Page 55 of Yes Boss
Ishani signed quickly and accepted both items, closing the door with her hip. The roses were stunning—deep red, dozens of them arranged in an intricate design that must have taken hours to create. Their scent filled her apartment immediately, rich and intoxicating.
She set them on her dining table and reached for the black bag hesitantly. Inside was a black velvet box. It was larger than theone that had held the bracelet, smaller than a shoebox. Her pulse quickened as she opened the lid.
Inside was a diamond necklace that sparkled in the morning light, casting bright reflections on her walls. The necklace was simple yet beautiful—a fine chain with three perfectly shaped diamonds that would sit just below her collarbone. It was elegant and thoughtful.
A cream-colored envelope rested among the flowers. Her fingers trembled a little as she opened it.
“Eight days. Eight gifts. Tonight I claim what’s mine. Presidential Suite, Royal Palms Hotel, 8 PM.”
No signature. Just an electronic key card nestled inside the envelope.
Ishani sank onto her couch, card clutched in her hand, heart hammering against her ribs. This was it. The final move. The invitation to step off the edge she’d been walking on all week.
But going meant acknowledging this—whatever this was—had become something real. Something that couldn’t be dismissed as office pranks or casual flirting.
She picked up her phone from the coffee table, scrolled to his name. Her thumb hovered over it. What would she even say?
‘Are you sending me expensive jewelry and asking me to hotel suites?’
She set the phone down again, untouched.
The Royal Palms was Mumbai’s most exclusive hotel. The Presidential Suite cost more per night than most people’s monthly salary. This wasn’t some casual meeting. This was a statement—bold, unapologetic, commanding.
Like Raghav himself.
But what if it wasn’t him? What if Raghav was at home right now, doing anything but with zero thoughts of her? The idea made her stomach flip like she’d swallowed a live fish.
For months she’d told herself the way he looked at her was just... boss stuff. Normal boss stuff. Totally normal boss-looking-at-employee stuff.
“Ugh!” She flopped face-first onto the couch, then immediately popped back up. “I’m losing my mind over jewelry. Actual diamonds. WHO DOES THAT?”
She tried to ignore the gifts. Really tried. Brushed her teeth. Made toast. Folded laundry. But her eyes kept sneaking back to that table like it held the winning lottery ticket.
The clock read 12:37. Still hours before she had to decide. Hours to pace around her apartment like a crazy person, imagining herself in a fancy hotel with her incredibly hot, incredibly intimidating boss.
Except she’d already decided, hadn’t she? The moment she opened that box, felt that thrill race through her at the thought of wearing the gift, she’d already made her choice.
With sudden determination, Ishani crossed to her closet.
At the very back hung the dress she’d bought on impulse months ago and never dared to wear. Deep burgundy silk. Fluid. Dangerous. It skimmed curves without shouting for attention.
She took it down carefully and laid it across her bed.
Back in the bathroom, she studied her reflection. The hesitation that had lingered in her eyes for days had hardened into something steadier. Intentional.
Hours later, she began with her makeup, slower than usual. Foundation evened her skin. Concealer erased the fatigue beneath her eyes. A deeper flush touched her cheeks. Liner darkened her gaze, stretching it into something sharper, more deliberate.
By the time she slipped into the dress, the transformation felt complete.
The silk slid over her skin, settling into place as if it had been waiting. The neckline dipped just enough to tempt the eye. The fabric caught the light when she moved, clinging and releasing in quiet rhythm.
The diamond necklace was last.
She lifted it from its velvet bed, fingers steady now, and fastened it around her throat. The cool metal rested against warm skin. The stones pooled at the hollow of her collarbone, rising and falling with each breath.
She turned slowly before the mirror.
The burgundy deepened the gold in her skin. The diamonds flickered with every subtle shift. The pulse at her throat beat visibly beneath the glittering weight.
