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Raghav cleared his throat and looked down at the papers on his desk, forcing his attention back where it belonged.
The steadiness returned. Almost.
“No, Ishani. That will be all.”
She nodded and turned to leave.
Raghav’s gaze followed her the straightness of her posture, the unhurried way she crossed back to her desk. He didn’t realise he was still watching until a quiet sound broke the moment.
Ansh stood in the doorway.
“The Tokyo investors are on line two,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Raghav nodded, turning away quickly, annoyed at being caught staring.
By the end of the fourth week, the pattern was impossible to ignore.
He found reasons to walk past her desk more often than necessary. His eyes drifted to her through the glass during calls. He noticed details—how her desk was always aligned, how she prepared herself before entering his office, how she tucked the same strand of hair behind her ear when concentrating.
Others noticed too.
During a meeting, he caught the marketing director, Samrat, watching them both, an eyebrow lifting when Raghav asked for Ishani’s input on a client presentation. It was something he’d never done before.
Five weeks, and Ishani Rao had become more than a functional part of his office.
She’d become a distraction.
On Friday afternoon, as the floor emptied for the weekend, Raghav found himself standing near the glass, watching her shut down her system. She slipped her notebook into her bag, straightened her desk, and reached for her coat.
Just before leaving, she looked up.
Their eyes met through the glass.
Her expression remained unchanged—no smile, no question—only a brief pause before she nodded once, professionally, and turned away.
Raghav looked down, heat creeping up his neck.
This was absurd.
She was his assistant. An employee. Competent. Reliable. Nothing more.
And yet, as the elevator doors closed behind her, he was already thinking about Monday morning, about her returning to the desk outside his office, restoring order to his day with that same efficiency.
Professional appreciation, he told himself.
That was all this was.
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Monday evening, Raghav stepped out of the conference room, loosening his tie with a single tug. The quarterly board meeting was scheduled for the morning, and eight straight hours of negotiations with the German investors had left a dull achesettled across his shoulders. He rolled them once as he walked down the corridor.
Most of the floor was dark now, lights dimmed for the night. Except for one soft glow. It came from the direction of his office.
Raghav slowed, frowning slightly as he approached.
Ishani sat at the desk outside his office, eyes fixed on her screen. Her brows drawn together in concentration. Her posture, usually perfect, had softened just enough to betray longer working hours.
She hadn’t noticed him.
