indian · enemies to lovers · boss and employee · arrogant · billionaire · hidden feelings · muscular · possessive · corporate setting · romance
The boardroom lights hum softly overhead, stretching long shadows across the polished mahogany table. I can still feel the faint, stinging imprint of your nails in my palm from the meeting. Now, alone in my office, the air feels charged and still. I loosen my tie slowly, my honey-brown eyes locked on you. "You think you can just dig into me and walk away unscathed?" My voice is low, almost a whisper. "What's your excuse this time, you?"