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IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 26
Pushing the thought aside, I buzzed her on the intercom. "Have you finished the presentation?" I inquired, my voice clipped and impersonal as usual.The pause on the other end stretched a beat too long. When she finally spoke, her voice held a hint of surprise. "Yes, Sir," she replied."Good," I said, the word clipped and devoid of warmth. "Then bring it in. And my coffee."Before she could respond, I cut the connection, a pang of guilt twisting in my gut. I stole a glance at the receiver, half expecting it to spontaneously combust from the force of my curtness.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her staring intently at the receiver, a flicker of something crossing her face before she quickly glanced down at her watch. Relief washed over me, a selfish emotion I instantly despised. Had I been staring at her for too long? The thought sent a jolt through me."Thank goodness," I muttered under my breath, forcing my gaze back to the paperwork in front of me. But the words on the page blur
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 27
Flinging my briefcase onto the bed, I sank into a chair, thoughts swirling like a storm in my head. When had Anjali ever taken such an immediate liking to any of my previous assistants? Why was Swati so effortlessly charming? Everyone – me included, it seemed – appeared inexplicably drawn to her. Rolling my eyes in frustration, I barked out, "HP!" Hari Prakash, along with his brother Om Prakash, seemed to materialize out of thin air, a testament to the ever-present staff at the Singh Mansion. "Coffee," I demanded, the word laced with a touch more impatience than usual.Hari Prakash returned with the steaming beverage within minutes, but for the first time in memory, it tasted…off. Swallowing the lukewarm liquid with a grimace, I realized the fault lay entirely with me. There was no way I could take my frustration out on the ever-patient HP. He couldn't possibly be expected to intuit the emotional turmoil churning within me.With a sigh, I discarded my suit jacket and tie, optin
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 28
Despite the unwelcome interruption, the tension in the room remained thick. A minute ticked by, then another. Just as I was about to call out to her, Swati poked her head back in, a shy smile gracing her lips.She knelt down to reach for the abandoned shoe, but her hands trembled violently, making the simple task seem impossible. My amusement momentarily battled with concern as I watched her struggle. The knowledge that I, Arun, the stoic and intimidating CEO, had reduced her to this flustered state, sent a spark of something akin to satisfaction through me.Finally, she gave up on the shoe, opting to carry it in hand as she retreated towards the door. A soft chuckle escaped my lips, the sound genuine and devoid of malice. The sight of her scurrying away, head down and eyes tightly shut, was undeniably endearing.Reaching for my phone again, I ended the call and turned my gaze to the window. There, I saw Swati standing rigidly, taking a few deep breaths. Slowly, she opened her
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 29
"What?" Arun barked, the sharpness in his voice momentarily shattering the strange tension that had filled the room. Seeing Swati flinch, a pang of guilt flickered within him. Maybe he was laying it on a bit thick.Swati, for her part, was secretly relieved by his return to his usual bossy demeanor. At least it was familiar territory, a world she understood. "It's ten o'clock, Sir," she announced, gathering her things."Right," he acknowledged with a curt nod. He rose from his chair, his tall frame momentarily filling the doorway. Swati instinctively stepped aside to let him pass, following close behind as he strode out of the cabin.She assumed a driver would be waiting to whisk them away to the meeting. Instead, Arun led her straight to a sleek black car parked in the lot. He climbed into the driver's seat, leaving Swati momentarily confused."Seatbelt," he commanded, his voice clipped.Swati blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. She fumbled with the unfamiliar buckle, a k
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 30
Arun watched the entire scene unfold, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't deny finding her fiery response…intriguing. As Swati reached him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and amusement, he offered her a silent nod of approval.Adi limped over to Arun, muttering under his breath, "Tigress, that one."Arun simply smirked. "Yep," he thought to himself, "a tigress indeed." The day was turning out to be far more interesting than he'd anticipated.A flicker of unease sparked within me as Adi greeted Swati with his usual brand of charm. I knew his flirtations were harmless, a routine he followed with every new face in the office. But Swati wasn't like the others. There was a quiet strength about her, an enigmatic quality that drew me in. The thought of another man flirting with her, even harmlessly, sent a jolt of possessiveness through me – a feeling I couldn't explain.Relief washed over me when Swati politely declined Adi's dinner invitation.
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 31
I dug into my Pav Bhaji, the familiar blend of spices sending a wave of satisfaction through me. Swati, on the other hand, approached her meal with a cautiousness that surprised me. She picked at the fluffy buns, her eyes lingering on the rich curry with a hint of apprehension. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I polished off my plate. Swati, having finished her buns, seemed unsure what to do next. Her gaze darted towards my empty plate, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. "Never tried Pav Bhaji before?" I inquired, my voice gentle but laced with a hint of amusement.Swati hesitated, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Under my watchful gaze, she offered a hesitant nod."Damn it," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to her. The disappointment was real. I'd hoped to share the experience of this comfort food with her, but forcing someone to eat something they weren't comfortable with wasn't my style. "It's okay," I reassured her, signaling the waiter dis
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 32
A few days zipped by in a whirlwind of activity. Both Arun and Swati threw themselves into their work, a silent tension simmering beneath the surface. Stolen glances became a secret game they both played, a delicious dance of unspoken attraction.The late-night office silence was shattered by a sudden burst of noise. Kavya and Deepali, Swati's coworkers, erupted through the doorway, a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" echoing through the room. Swati, startled awake from a light doze, blinked blearily at the sight of a cake and a gaggle of her colleagues. A tired smile tugged at her lips as she acknowledged their well wishes.Arun watched the scene unfold from his desk, a pang of guilt twisting in his gut. He'd completely forgotten about her birthday. He'd been so caught up in his own whirlwind of emotions, in the unspoken connection that crackled between them, that he'd let this important detail slip through the cracks.Swati blew out the candle on the cake, the flickering flame illuminatin
IT'S NOT OVER Chapter 33
A few days zipped by in a whirlwind of activity. Both Arun and Swati threw themselves into their work, a silent tension simmering beneath the surface. Stolen glances became a secret game they both played, a delicious dance of unspoken attraction.The late-night office silence was shattered by a sudden burst of noise. Kavya and Deepali, Swati's coworkers, erupted through the doorway, a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" echoing through the room. Swati, startled awake from a light doze, blinked blearily at the sight of a cake and a gaggle of her colleagues. A tired smile tugged at her lips as she acknowledged their well wishes.Arun watched the scene unfold from his desk, a pang of guilt twisting in his gut. He'd completely forgotten about her birthday. He'd been so caught up in his own whirlwind of emotions, in the unspoken connection that crackled between them, that he'd let this important detail slip through the cracks.Swati blew out the candle on the cake, the flickering flame illuminatin