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Amayra's Pov:-
*sound of glass shattering*
"What the fuck is this? Who made this presentation." Ranveer screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I said come out". His tone is spitting fire. He is not looking less than a demon—
The demon of demons.
I am frozen at my place and see Ranveer pacing back and forth, his jaw clenched so tightly I can see the muscles twitch beneath his skin. His eyes, usually a warm amber, are now stormy and dark, reflecting the storm within him. Each step he takes seems to reverberate with the intensity of his fury, a tangible force that fills the room and presses heavily on my chest.
His hands are balled into fists, the knuckles white with tension. When he finally stops pacing, he turns to face all of us, and we all flinch at the raw intensity in his gaze. His breathing is ragged, each exhale's a harsh reminder of the anger that simmers just beneath the surface. I can see the battle raging within him, the struggle to contain the words that threaten to spill out.
I want to reach out to him, to offer some form of comfort, but the distance between feels insurmountable. His anger is a living, breathing entity that separates him, and is making me feel helpless and small in its shadow.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low and tight, like a string pulled too taut, ready to snap. "All of you are fired" he says, each word dripping with incredulity and anger. The sound of his voice feels like a slap to all our faces, and makes me swallow hard against the rising tide of my own emotions.
"Come with me Amayra". Saying the left the room thumping the door on our faces. Suddenly I am feeling scared of him. Scared that he might lash out on me but what was my fault in the presentation. That's why he fired everyone except me. With sympathy in my eyes, I walk out of the room and enter his after knocking the door.
Raking my eyes everywhere around the room, I find him standing near the window of the cabin. Its a huge floor touching window, illuminating the room with light. One of his hand is on the window, balancing his body weight against it and other is in his pocket. I have no idea if he knows about my presence. His jaw is clenched due to the anger I can see. The company he has given his all the time to, lost a million dollars deal due to one little mistake.
my eyes are on him, drinking his appearance and copying it in my brain,
"If you are done eye-fucking me, we shall get to work."
The Audacity of this guy.
"Sure Sir, I was not eye fu- whatever you said". He turned, facing me.
leaving a sigh, he walked towards his chair and sat.
"Yes sir". Answering him I turned back to go to the sofa but he speak before that.
"Come and sit in front of me". Without lifting his eyes from his laptop, he mumbled.
So I walked and sat in front of him without pissing his off even more and spent the next 2 hours in reading the files. He spoke catching my attention.
"You can go, have some food". I nodded, putting the files away and standing up.
I went to the sofa and was about to walk out after grabbing my phone when a thought came to my mind, is he not not going to have food?
That shouldn't be my problem right? I tried to tell my heart and make it understand it but no, It's always the heart that wins in the end.
"Are you not going to come with me?". His eye brow rocked up and he faced me with blank face.
"Why should I come with you?". Always rude and arrogant. I don't care, die out of hunger it's none of my concern.
I rolled my eyes at him with anger clear visible on my face, I proceed to walk out but a hard grip on my wrist stopped me. With such a heavy force, I fell back on what felt like Wall.
but How can a wall hold my wrist. I have gone mad.
I turned back and met his angry face. His hand is holding my wrist very tightly that I feel like the blood flow will stop there. When did he come here? He was sitting on his chair just a second ago and the very next second, he is here, holding my wrist.
I came out of my thoughts when he jerked me holding my hands again. My other hand reached up his chest to balance Myself and I regretted the very next moment.
Anger and irritation is clearly visible on his face. His jaw is clench tightly and veins are protruding from his neck, making him look the sexiest man to ever exist.
"Never try to show that attitude in front of me. Otherwise the result won't be pleasing". Increasing the force of his grip kn my wrist, he warned me.
"Leave. Leave my hand. You are hurting Me". Tears brimmed my eyes and his reflection got blurry in my eyes.
"I don't care. Next time I find you throwing that attitude in front of me, I swear I will throw you down from this building". He will do what? Is he a serial killer or what? He is not scared of saying these type of things.
Without ruining it more for me, I nod and he released my hand. Leaving the room as fast as I can, I came to the cafeteria and have a deep breath.
Is he really the Ranveer I know? No he cannot. He was not like this. He would never think of killing someone like this. I know he was rude and arrogant and he never talked to me in a good manner but this, this could not be his behavior ever.
Something is wrong. Either he is not the Ranveer, my childhood love or he has changed his identity for the world.
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Right now I am sitting on a chair and having food peacefully, and suddenly I heard my name being called.
"Hey Amayra right?". Turning back, I see the same man from yesterday standing there. The elevator guy.
"Hello". Wishing him back, I had a bite of salad.
"Nice to meet you again, I am Lucas".
"I am Amayra, as you know". I am in no mood of talking to someone speacially after what happened few moments ago.
Extending his hands he purred.
"So friends?".
Holding up the fork, midway in my mouth, I look at him.
He looks beautiful I must say. He has this slight long hairs with brown eyes complimenting each other so much. That fair skin is partially covered with freckles makes him more handsome.
"Ok". Agreeing, I nod my head and the time passed by. I didn't realised when an hour ended, we both were so engrossed in our random talks that nothing mattered.
After that, I decide to walk back to his cabin and continue the work. Knocking on the door, I glance at my phone. A message from an unknown number.
Hearing his "come in", I enter the room and again started doing my work ignoring the message. Must be wrong number. He must have wrote the message to a different number. It's fine, that happens.
Soon it was evening when I finished the files and marking important things out of them. Pilling up all the files, I started walking towards his table when I see him already looking at me.
His eyes are at me, what is he thinking about. I walk in front of him and his pupils moved with me until I reached and stand in front of him.
He seems to be in a deep thought. What is he thinking about?
"Sir, I finished them". Saying I see him still looking at me, marking every single movement of mine, and he nodded.
Putting the files in his table, I stand there not knowing what to do next. I heard a ping of notification. Turning back, I walk towards my phone, just to stop in my tracks hearing his voice.
"Who are you?". He asked.
I turned towards him completely and stand there unknown of his intention behind this question.
"Sir, I am Amayra". I replied
Staring deep in my eyes, raising his eyebrow, he sighed. Shaking his head a little he told me to go back home.
Without trying to dig any deeper, I pick up my bag and leave the cabin.
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Reaching home, I discarded my clothes and took a long shower to calm my nerves down. My body feels tired.
After cooking food for myself and having dinner, I came to my bed to sleep when my phone rang again. The number, another message.
All the while in company and at my house, this thing slipped out of my head.
*Unknown number :- Hey beautiful, what are you doing. I hope you are missing me.
*Me :- I am sorry, I think you are connecting with a wrong number.
*unknown number :- You are Amayra Rathore right?
*Me :- How do you know my name?
*unknown number :- See, it's the right number. Let's meet soon and have some FUN together.
*Me :- I am sorry, I don't know you, and neither am I meeting you, so stop messaging me.
I switch off the phone and slept.
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In the quiet intimacy of his bedroom, the air is thick with anticipation. Soft light from a bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the room, highlighting the gentle curves of his body. He is standing so close to me, that I can feel his warm breath near my ear.
His hands moved slowly, almost reverently, as he traced the outline of my shoulders, down my arms, and along the sides. I shivered slightly under his touch, my skin is tingling with the promise of what is about to come. Unknown of anything, I responded by sliding my hands up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles.
Movements were unhurried, savoring each moment as he undresses me, piece by piece. The rustle of fabric falling to the floor was the only sound apart from our heavy breathing, which grew deeper and more synchronized. As my bare skin finally met his, a wave of heat passed in me , igniting every nerve ending that ever existed in me.
Lifting me in his arms,he moved to the bed, laying me down with an effortless grace. He kissed me deeply, his lips exploring mine with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Loosing myself in him completely, I responded with equal fervor, with my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
Our needy bodies pressed together, moving in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Each touch, each kiss, each gasp for breath was a testament to the deep connection we felt.
His fingers touched my bossom, resulting me in arching my back. My mind went black with nothing but a sense of pleasure that he was giving me.
Opening my eyes, I sat straight on the bed, panting so hard. What was that? Was I dreaming about him? Was I having a wet dream about Ranveer? What is wrong with me, how can I? Oh gosh, I have gone crazy.
Sitting on the bed for few more minutes I waited for my raging breaths to calm down. I can feel a thick layer of sweat beads covering my forehead.
It feels like my whole body is set on fire. Heat radiating from my body. Just a mere dream of him has the power to make me wet. Leave the body, I still feel wet down there. My body is reacting his intense, on a dream, what will happen when we will actual--
Stop it, stop it Amayra. You cannot behave like this. Lusting over him is not your thing Amayra. Trying to manipulate myself like this, but my body is reacting the other way and the pool of warmness down there is the evidence of it.
Ranveer, why do you affect me so much.
My own body betrays me everytime I think about him. What type of magic he has casted over me.
That's love.
I stand up from the bed and glance at the clock to see that's it's almost midnight. So I slept for 3 hours only. Good that's better than the previous timings.
Now the whole night will go in thinking about work, life, career and about Ranveer.
Before, I could dive deep in his thought, I switched on my phone and thought of watching reels or listen to BTS, instead, I found messages from the same number again. The messages were sent for 3 hours ago, after I dozed off.
Why shall I waste my time with him, so instead, I block the number. He won't message me now. And with that, I spent the rest of the night, preparing upcoming business models and deals.
Finishing about 2 cups of coffee, I finished the flow charts and key points to focus on, in upcoming meeting and projects. Winding up my table, I went in the bathroom to take a shower and got ready for the office.
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The office of mostly empty, I reached earlier than the actual time. I thought that wasting time at office before anyone else comes is better than wasting time at home alone. Not that I am afraid of being alone. Most of the time I have been alone. In my happiness, in my sadness. Every time I needed someone, I found myself alone and providing my own shoulder to myself, so there is nothing that can scare me now.
I am standing in the coffee area, making one for myself, when a thought came to my mind. Shall I make coffee for him too?
Who wouldn't like a cup of coffee in the morning. So instead of making one, I made two cups of coffee. The office was filled with employees by now. I looked at the cabin and I can see his silhouette inside.
He has arrived.
Picking up my bag, I knocked on the door, despite of having two cups of coffee in my hand.
There he is, standing in front of the window, with his phone near his ear. Walking towards his table, I see him walking back, still engrossed in his phone.
"Good morning Sir".
"Hmm".
"I got coffee for you, hope you'd like it". I spoke, when he sat on the chair and extended my hand towards him.
In a split second, I see the coffee lying on the ground. He threw the coffee off of his table. The cup shattered into pieces and the coffee splattered all over the cabin.
"Do what you are told to do. Do not try to get on my nerves".
He roared in his signature angry and displeased voice, looking dead into my eyes. Guilt rushed inside my body, I shouldn't have done that. I should focus on my work only.
With dread emotion, I continue the work according to my schedule.
"You have a meeting in 15 minutes sir".
My voice came out like a whisper, I doubt he even heard it.
"Hm. Is everything ready?".
"Yes sir, everything is ready".
I answered without looking at him.
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In the meeting room :-
"If we decrease the amount of products in the market and increase the price, it will be profitable. The actual buyer of the product will puchase the product even if the cost will be increased. No doubt we will serve the best quality product but just with a little increased value. It's a win-win situation for both of us. Thank you".
After presenting my vision in the meeting, I sit on my seat near him. I see the eyes of employee on me, making me anxious a bit.
"End the meeting here. All of you come with your ideas tomorrow here at the same time". He spoke, standing up. All the members of the meeting nodded and emptied the room one by one. I left after everyone left, at the last, after arranging the papers.
As I was about to hold the knob of the door, I heard a ping of notification from my phone. Turning it on, I saw a different number saying.
*unknown number :- Blocking one number will not save you from me. You are my prey now and I don't let my prey slip away from me easily.
*Me :- What the hell do you want? Who are you?
*unknown number :- Your lover. I am your love Amayra.
*Me :- Bullshit. Stop messaging me otherwise I am blocking this number as well
*unknown number :- I told you, blocking the number would do nothing. I will catch you every time you try to run away from me.
"Amayra, Amayra where are you? Sir is calling you in his cabin". I got distracted by a girl.
Once again, I blocked his number and walked towards his cabin. I knock in it and enter after I hear his voice.
"Sit here". He ordered me to sit in front of him. What did I do? Is he angry on me again?
"Did I do something wrong sir?".
"I said sit here Amayra".
I nod and sit in front of him, having no other option.
"Show me you project paper".
"Sorry sir what?"
"Give me the project papers you made, do not make me repeat my words".
"Are you not going to scold me again?"
Interwining his hands, he leaned in front and spoke.
"Do you want me to scold you Amayra?".
My name from his mouth sounds heavenly. He makes my name sound beautiful.
Realising what I spoke, I shake my head negatively.
"I am sorry Sir. Here are the project papers".
Gulping hard, I hand him the papers. Having no heart to look at him, I sit there playing with my fingers. Few moments passed and he has not spoken anything since then.
Shall I look at him? No he will think that I am gawking him and all. But I need to know if I did a good job with those project papers or not.
So I decide to look up after battling an invisible war with my subconscious self. There, I find him reading the paper with a slight, a very very very little smirk on his face.
Shall I ask him?
"Where did you get this idea from?". He initiated the conversation first.
"Huh? What idea?". The smile or smirk that was on his face, disappeared as soon as I whispered this. Damn I need to learn to be attentive or he will eat me alive.
"Ohh that idea, nowhere, it just came". I answered awkwardly not knowing the proper answer to that because I, myself don't know where did I get that idea from.
"So you are telling me that this idea came to you out of the blue?". Fondling his fingers together, he placed both of his arms on the table and leaned forwards, towards me.
"Yes. Trust me I am not lying. I was working yesterday night on this project and it came, itself". With utter honesty I replied him back.
"You can go". That's what he said at last.
So I stand up and walk out of his cabin. His schedule is free until the evening, so is mine. So I decided to go to the canteen amd sit there, probably working or having some free time for myself.
Entering the canteen, buying food for myself, I sit the corner most area and have food, but a notification disturbed me. A fear in me is telling me not to see it but the curiosity in me is telling the opposite.
I pick up my phone and there a message from unknown number. I knew it, I knew it for sure. But this time, it's not only message, a picture is attached with it.
Clicking on the profile, I see the photo. It's me. That's my photo, sitting in the corner of the canteen. I am wearing the same clothes. He has taken this picture just now.
Who is he? I need to find him?
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*SPOILER* from chapter 9
"Names".
As soon as the words escaped his mouth, I slit his throat with the same knife that was on his neck, a few moments ago. Answered me or not, I don't let backstabbers live.
His blood got everywhere on my shirt and my face. The warmth of his blood felt so satisfying on my skin.
"Dump his body somewhere and clean this up". Saying this, I left the basement.
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