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Aira Roy wanted a soft love, sweet kisses, slow mornings, and the kind of man who'd worship her heart.
What she got was...
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Author's POV~
Today was the first day of Aira's office. She had been allotted a great position at her new job, which was obviously done by Ivan.
He knew her capabilities better than anyone else and ensured she received exactly what she deserved.
Everything about her presence here was his doing, from the position she held to the respect she commanded even before uttering a word.
Aira was ready for her first day at the new office. Her nerves hummed quietly as she slipped into a simple kurti paired with an elegant organza dupatta.
She glanced at the clock and realized she was cutting it close. Grabbing her bag, she rushed out the door and slid into the driver's seat of her car.
The roads, however, had other plans.
The traffic stretched endlessly ahead, a maze of honking cars and impatient drivers. Aira tapped her fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, watching the minutes pass by.
"Not today," she muttered under her breath, shifting restlessly in her seat.
By the time she finally arrived, the towering glass building of Hack Metrics seemed to stare down at her in quiet judgment.
Aira drove through the parking lot, her eyes scanning for an open spot.
Finally, she spotted a spot near the back and quickly pulled into it, the engine of her car clicking off.
Slipping out of the car, Aira tugged at the end of her organza dupatta to make sure it was draped just right. As she shut the door, she felt a sudden pull, her dupatta had gotten caught in the handle.
She fumbled with the car door handle, her hands clumsy as she tried to release the fabric without damaging it.
Finally, with one last tug, the dupatta came loose.
Her hands fumbled nervously with her dupatta, and her eyes darted around, hoping she didn't look too disheveled.
She passed a sleek black car parked near the entrance, its tinted windows reflecting the morning sun.
Taking a moment to compose herself, she glanced at her reflection in the car's side window. She knew she needed a quick touch-up.
Her hair was fine, but her lipstick had faded.
She dug into her bag, pulling out the lipstick and quickly swiping it across her lips. As she applied it, her reflection in the car window caught her attention.
With a sigh, she pressed a soft kiss onto the cool surface of the glass, leaving a faint lipstick mark behind. It was a small, almost silly gesture, but it gave her a sense of comfort.
