[Author's POV – After the Announcement | 11:50 AM]
The coffee room still hums with the echo of Tanya's laughter, the faint rustle of congratulatory pats on backs, and the soft clink of mugs against the counter. But the real buzz, the kind that makes stomachs twist and hearts race, is not here. It's in inboxes across the floor.
One click opens the subject line everyone is waiting for: Final Selections Internship to Full-Time Conversion.
Inside, the message is short. Polished. Corporate. But one line holds the weight of an earthquake.
You are requested to complete all formalities by 3:00 PM today and report to your new department by 4:00 PM.
The clock on the wall ticks toward noon, each second pulling Priya closer to something she doesn't yet understand.
Around her, whispers bloom like wildfire who got which department, who they'll be reporting to, whose career just took a leap and whose got clipped. Tanya is glowing, soaking in every bit of attention. Others smile too wide to hide their relief. Some stare at the screen longer than necessary, searching for their names that will never appear.
But Priya... she just reads it again. Slowly. As if the words might change if she blinks too fast. The air in the room feels heavier now, charged with the invisible current of change. Desks no longer feel like safe little islands. Every face, every conversation, carries a question: What's next?
Somewhere above this floor, the man who already knows the answer watches the time and her with the patience of someone who's been waiting far longer than days.
By 4:00 PM, her world will not look the same.
And by 4:01, neither will she.
[In His Cabin | 2:15 PM]
The floor outside his cabin is quiet, the kind of corporate lull that comes just before everyone packs up for the day. But his screen is far from still.
One feed shows the reception desk where Priya is signing the HR papers. Another shows the hallway outside the conference room where they've asked her to wait for her new ID. And another, his favorite shows, the coffee room camera from an hour ago, replaying the way she smiled when Tanya hugged her.
He's already replayed it twice.
He leans back in his chair, one arm draped lazily along the armrest, the other tapping his pen against his lips. The pen pauses when the live feed shifts, Priya is walking toward the HR desk again, her dupatta brushing lightly against her side with every step. He notices everything.
The way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. The way her shoulders straighten when someone walks past her. The way her eyes stay focused ahead, unaware that somewhere, someone is looking at her like she's the only thing worth noticing in this entire building.
His thoughts aren't polite. They haven't been for a long time. He wonders what she'll do when she steps into his floor.
Or will she feel it, that quiet pull, that heat, the invisible bond between them? By 4:00 PM, she'll walk through that door.
And when she does, he'll make sure her first breath in his world feels different.
His phone buzzes with a message from HR confirming she's done with the formalities. He smiles slowly, setting the phone down. The game is no longer about waiting.
It's about keeping her exactly where he wants her and making sure she never wants to leave.
[Author's POV – 4:00 PM | Aarav's Department]
Priya steps off the elevator with her transfer letter in hand. The bright corridor feels colder than she expects, quieter too. Tanya's laughter isn't here. Her friend is now two floors above, in another department, because that's where the restructuring has placed her.
Priya had smiled for Tanya's sake earlier, told her it was fine, told her they'd meet for lunch, but now, standing here, the space feels unfamiliar. And empty.
She follows the HR assistant down the aisle, her steps echoing softly against the tiled floor. Rows of desks pass by all neatly clustered in small groups, colleagues chatting in low voices until the assistant stops at the far end of the floor.
"This will be your seat," the woman says, pulling the chair out for her.
It's the only desk here that isn't surrounded by others. It faces a large tint glass cabin, but not fully. From here, she can see the silhouette of someone seated inside. She doesn't have to be told whose office that is. It's Aarav's.
The HR assistant leaves with a polite smile.
Priya sets her bag down, feeling that odd mix of pride and unease. Pride because she's been transferred here to the director's department. Unease because this desk feels... deliberate.
Inside the cabin, Aarav leans back in his chair, one elbow on the armrest, his gaze steady through the glass. He'd made sure of this arrangement himself. No clusters. No noisy distractions. Just her where he can see her without obstruction, every hour of the day.
She thinks it's just a seating plan. He knows it's his opening move.
[Aarav's POV – Inside His Cabin]
She's here.
Not in the same building anymore, not in some other department where I have to rely on camera feeds and reports. She's here, in my space, where every glance can be mine without anyone questioning it.
Through the glass, I watch her carefully place her bag down, adjust the chair, align her notepad with the edge of the desk. She doesn't realize every small movement is a scene I've already imagined a hundred times.
Today, it's this desk. One day, it will be my house. And after that... my bedroom. Not as my intern. Not as a colleague. But as my wife.
The thought burns slow in my chest, spreading like heat to my fingers.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, flipping open her laptop, and my jaw tightens with restraint. If I could, I'd walk out there right now, close that small distance between us, and tell her exactly what I just thought. But not yet.
For now, I let her arrange her space, let her believe this is just another promotion, another reward for hard work. She doesn't need to know it's the first step in a game I've been building for weeks.
Because from this seat, I can see everything. And from this seat, I'll make sure she never has a reason to leave.
[Priya's POV – At Her New Desk]
I slide my bag off my shoulder and set it down on the polished desk. The wood feels new or maybe it just feels unfamiliar.
I glance around. The floor is buzzing with people, but no one is close enough to even make small talk. My desk isn't tucked into a team cluster. It isn't even near another intern.
It's... right in front of a cabin. His cabin. Why?
Most people would probably be thrilled. A seat in this spot means visibility. It means the boss notices you, trusts you. But I can't shake the feeling that it's too visible. That every time I look up, I'll see that glass, that door. That someone inside could be watching.
I try to tell myself it's nothing just where space was available. HR probably just arranged it this way. But still, as I set down my notebook and straighten my pen, my eyes flicker to that cabin door once more. It's closed. Silent.
And yet... I can't help but feel like it isn't.
[Aarav's POV – From Inside His Cabin]
She doesn't know the glass is a shade darker from my side.
She can't see me clearly. But I see her perfectly. Her fingers linger on the desk's edge, eyes darting around as if looking for a familiar face. There won't be one. I made sure of it.
No Tanya. No Rohit. No Sudeep. No one.
Just her. Alone. Right where I want her in my line of sight. Every movement of hers framed perfectly from where I sit.
She glances toward my cabin door. Curious. Maybe a little unsettled.
Good. Let her wonder. Let her feel that presence even without seeing me. For now, I'm content to watch her arrange her pens, straighten her files, tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Every little action is a preview of the time when she won't be doing these things for work, but for me.
I take a slow sip of coffee, the warmth doing nothing to cool the heat running through me.
Welcome to my floor, jaan. You're exactly where you're supposed to be.
[Author's POV – 4:20 PM]
From her desk, Priya opens her laptop and tries to lose herself in the welcome emails, policy documents, and a half-loaded project file sent by HR. But the awareness of where she's sitting refuses to leave her mind.
Every time her eyes lift from the screen, they find that cabin door.
Closed. Silent.
Inside, Aarav hasn't moved much at least, not enough for her to notice through the tinted glass. But his gaze hasn't left her since she sat down.
Finally, the desk phone on her right rings. She picks it up instantly. "Yes, sir?"
"Come to my cabin," his voice says, smooth but firm.
Her heartbeat jumps without warning. She places the receiver down, reaches for her notepad and pen an automatic habit and stands.
Through the glass, Aarav watches her movements in real time. The way she tucks her hair neatly behind her ear, adjusts her dupatta so it doesn't get in the way, and then walks toward his door. She pauses, knocks twice softly, politely.
"Come in," he says.
When she enters, Aarav is leaning over his laptop, typing with deliberate focus. He doesn't look up right away, letting her wait for just a beat longer than necessary. Then, he closes the lid halfway and leans back.
"I wanted to congratulate you," he says simply. "Your transfer means more responsibilities... and it also means I trust you with important work."
There's no hesitation in her smile now, no trace of the wariness she used to have. "Thank you, sir," she says, her voice steady, warm enough to be polite but not overly familiar.
The curve of her lips catches his attention more than it should. Something shifts inside him, slow and dangerous. His eyes stay on her lips a fraction too long.
"How would those lips taste like?"
The thought comes uninvited but refuses to leave. Priya tilts her head slightly. "Did you say something, sir?"
Aarav's eyes lift to hers, his expression unreadable. "Yes, I mean, no. Nothing. You can go."
"Okay, sir," she replies softly, giving a small nod before turning to leave. He watches her walk out, the faint sound of her footsteps fading into the low murmur of the office outside.
[Aarav's POV]
Through the glass, I watch her sit back down. She flips open her notebook and begins to write, unaware that I'm still looking.
She thinks today is about a transfer. She doesn't know it's about proximity.
I tap my pen against the desk, slow and steady. Soon, the tasks will start. The kind that makes her come to me for answers, the kind that keeps her in my cabin longer than necessary.
Today was about bringing her into my space.
Tomorrow will be about making her part of it.
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To be continued....
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