MALHOTRA ENTERPRISES – SECOND WEEK

The elevator dinged softly, and Vidita stepped out with a handful of files in one arm and her coffee in the other. She was getting used to the place — sort of. The stiff atmosphere, the long corridors, the people who never smiled unless absolutely required.

Still, she had started walking straighter.

There was something empowering about handling responsibilities in such a massive firm. Being Kabir Sharma's assistant wasn’t easy — his expectations were sharp and relentless. But Vidita matched his pace, even when her legs ached and eyes burned.

She didn’t know, as she crossed the glass hallway that overlooked the executive wing…

That someone was watching.

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RIDHVAN

Behind the black-tinted glass of his private office, Ridhvan Malhotra stood — coffee untouched, eyes unmoving.

He’d seen her again.

The girl in pink that day — today she wore dull blue, hair tied, glasses low on her nose. Nothing fancy. Yet… something about her presence tugged at his attention like a thread pulling at old wounds.

He should’ve looked away.

But he didn’t.

“She’s sharp,” Tanya had said once, noticing his gaze linger. “Kabir’s impressed.”

Of course he is, Ridhvan thought bitterly.

He watched Vidita pause near the printer, adjusting a jammed tray. Her face twisted in focus — unaware of the glass eyes fixed on her.

She didn’t know how dangerous it was to stand where she stood.

Ridhvan took a slow breath.

Middle-class.

Local degree.

Bright eyes. Soft voice.

This office wasn’t built for softness.

Yet softness was moving through his territory — like it belonged.

He turned away abruptly and walked back to his desk. Disgusted at his own thoughts.

She was nothing.

Or so he told himself.

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VIDITA – THAT EVENING

Back home, Vidita dropped her bag on the sofa and let out a long sigh. Her sister came running with a mango candy already unwrapped.

"Kaise gaya aaj ka din, madam?" Mitali beamed.

"Zinda bach gayi toh kaafi hai," Vidita groaned playfully, flopping onto the sofa.

Her mom entered with a steel plate filled with her favorite upma. “Kabir sir ne daanta toh nahi?”

Vidita shook her head. “Nahi, par unka patience... milk boiling on high flame jaisa hai. Kab kab overflow ho jaaye pata nahi.”

Everyone laughed.

Her father sat nearby, pretending to read the newspaper, but she saw the small smile tug at his lips.

These small moments — this peace — this is why she was fighting so hard.

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RIDHVAN – SAME NIGHT, 12:14 AM

The lights at Club Hive flashed red and violet, people danced around like chaos in slow motion. Laughter. Music. Touches. Bodies close, drinks poured, lies exchanged in whispers.

And in the corner — unmoved — sat Ridhvan Malhotra, alone in a private booth, untouched by the wild.

A woman approached — tight dress, bolder eyes. “Mind if I sit?”

He didn’t look up. “You can sit. But don’t talk.”

She hesitated, smiled nervously, and sat.

Ridhvan took a sip of his whiskey, cold and silent.

His world was noise — business, dominance, control. He came here not for pleasure, but for the illusion of forgetting.

But tonight… he couldn’t forget her.

That girl in Kabir’s shadow. With eyes that had no fear. She had walked with confidence, not flirtation. Worked hard, not hungry for power. She wasn’t pretending.

And that’s what irritated him most.

She wasn’t trying to catch his attention.

Yet she had it.

He stood suddenly, startling the woman beside him.

He signal her to follow him as he now for what reason she is here

As it was obvious the way she was showing her clevage and not forgot her dress short tight showing her body way to much

As they reach the room Ridhvan open the door goes inside and sit on the bed and then the girl come

She looks at him just by gazing at him she felt her things clench

And ridhvan saw it too then he signal her with his eyes to remove her clothes without any hesitation she starts to remove her clothes and crawl towards him and starts to remove his belt and then his pants

Ridhvan was just sitting and looking at her when his monster came infront her she became nervous that how will it fit in her

Ridhvan without and delay grab her hair and put his monster in her mouth and start thrusting in her mouth after releasing in her mouth he just throw the bundle of money on bed

Then he left.

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VIDITA – NIGHT

In her bedroom, Vidita lay under her old fan, eyes open. Thinking.

Not about the stress.

Not about Kabir’s demands.

But about the glass wall.

She had felt something earlier. Like eyes.

She didn’t believe in ghosts — but that gaze hadn’t felt human either.

It had felt… calculated.

She turned and closed her eyes.

Just overthinking. First job stress. Ignore it.

But far above her — in a tower of g

lass and silence — a storm had already started watching.

And storms don’t stay quiet for long.

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