ch 11 ahh.
Ashiana's eyes darted to the clock.
"Oh my god... eight o'clock... ab to ghar jaane mein bhut der ho jaayegiii," she muttered, quickly stuffing her pen and bag inside her tote. Then, gathering her courage, she shot him a sharp glare.
"Bas! Ab mere working hours se bhi zyada time ho gaya hai. No more than this!"
The cabin fell silent.
Aarav leaned back, eyes fixed on her like she'd just dared to defy gravity itself. No employee, no adversary, no one had ever spoken to him like that.
Bold... reckless... amusing, he thought, jaw tightening, fingers brushing over the ring he'd placed on the desk earlier. Slowly, deliberately, a smirk curved his lips.
"Eight o'clock, hmm?" His voice was deep, calm, almost mocking. "Do you think my world follows office hours, Ashiana?"
''see.. sir.. i dont know about your world or anything but thing is my office hours are ended and now i m leaving... and you cant keep any employee more then office hour its against the rule.''
she said with the last of courage she had
He rose, tall and imposing, shadow stretching across the desk. Each step toward her was precise, deliberate, the air growing heavier with every inch.
''Rules'' he said with a chuckle "You're not like the others here," he murmured, stopping just close enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. "You don't get to clock out when you please. Not if you've stepped into my game and in my world rules are from me i m not from rules."
she swallows hard by his his words but still holding her ground
His eyes flicked to the silver bracelet still on the desk. He picked it up, letting the light catch it just so, and leaned closer, voice dropping into a whisper.
"Go, then," he said softly. "But remember... every time you walk away from me, something of yours stays behind."
Ashiana's pulse spiked. What does he mean by that? she thought,
she stoods and snapps bracelet from his hand slipping onto her wrist with a flick of defiance.
"Huh... ab kuch peeche nahi chhodungi. Aur iss khusatt insaan k pass to bilkul bhi nhi," she muttered, gripping her bag strap tightly and turning toward the door.
aarav lips curved in small smirk seeing her defiance but said nothing his gaze goes on anklet she still left on desk he shook his head and says
''WAIT''
she stopped mid step and turns around
Aarav pick the anklet and and walk with predator walk and stops at just breath away
ashiana breath hitches she looks up at him
aarav raises his hand with anklet in it and held between them and says, You.. says that you will never leave anything behind but still.. you leaves things repeatidly,''
''Tell me ms. Sharma did you did this on purpose, or its your habit.. because if its your habit .. then be ready for the consequences'' he said leaning at her his breath warm on her cheecks.
she felt shiver in her spine she opened mouth to argue, or to defend herself but his presence, his closeness chocked her words in her throat.
he comes close to her and raises his free hand and hold her hand and bring between and drops the anklet to her palm the cool of metal makes her breath hitches and his hand warm on her hand made her nervous as hell but still she didn't flinch.
he smirks seeing her defiance her holding of ground the fire she still has in her eyes something soft clicks in his eyes for a second.
he steps back little he leaves her hand before lingering too long then needed and slids his both hands in his pocket
she standing like statue there only hand raised anklet in palm lips parted still processing what happened
aarav looking at her and chuckles from his chest seeing her like that flustered
for a moment everything froze and silence in the cabin
which broke by a popup sound of message in his phone
she came to senses and looks around and think
SHIT.
Am i was just standing there for how much hours ohh no he saw me like that no,, noo,, Ashiana breath.
she steadied her self and quickly clears her throat and turns to go
but-
bhagwan jii.. always writes great twists:
Her strap caught the chair.
"Ahh!"
She lurched forward, toppling toward the polished floor. Time seemed to stretch arms flailing, bag flying, breath caught in her throat. Panic surged.
Then a shadow. A hand shot out, iron-strong, gripping her firmly under the arms. In one swift, controlled motion, he lifted her off the floor, chest colliding with the solid heat of his body. She gasped, pressed against him, every nerve alight.
Aarav.
Closer than she ever expected, the taut strength of his chest a barrier she couldn't push past, the dark scent of him enveloping her senses. eyes bore into hers, unreadable, predatory. Not a word, not a smirk just absolute, unyielding control.
He held her there, steadying her with a firm grip at her waist and back, yet the restraint was teasingly incomplete. A breath, a slight shift enough to make her pulse spike, to make her aware of just how fragile she was in his presence.
"Clumsy," he murmured, voice low, dangerous. "Always running. Always falling. Always... right into me."
Her heart thumped in her ears, breath catching. Every instinct screamed to escape, yet his presence pinned her in place, a force she couldn't resist, couldn't ignore.
After a tense beat, he shifted just enough for her to regain her balance but not enough to feel free. The silent dominance lingered like a shadow across her body, a warning, a claim.
Ashiana's mind raced. She shoved herself back, forcing distance, fumbling with her bag strap. He didn't release her, merely let the tension remain, watching as she scrambled toward the door.
"Careful, intern," his voice came again, low, a razor of threat threading through each word. "Not every fall... will be caught."
Her heels clicked harshly against the floor, each step a frantic attempt to escape the gravity of him, her chest rising and falling too fast. She didn't dare look back she couldn't. His presence lingered, like smoke in the room intoxicating, suffocating, and impossible to ignore.
The door clicked shut behind her, but the mark of that closeness remained. Aarav leaned back slightly, fingers brushing the desk where she'd been caught in his orbit. A faint, dark smile tugged at his lips.
"She runs... but she will always come back," he whispered, storm-grey eyes flicking to the silver bracelet on the desk, a silent reminder. "And when she does... I'll be waiting."
ughhhh.... why my stomach twisting why i cant breath... that.. that man.. he.. uff.. i should have push him away i should have yell her.. but.. i simply let him do that.. le him come close to me.. but.. hehehehe. .. i too felt butterflies in my stomach.. hmm
not bad bhagwan jii.. but please no more twists noww..
then she looks at sky and says whatt... you laughing again.. dont tell me you--
she said and huffed