ch 51 you are mine only mine
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At office working floor
I said to Vivaan , ''ohh.. vihaan.. your gym photos were so hot really.. seems all woman on your social media gone crazy.. right.. ''
Vihaan laughed, scratching the back of his neck shyly, though a cocky grin tugged at his lips.
"Arey Ashi, don't tease like that yaar... ab tum keh rhi ho to m pkka famous ho gya ho lagta h," he said, flexing his arm jokingly.
I chuckled, stirring my coffee. "Oh please, Mr. Viral Sensation! You want your reputation to grow. Half your captions scream 'look at me, I lift weights and hearts.'"
He leaned closer, laughing. "Only yours, maybe?"
I rolled my eyes, giving him a light shove on the shoulder. "Flirt karne ka license mila hai kya office me?"
Just as the laughter between us, the sound of measured footsteps echoed across the marble floor.
The easy playfulness drained from the air like someone had flipped a switch.
I turned, mug still in hand.
Aarav stood a few feet away crisp shirt, eyes unreadable, his usual calm carrying a strange gravity today.
He wasn't angry... not visibly. But the tension in his jaw, the slight tilt of his head, the weight of his gaze it was enough to make the space feel smaller.
"Sir—" Vihaan started, straightening instantly.
Aarav's POV:
When he reached the floor, the air smelled faintly of roasted coffee and her perfume.
She hadn't noticed him yet too busy laughing, eyes bright.
For a second, Aarav froze at the threshold.
He'd missed that look the freedom in her smile.
But seeing it shared with someone else made it twist painfully in his chest.
"Sir—" Vihaan's voice snapped the moment.
Aarav didn't look at him. His eyes found hers startled, guilty, beautiful.
"Ms. Sharma," he said, keeping his tone even, a controlled calm that cost him effort. "You seem to be enjoying your coffee break... quite thoroughly."
He watched the color rise to her cheeks, the way her fingers tightened around the mug.
She stammered something, and he wanted to stop to tell her he wasn't angry, that it wasn't about coffee or breaks.
But he couldn't. Not here.
So he smilled polite, distant. "Of course. Just a friendly conversation."
Turning to Vihaan, he let the mask settle back on. "Mr. Mehra, HR meeting at twelve. Don't be late."
The younger man almost tripped over his own feet leaving.
Now it was just them.
Aarav took a step forward, close enough that he could see the quick rise and fall of her breath. He kept his voice low. "You should finish your coffee, Ashiana. It's getting cold."
He didn't wait for her answer. Couldn't.
As he walked away.
The conference room was all glass and silnce the hum of the projector, the faint shuffle of papers, and the measured rhythm of his own breathing.
Aarav sat at the head of the long table, expression unreadable, eyes scanning the presentation on the screen.
Except... his attention wasn't on the slides. Not fully.
It kept drifting to the right, where she sat. Ashiana.
Her hair brushed her shoulder every time she bent forward to write down notes.
The faint furrow between her brows when she focused, the way she twirled the pen unconsciously he noticed all of it.
Then, beside her, Vihaan leaned in slightly.
Aarav caught the movement without meaning to.
The man whispered something, and a second later that sound.
Soft, quick, unguarded.
Ashiana giggled.
Aarav's pen stilled.
The room suddenly felt smaller again, too warm.
He forced his eyes back to the screen, to the numbers, the strategies, anything that could anchor him.
He heard her quiet laugh fade, then saw her glance toward him hesitant, guilty.
Their eyes met for a fraction of a second.
She bit her lower lip, looking away instantly, fingers tightening around her notebook.
Aarav exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip on the pen loosening.
He leaned back in his chair, schooling his face back into composure.
Professional. Detached. Calm.
That was what everyone saw.
But under the polished calm, his mind whispered.Why does it bother me this much?
He didn't have the answer.
So instead, he looked back at the projection, pretending the world hadn't just narrowed down to the quiet sound of her laugh and the shadow of jealousy curling in his chest.
He had been quiet too long... long enough for the room to start feeling like a cage.
The discussion droned on, charts flickering across the screen, Vihaan's voice echoing faintly as he presented his part.
Aarav's gaze lingered again not on the slides, not on the words but on the small, guilty flicker in her eyes every time she dared to look his way.
Something in him snapped.
Not in anger — in decision.
He straightened, cutting through the flow of the meeting with a calm, commanding tone.
"Ms. Sharma."
Every head turned. Ashiana froze mid-note, blinking up at him.
"Since you and Mr. Mehra seem to share such good coordination," Aarav said, his voice even, "why don't you both lead the next presentation together? Now."
A murmur rippled through the room. Vihaan looked startled.
"Sir, I— I wasn't—"
"I assume you both have enough synergy to improvise," Aarav continued, eyes fixed on Ashiana.
There was no anger in his gaze only control, steady and deliberate. "I'd like to see that teamwork in action."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Ashiana's pulse hammered.
She stood slowly, fumbling with the papers, feeling the weight of his stare on her.
Vihaan stood beside her, visibly tense.
Aarav leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, watching not with cruelty, but with intent.
Aarav watched her stumble over the first words the soft stammer, the way her fingers gripped the edge of the file too tightly, knuckles whitening.
He didn't miss the nervous flick of her eyes toward him before she found her footing.
"So... this project is about the profit in management of..." she began, voice fragile, unsure. The sentence hung there for a breath too long.
Then Vihaan stepped in smoothly, picking up the thread. "—of the newly structured investment model, sir. We've analyzed the quarterly returns and observed a significant rise in operational efficiency..."
Aarav didn't interrupt.
He just leaned back, one hand resting against his chin, the other tapping lightly against the armrest.
His gaze didn't leave her even once.
With each passing minute, Ashiana grew steadier, her words slowly gaining confidence as Vihaan handed her the cue points.
The room filled with numbers, charts, and soft professionalism but all Aarav saw was the rise and fall of her voice, the way she avoided his eyes until she couldn't anymore.
When her gaze finally met his across the table, it lasted only a second but in that second, the whole room fell away.
Then she quickly looked down again, continuing, "And this... uh, strategy ensures stable profit margins for the next fiscal year."
Aarav's lips curved faint, unreadable.
She's nervous because of me, he realized. And she's still standing tall.
The moment Vihaan finished the final line, Aarav spoke, tone calm, deep:
"Not bad."
His eyes lingering on her for just a heartbeat longer than necessary.
"But next time, Ms. Sharma," he said quietly, his voice carrying through the air, "don't let anyone else finish your sentence. You're more capable than you think."
then as ashiana moves to sit back on her seat
''Ms. Sharma'' his voice came sharp, commanding.
he pats on the seat beside him. empty seat.
Ashiana understood what he wants she silently moves and sits beside him.
everyone was too busy in the projects and their files to bother what's going on in between boss and the intern.
when she sits on seat.
aarav keeps his hand on back of her chair and lean closer to her ears, she could feel his warm breaths at her skin
''from next time, you will sit here where you belongs , beside me. is that clear.''
she froze on his tone and nods quickly.
aarav smirks '' Good. now focus''.
meeting resumes again but she could feel his presence his hands brushing on her neck and back from behind in between the meeting.
then suddenly she frozes as she feels his hands trailing from his back to arm to sides to thigh.
her breath hitches as his hand didn't stops at thigh instead it moves in between her legs towards her pants angle and brushes over core.
her breathes goes uneven she grips her pen tightly, looking down at her notepad hiding her crimson shade face.
he can feel the fabric of her pants and shape of her core he smirks his face unreadable like his focus was entirely on screen.
but its not.
aarav then circles on fabric with his thumb he can feel warmness and now wetness too.
'' ohh... sweatheart.. I didn't even have touched you properly and see you wet already''
he murmured in her ear.
she swallowes hard her ears going red and warm she can feel his touch.
the wetness.
the feeling she never felt before.
she never felt this before because she never had something like this before, as aarav too never touched her like this before.
''understood this.. you are mine.. only mine''.
he whispered in her ear.
as aarav starts to circle more with speed she bites her lower lip sowolling her moan the meeting, the conference room , people, hum of projector, everything fades away .
she only could feel his moving thumb and the pleasure she now starts to feel.
then before she could feel more.
he pulls his hand back and licks his thumb.
'' this... is the consequences.. of testing me ashiana''.
what, he just hang me there
she thought.
she glances at him with confusion and offendance.
He rose slowly, adjusting his cufflinks, eyes lingering on her for just a heartbeat longer than necessary.
Then he turned and walked out of the conference room leaving her sitting there, pulse racing,