rajshree raised an eyebrow. "Just 'no'? That's all you have to say?"
"Yes, that's all," he replied coldly, picking up his papers again.
Rajshree wasn't one to back down. "You can't keep running from this, Reyansh. You've built your empire, proved yourself to everyone. But life is more than work. You need someone by your side."
Reyansh set the papers down with a thud, his dark eyes flashing with irritation. "I don't need anyone. And I don't want to discuss this."
Rajshree leaned back, observing him carefully. She knew something-or someone-was at the root of his resistance.
But before she could press further, she smiled faintly and said, "Fine. If you're so determined to avoid marriage, then I'll focus on Rohan instead."
At the mention of his younger brother, Reyansh frowned. "Rohan? What about him?"
Rajshree's smile widened. "I've decided it's time to get him married. He's 27, and unlike you, he doesn't seem to have any issues with the idea."
Reyansh's frown deepened. "And does Rohan know about this grand plan of yours?"
"Oh, he will soon," Rajshree said with a shrug. "I've already started looking for a suitable match. It's time this family had a wedding, whether you like it or not."
Reyansh stared at her, a mixture of irritation and unease flickering across his face.
"Do whatever you want," he said, his tone dismissive. "Just leave me out of it."
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Later that day, Rohan strolled into Reyansh's office at their company headquarters, a carefree grin on his face.
He was the exact opposite of his elder brother-charming, easygoing, and perpetually cheerful.
"Bhai," Rohan said, plopping down on the couch in Reyansh's office. "Guess what Mom's up to now?"
Reyansh didn't look up from his laptop. "She's arranging your marriage," he said flatly.
Rohan blinked. "Wow. Straight to the point, huh?"
Reyansh glanced at him briefly. "I told her I'm not interested, so she's set her sights on you. Enjoy the spotlight."
Rohan chuckled, leaning back. "Honestly, I don't mind. I've been thinking it's about time, you know? But I'm surprised you're so calm about it. No witty remarks? No sarcasm?"
Reyansh's lips curled into a humorless smirk. "I have better things to do than worry about Mom's matchmaking schemes."
Rohan studied his brother for a moment, his smile fading. "Bhai, are you okay? You've been different these past few years... distant. And don't say it's just work. We both know it's more than that."
Reyansh's expression darkened. "Don't analyze me, Rohan. I'm fine. Focus on your wedding or whatever Mom has planned for you."
Rohan held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll let it go. But if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me."
Reyansh didn't respond, his attention already back on his laptop.
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Late that night, Reyansh sat alone in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
He stared out the window at the city lights, his mind wandering to a pair of familiar, tear-filled eyes.
Noor.
She had been a constant presence in his thoughts for three years, no matter how hard he tried to push her away.
And now, she was back in his life, stirring up feelings he thought he had buried.
His grip tightened on the glass.
He couldn't let her affect him. Not again. He had built his empire on his own, fueled by the pain of her betrayal.
And he wasn't about to let her unravel everything he had worked for.
Reyansh downed the rest of his drink, the burning liquid doing little to numb the ache in his chest.
"If she thinks she can waltz back into my life and get away with it, she's wrong," he muttered to himself.
But deep down, a part of him wondered if he was wrong, too.
The stage was set. Noor was back, Rohan's wedding loomed, and Reyansh was caught between his lingering pain and the undeniable pull of a love he couldn't forget.
>
The Sharma household was quiet, the soft hum of the evening blending with the faint rustling of leaves outside.
Noor sat by her window, staring at the fading sunlight as her thoughts spiraled. Since returning to India, life had felt heavy.
The memories, the familiar streets, and, most of all, Reyansh-everything seemed to be pressing down on her.
The sudden knock on her door startled her.
"Come in," she said softly, turning to see her father, Raj Sharma, step inside with a warm smile.
"Noor, beta," he began, sitting down beside her.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about something important."
She furrowed her brows, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "What is it, Papa?"
He sighed, his voice gentle. "You've accomplished so much. You went abroad, completed your graduation, and came back stronger. Your mother and I are so proud of you. But..."
"But?" Noor prompted, her stomach twisting with apprehension.
Raj hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's time we think about your future, beta. Your personal life. You're 23 now, and I think it's the right time for you to settle down."
The words hit her like a wave, and her first instinct was to refuse, but she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Marriage?" she asked cautiously.
He nodded. "I've been speaking with someone. Someone who would be a good match for you. Someone you already know."
Noor blinked in confusion. "Who?"
"Rohan."
Her heart stopped for a moment. "Rohan?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yes, Rohan," Arun said with a smile.
"You two were so close as children. He's a wonderful young man-kind, ambitious, and from a family we've known for years. I've spoken to his parents, and they think the same. I believe Rohan would be a perfect husband for you."
Noor's mind raced. Rohan, her childhood friend, was a safe choice.
They had played together as kids, laughed together, and shared a bond that had once been pure and carefree.
But now?
After everything she'd been through?
The idea of marrying him felt...strange.
"Papa," she began hesitantly, "I haven't seen Rohan in years. I don't even know if he'd want to marry me."
Raj chuckled. "Oh, he remembers you well, beta. And he's open to the idea. He respects you and admires the person you've become. Just think about it. That's all I'm asking."
Noor looked away, her heart heavy. "I'll think about it," she said quietly.
"That's all I ask," her father said, patting her hand. "Take your time, but don't take too long. Rohan is a good man, and I know you'll be happy with him."
As he left the room, Noor sat frozen, her thoughts a whirlwind. She stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen.
She wanted to talk to someone, but who?
The one person she wanted to share her feelings with-the one person she still loved-was the one person she could never speak to about this.
>
Rohan stood in the garden of the Malhotra mansion, his phone in hand, as he stared at an old photograph of himself and Noor as children. He smiled to himself, his mind swirling with memories.
His mother, Rajshree, had just told him about the conversation she had with Raj Sharma, and while the idea of marrying Noor had surprised him, it didn't feel wrong.
"She's changed a lot, hasn't she?" Rohan muttered to himself.
"But then again, so have I."
The thought of seeing Noor again filled him with a strange mix of excitement and nerves.
He hadn't seen her in years, but the idea of rekindling their bond was intriguing.
"I guess I'll just have to see how this goes," he said to himself with a small grin.
>
Later that evening, Noor sat curled up on her bed, scrolling through her phone.
Her father's words replayed in her mind, filling her with guilt and confusion.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she saw Rohan's name on the screen. Her father must have already spoken to him.
Rohan: "Hey, Noor. Long time! I heard you're back in India. Can we meet up sometime? I'd love to catch up."
Noor stared at the message for a moment, her emotions conflicted. She typed back a response.
Noor: "Hi, Rohan. Sure, let me know when and where."
As soon as she sent the message, she placed her phone down and covered her face with her hands.
This wasn't how she had imagined her life would be. She didn't want to hurt anyone, least of all Rohan, but she also couldn't deny the ache in her heart for Reyansh-a man who now only looked at her with coldness and anger.
For now, all she could do was take things one step at a time.
>
Reyansh Malhotra sat in his sleek office, his fingers drumming on the desk as he stared blankly at the files in front of him.
The usual rhythm of work did little to distract his mind. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.
It was his mother, Rajshree Malhotra. He picked up the call, his tone neutral.
"Ansh, beta, come home in half an hour," she said firmly. "We're going to meet Rohan's soon-to-be bride."
Reyansh frowned, his chest tightening. "Bride?"
"Yes, Rohan's marriage is almost finalized. We're going to see the girl's family. Be here soon, okay?" Rajshree didn't wait for his reply and hung up.
Reyansh sighed, rubbing his temples. He had no interest in family visits, but he knew better than to argue with his mother.
With reluctance, he grabbed his car keys and drove to the Malhotra mansion.
>
As Reyansh entered his family home, he was greeted by a buzz of excitement. His parents, grandfather, and Rohan were all dressed up, smiles plastered on their faces.
Without much explanation, they piled into the car and drove to the girl's house.
When they arrived at the destination, Reyansh froze.
His sharp eyes scanned the house, and a pang of recognition hit him like a punch to the gut.
It was her house.
Noor's house.
His throat tightened, and he couldn't understand what was happening.
Why were they here?
Why were his family members standing on her doorstep?
The Sharmas welcomed them warmly, Raj and Anika Sharma beaming with pride.
Reyansh stepped inside, his emotions in turmoil. It had been three years since he'd last been here.
Memories of a younger Noor flooded his mind-her laughter, her stubbornness, and the way her eyes used to light up when she saw him.
But now, all of it seemed like a cruel trick.
>
Reyansh sat stiffly in the living room, his eyes darting around. He tried to act disinterested, but his mind raced.
When the conversation finally shifted to Rohan's prospective bride, Reyansh's heart sank.
"Let me call Noor," Raj said with a proud smile, and within moments, Reyansh saw her.
She walked into the room, carrying a tray of tea, her movements graceful and poised.
She was wearing a light blue saree that hugged her figure delicately, her hair tied back, and her eyes filled with warmth as she approached the guests.
For a moment, Reyansh couldn't breathe. She looked ethereal, like a goddess, and it was impossible to look away.
But when her gaze met his, it wasn't warmth he saw-it was shock, pain, and hesitation.
Noor froze for a moment before composing herself.
Reyansh quickly averted his eyes, his jaw tightening.
He felt a rush of emotions-anger, confusion, jealousy-but he kept his expression blank.
The families began discussing Rohan and Noor's marriage, their words ringing in Reyansh's ears like a cruel joke. He couldn't process it.
Noor and Rohan?
The idea seemed absurd, impossible, and yet it was being discussed as if it were already decided.
At one point, the parents insisted Noor and Rohan speak alone to get to know each other better.
Noor hesitated but nodded, leading Rohan toward her room.
Reyansh couldn't bear it anymore.
"Excuse me, I need to use the washroom," he muttered abruptly, standing up.
He didn't head toward the washroom, though. Instead, he followed Noor and Rohan, his steps purposeful.
When he reached Noor's room, he pushed the door open without knocking.
Inside, Noor and Rohan were standing close, laughing about something. The sight made Reyansh's blood boil.
"Rohan," Reyansh said coldly, his voice cutting through the moment. "Mom's calling you."
Rohan glanced at him, slightly confused but nodded.
"Oh, alright. I'll be back in a minute," he said to Noor with a smile before walking out.
The moment Rohan left, Reyansh shut the door and locked it, his movements quick and precise.
Noor turned to him, her face filled with confusion and anger.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
Reyansh didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his towering presence intimidating her.
He grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall, his dark eyes boring into hers.
"What are you doing, Noor?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"You're marrying Rohan? Is this your idea of a joke?"
Noor's heart raced, but she kept her voice steady.
"I'm getting married, Reyansh. You don't have a say in my life anymore. Stay away from me."
Her words stung, but they only fueled his irritation. "Stay away?" he repeated mockingly.
"You think I can just stay away when I see you laughing with him, acting like you're happy?"
"Why do you care?" she shot back, her voice rising.
"I'm moving on, Reyansh. You should too."
His patience snapped. Without thinking, he leaned in pressing his lips against hers and kissed her-hard, desperate, and possessive.
Noor's body stiffened in shock, but when he pulled away, the sting of her palm against his cheek echoed in the room.
"Don't you dare," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger.
Reyansh smirked, the red mark on his cheek making his expression more dangerous.
"Slap me all you want, Noor. But don't lie to me-or yourself. You don't want this marriage, and you know it."
"Get out," she said firmly, pointing to the door.
He took a step back, his eyes scanning her tear-streaked face.
"This isn't over," he said before unlocking the door and walking out.
When Reyansh returned to the living room, the sight of his family and the Sharmas laughing and talking felt surreal.
Everything seemed wrong. But as he watched Rohan smile and talk about the future, Reyansh made a silent vow.
He wouldn't let this marriage happen. Not in a million years.
If Noor thought she could move on, she was wrong.
She was his, and no one else could have her.
>
Reyansh sat in his office the next day, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk, a storm brewing in his eyes.
The events of the previous night replayed endlessly in his mind.
Seeing Noor with Rohan had ignited a fury in him that he could no longer contain.
"Rohan and Noor?" he muttered to himself, the thought bitter in his mouth.
His younger brother, oblivious to what was truly going on, was falling into a trap.
And Noor-she wasn't innocent either. She had dared to move on, dared to stand in front of him and talk about marriage like he didn't exist.
Reyansh clenched his jaw. He couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't.
>
Meanwhile, Noor was pacing her room at home, her mind clouded with uncertainty.
She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in her room last night-Reyansh barging in, his anger, his kiss.
Her hand instinctively touched her lips, and she shuddered at the memory.
"Why is he doing this?" she whispered to herself.
Her phone buzzed on the table, breaking her thoughts. It was a message from Rohan.
Rohan: Good morning, Noor! I hope you're feeling better after all the chaos yesterday. Let me know if I can help with anything :)
Noor smiled faintly at his text. Rohan had always been kind, a friend who never once judged her or made her feel small.
But the thought of marrying him?
It didn't feel right.
Not when her heart still clung stubbornly to Reyansh, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
Her father knocked on the door and entered, looking hopeful.
"Noor, beta," Raj Sharma began,
"Malhotras's were very happy last night. They're ready to finalize the engagement soon."
Noor froze. "So soon?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's a perfect match," her father said, smiling warmly.
"Rohan is a good boy, and the Malhotras are such a respectable family. Think about it, beta. This will secure your future."
Noor nodded silently. She didn't want to disappoint her father, but the thought of spending her life with Rohan felt like a betrayal-to him, to herself, and to the feelings she'd buried so deeply.
>
Reyansh's phone buzzed, and his PA's voice came through the intercom.
"Sir, the meeting with the Kapoor project team is scheduled for 2 PM. Shall I confirm your attendance?"
Reyansh's lips curled into a dark smile. "Yes, I'll be there."
If Noor thought she could escape him by hiding behind this engagement, she was mistaken.
Reyansh had no intention of making this easy for her.
When the clock struck 2, Reyansh arrived at the meeting with his usual commanding presence.
The Kapoor team was already seated, and there she was-Noor. She looked professional yet graceful, her light pink knee length dress making her glow.
Her eyes widened when she saw him enter, but she quickly composed herself.
Reyansh, however, didn't miss the flicker of nervousness in her expression.
"Good afternoon, everyone," he greeted, his tone sharp but polite. His gaze lingered on Noor for a moment longer than necessary before he sat down.
Throughout the meeting, Reyansh made a point of addressing Noor directly, his words laced with double meanings that only she would understand.
"Noor, I expect nothing less than perfection from your end," he said smoothly, his eyes locking with hers.
"Yes, sir," she replied quietly, avoiding his gaze.
By the end of the meeting, Noor felt drained. She had barely spoken, yet the weight of Reyansh's presence had been suffocating.
As she gathered her files, she noticed him lingering by the door.
"We need to talk," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"No, we don't," she replied, trying to walk past him.
Reyansh grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "You don't get to decide that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Meet me in my cabin. Now."
>
Noor reluctantly followed him, her heart pounding. Once inside his cabin, Reyansh closed the door and leaned against it, his piercing gaze making her feel exposed.
"What are you trying to do, Noor?" he demanded.
"I'm not trying to do anything," she replied, her voice steady despite her fear. "I'm moving on. You should too."
Reyansh laughed bitterly. "Moving on? With Rohan? My brother?"
"What's wrong with that?" she shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface.
"Rohan is a good man. He respects me, and he-"
"He's not me," Reyansh interrupted, his voice harsh.
Noor flinched, his words hitting her like a blow. "That's the point, Reyansh. He's not you. He's better."
Reyansh's jaw tightened, and he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.
"Do you think this is a game, Noor? Do you think I'll just stand by and let you marry him?"
"You don't have a choice," she replied, her voice trembling.
"This is my life, and you're not a part of it anymore."
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, Noor thought he might explode.
But instead, he smirked-a cold, dangerous smirk that sent shivers down her spine.
"We'll see about that," he said quietly before stepping aside and opening the door. "You can leave now."
Noor hurried out, her heart racing. But even as she walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over.
>
Reyansh watched her retreating figure, his mind racing.
He couldn't lose her-not to Rohan, not to anyone. She belonged to him, whether she admitted it or not.
If Noor thought she could escape him, she was wrong. Reyansh wasn't a man who gave up easily, and he wasn't about to start now.
>
The days leading up to Rohan and Noor's engagement were hectic for everyone except Reyansh.
While the Malhotras and Sharmas were busy planning the grand event, Reyansh was focused on one thing-keeping Noor on her toes.
Noor found herself drowning in work at the office.
Reyansh had piled on endless tasks, assigning her everything from client reports to administrative oversight.
She barely had time to breathe, let alone focus on her engagement preparations.
"Ms. Sharma," Reyansh called out from his cabin as Noor walked past, her arms loaded with files.
She stopped in her tracks, biting back her frustration, and turned around.
"Yes, Sir?"
He leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I need the client presentation ready by tonight. No excuses."
Noor's eyebrows furrowed. "Tonight? But-"
"No buts," he interrupted. "I assume you understand the importance of this project. Or do I need to assign it to someone else?"
"No, I'll handle it," she replied, her voice tight.
"Good," he said, dismissing her with a wave.
As Noor walked back to her desk, her phone buzzed in her purse.
She ignored it, knowing it was probably her mother or father asking her about her engagement outfit or jewelry.
She didn't have the energy to explain why she hadn't made any decisions yet.
>
That evening, after finishing her work, Noor finally managed to visit a boutique her mother had been raving about.
Her mother insisted on a traditional look for the engagement, and Noor reluctantly agreed.
The boutique owner brought out several options, but one, in particular, caught Noor's eye-a light blue lehenga with intricate golden embroidery. It was delicate yet regal, perfect for the occasion.
"You look beautiful, Noor," her mother said as Noor tried it on.
Noor stared at her reflection in the mirror.
The lehenga was stunning, but she felt nothing-no excitement, no joy. Only a hollow ache that refused to leave.
"You'll make a beautiful bride," her mother added, mistaking Noor's silence for shyness.
Noor forced a small smile and nodded, avoiding her mother's eyes.
>
Back at the office, Reyansh sat in his cabin, reviewing the company's progress reports. But his mind kept drifting to Noor.
She was constantly on his radar. From the moment she walked into the office to the way she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear when he called on her, every little thing about her fueled his obsession.
He didn't congratulate her on her engagement-he didn't need to.
He was keeping her too busy to even think about it.
"Let's see how long you can keep this charade up, Noor," he muttered to himself, a dark determination in his eyes.
>
The pressure at work was getting to Noor.
Reyansh's constant demands left her drained, and her evenings were filled with endless discussions about her engagement.
She felt like she was being pulled in every direction, with no room to breathe.
One night, as she worked late at the office, Reyansh walked in. She was startled, her pen slipping from her fingers.
"Still here?" he asked, feigning surprise.
"Just finishing up," she replied, trying to keep her tone neutral.
He walked over to her desk, his presence looming. "You're very dedicated, Ms. Sharma."
"It's my job," she said curtly, avoiding his gaze.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "You've always been good at hiding your emotions, Ms. Sharma. But you can't hide them from me."
She looked up, her breath hitching. For a moment, she saw something in his eyes-pain, anger, longing.
But before she could respond, he straightened and walked away.
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