Daksh Malhotra strutted into the office, nodding curtly as he accepted the greetings by his staff members who stood up for him. He fixed his attention on Sudeep, who waited for Daksh near his cabin door to carry out his instructions if any.

"Send my ASSISTANT to my Cabin, Sudeep!" Daksh ordered Sudeep, emphasizing the 'personal assistant' part with a smirk playing on his lips.

" Sir, Asmita is already in your cabin. She has been working in the cabin for the past twenty minutes," Sudeep replied, clearing his throat slightly and pointing to Daksh that gossip mongers were listening to their conversation and could cause unnecessary troubles for them.

"Punctuality! Impressive, Ms.Sharma," thought Daksh, who was meticulous and particular on the professional front, was impressed by her professionalism on the first day, although he was no longer sure if it was his mind speaking or his attraction towards her was making him biased

Daksh dismissed Sudeep and his worries and opened the door of his cabin silently to see whether she was really working or just showing off, but the sight which awaited him only intensified the pull towards her.

She was wearing red as blood Indian formals, Salwar-Kameez, with a simple chain which had a simple ruby pendant dangling dangerously low and close to her bosom and matching earrings. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore minimal makeup, unlike all those times in the past where his assistants dressed to impress him and seek other benefits by seducing him.

She appeared so forbidden and that added to her appeal. To the player that he was, she appeared to be a doe-eyed seductress, and the fact that it appeared effortless only seemed to enhance the allure. His not-so-innocent thoughts took a turn and formulated a plan which widened his smirk,

"Everything seems to be a perfect fit and matching but something is amiss and doesn't match. Let me color Ms.Sharma in my favorite color so that she matches with her dress perfectly," he thought wickedly.



She turned around after cleaning her boss' table to find Daksh balancing himself against the wall and smirking at her. She was surprised to see him staring at her and the dazed eyes which swirled with passion began to make her nervous and that did not escape his scrutinizing gaze.

He, continuing to eye her unnervingly, started moving towards her and she nervously stepped back to maintain the distance and it continued till she hit her back against the wall. She did not dare to move from her position, dazed and fazed by the moment and the possible repercussions of her actions. He used her silence to his advantage and began to lean towards her.

She felt his hot and minty breath fanning her face and soon her heavy breaths, as she began to hyperventilate, mingled with his hot ones. As the nervousness took the better of her, her eyes shut themselves tightly.


He leaned more towards her ear to whisper huskily,

"Ms. Sharma, you have cleaned the room spotlessly yet missed out on the paper stuck in your hair. So dedicated."

He pulled the paper struck in her hair with a smirk as she opened her eyes in surprise and stared at him incredulously while cursing herself for assuming the worst about him.

"Well, could you bring me a black coffee? Also, the Singhania Project Reports, if you can, thank you!"

His words only made her flush deeper into a color matching that of her dress, much like he had wanted. She blamed the innumerable shows she had watched for having those wicked thoughts running in her mind. She was glad that she had given him a benefit of doubt before lashing out at him for his advances. Little did she know that her initial concerns about him were going to be proven right.

Daksh moved towards his table and opened his laptop as Asmita straightened herself up nervously which shaking her head at her thoughts. Priyanka, who had seen the entire scene play out, reminisced the conversation she had with Daksh the previous night.

--FLASHBACK--


"So how is my new choice, darling?" asked Priyanka, as Daksh began to unbutton his shirt for their daily night ritual since they began their dalliance.


" Exceeded my expectations, Prii. Keep it up. Your choice worked well this time. She is intelligent, mature, and sexy as well," Daksh replied, remembering the way she landed in his arms and the way she bit her lips in nervousness.

Priyanka, on the other hand, was shocked as she felt her plan fail. She had intentionally chosen Asmita for her traditional and conservative nature so that she would not get entangled with Daksh in his romantic pursuits and end up like everyone else who ended up quitting after learning about Daksh's ways with women.

"But I thought she is not your type? I mean she is so traditional?" asked Priyanka, to confirm her fears.

"Who said you can't look sensuous and ravishing in traditional attire? She is sensuous and a puzzle that I would love to unravel," Daksh answered wickedly before he grabbed her from the nape and left a smothering and punishing kiss on her lips, to begin with, their ritual.

--FLASHBACK ENDS--


Priyanka was worried for Asmita as she could make out, being in the Human Resources Department of DM Designs for long, she would end up with a broken heart and shattered dignity if Daksh decided to act on his attraction for her.

On the other hand, Asmita could not help but blush every time her eyes met with Daksh's as she remembering the weird thoughts that ran in her mind earlier, unaware that her blushing was giving him the wrong signal. She was not at all interested in having an affair with her boss and it was completely against her ethics to be involved personally in her professional space but Daksh was blissfully unaware of the ground reality as he assumed her interest in him.

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Everyone had left for their respective homes as it was well past their usual working hours. Only the night shift employees and Daksh, and hence his assistant, Asmita were left in the office.


Asmita meekly walks up to Daksh, hoping that he would not burst upon her, and asked,

"Can I leave, Sir?"

"You need to be somewhere now?" he asked, realizing that he had been too engrossed in work to realize the time after seeing the time on the clock.

"If it gets late, I don't think I will be able to find a bus so I would be grateful if I can leave now," she answered with a slight smile.

"Well, I will drop you. I have seen on your resume that your house is on the way to my home so I will drop you," answered Daksh, winding up his work and closing his laptop.


"Thank you, Sir, but it's okay. I will go on my own. I don't want to trouble you," said Asmita, who still did not forget what had happened in the morning and did not want it to repeat.


"Asmita I informed you and didn't ask you, okay? I am done and we are going together," Daksh ordered with finality lacing his tone and started walking, compelling Asmita to follow him as well.

Asmita quietly walked up after closing the rear door, sat down in the passenger seat without questioning him, and closed the door. As nervousness took over her, she pondered over the possibility of the situation of the morning repeating while Daksh ordered her to tie her seatbelt but it was of no avail as she was lost in her world.

Hence, Daksh himself bent down to tie the seat belt and Asmita, who jerked due to the sudden proximity caused her lips to brush against his cheek, much to her shock and his pleasant surprise.
There were passion and desire which was dilating Daksh's eyes and the fear and trepidation were glistening in her eyes, cursing herself for what she had done unconsciously. Daksh's hand automatically went up to push the naughty strands of hair that were lingering on her forehead, behind her ear.

And that one touch was more than enough to bring them to earth.

Daksh started the car in a hurry to begin a silent journey filled with awkwardness such that even breathing seemed to be a herculean task for Asmita. Soon, Asmita's stop came and the car screeched to a halt.

Asmita quietly got down, glad that she could finally get away from him and the embarrassment, and before she could turn to thank him, the car sprung to life and raced away, leaving her perturbed about the impression she might have been creating about herself in his mind.

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So, Daksh is misinterpreting all the signals that Asmita is unconsciously giving! Please VOTE and COMMENT!