Aisha sat at her desk, eyes glued to the screen but her mind elsewhere. The case file waiting in her encrypted phone was far more important than the endless corporate numbers flashing before her.
She was supposed to watch Arhan Malhotra.
Study his movements.
Find out if he was connected to the smuggling network her department was after.
But every time she looked at him…
her heart betrayed her mission.
Across the glass cabin wall, Arhan was standing tall, dictating something to his assistant. His voice, low yet commanding, carried easily into her corner. When his eyes swept over the room, pausing for a fraction longer on her, she felt her chest tighten.
He walked into her space without knocking.
Arhan (smirking): “You look distracted, Ms. Khurana. Is my company boring you already?”
She quickly straightened, masking her nerves.
Aisha: “Not at all, sir. Just multitasking.”
He leaned closer to her desk, his cologne surrounding her like a trap. His gaze searched her face as if peeling back layers she didn’t want him to see.
Arhan (lower, teasing): “Multitasking… or hiding?”
For a second, her pulse skipped. Did he know?
But his half-smile suggested otherwise. He was only toying with her… or was he?
Before she could reply, his phone rang. He excused himself, walking to the window, speaking in hushed tones.
Aisha’s sharp ears caught fragments.
Shipment… handled… no delays.
Her blood ran cold.
Was this the proof she needed? Or just a business deal twisted by her suspicions?
He turned back, catching her watching him. Instead of anger, he chuckled softly.
Arhan: “Careful, angel. Staring at me like that, people might think you’re falling for your boss.”
Her cheeks warmed, but her voice remained steady.
Aisha: “Or maybe I’m just observing carefully, Mr. Malhotra.”
Their eyes locked again — a silent duel.
He enjoyed her fire. She feared his truth.
And neither realized they were already walking a dangerous line — one step closer to desire, one step closer to destruction.
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