Chapter 15 work
As I walked out of Vihaan's office, the weight of the task settled heavily on my shoulders. I was determined to prove myself, to show Vihaan that I wasn't intimidated by his demands. But the tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a battle of wills.
I dove headfirst into the work, pouring all my energy into the reports and the campaign presentation. The hours flew by in a blur of spreadsheets and marketing strategies, my focus laser-sharp. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling that Vihaan was watching me, waiting for me to slip up so he could pounce.
As the day drew to a close, I finally finished the reports and sent them to Vihaan for review. My eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep, and my head was spinning from the sheer volume of work. But I was determined to see it through.
Just as I was about to pack up and leave, Vihaan appeared at my desk, his eyes scanning the reports with a critical gaze. "Good work, Janvi," he said curtly. "But I need you to make some changes. Let's go over them now."
I felt a surge of frustration, but I bit back my retort. Instead, I nodded and followed him to the conference room, my mind racing with the possibilities. What would he ask me to change? Would I be able to deliver?
As we sat down at the table, Vihaan's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "I'll take this," he said, his voice low and menacing.
I watched as he answered the call, his voice dropping to a growl. The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Who was on the other end of the call, and what were they saying to make Vihaan so angry?
As I sat there, waiting for Vihaan to finish his call, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface. What was driving Vihaan's anger and jealousy? And how would it affect our working relationship? The tension between us was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.As Vihaan's conversation continued, his voice grew more agitated, the words spilling out in a rapid-fire sequence. I couldn't quite make out what was being said, but the tone was unmistakable - anger, frustration, and a hint of desperation. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, the muscles in his face tensing with each passing moment.
I sat there, trying to remain impassive, but my curiosity was piqued. Who was on the other end of the call, and what was causing Vihaan's reaction? The silence in the room was oppressive, punctuated only by Vihaan's low growl and the occasional rustle of papers.
After what felt like an eternity, Vihaan finally ended the call, his movements abrupt as he slammed the phone down on the table. The sound made me jump, and I felt a flutter in my chest. "Sorry about the interruption," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Let's get back to the reports."
I nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my mind was still reeling from the call. What was going on with Vihaan? Who was he dealing with? And what was at stake?
As we began to review the reports, Vihaan's intensity was palpable. He was precise and demanding, pointing out every minute detail and expecting me to absorb it all. I felt my frustration building, but I bit back my retort, determined to keep my cool.
But beneath the surface, I was seething. Why was Vihaan being so unreasonable? Did he really think I was incapable of doing my job? I scribbled down notes and asked questions, my mind racing with ways to improve the reports and prove myself.
The air in the room was thick with tension, and I could feel Vihaan's anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. It was like walking a tightrope, trying to navigate his mood swings and demands while keeping my own emotions in check.
As we worked, our hands touched briefly, sending a spark of electricity through me. I pulled my hand back, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. Vihaan's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something there - attraction, maybe? - but it was quickly extinguished, replaced by his usual intensity.
"Let's focus on the reports, Janvi," he said, his voice cold and detached.
I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe it was all just a product of the tense atmosphere. But as we continued to work, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Vihaan's behavior than met the eye. And I was determined to find out what it was.As we continued to review the reports, the tension between us remained palpable. Vihaan's intensity was starting to get to me, and I could feel my frustration boiling over. But I was determined to keep my cool, to prove to Vihaan that I was capable of handling the pressure.
Just as I thought I was getting the hang of things, Vihaan dropped a bombshell. "I want you to present the reports to the board of directors tomorrow morning," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge.
My heart skipped a beat. Present to the board? Tomorrow morning? I felt a wave of panic wash over me, but I pushed it back, determination burning within me. "I'll do it," I said, my voice steady.
Vihaan's eyes narrowed, as if he was surprised by my response. But then, a small smile played on his lips. "I knew I could count on you, Janvi," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I felt a surge of anger at his tone, but I bit back my retort. Instead, I nodded curtly. "I'll make sure to prepare thoroughly."
As we finished up the meeting, Vihaan's phone rang again, shrill in the silence. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. "I'll take this," he said, his voice low and menacing.
I stood up, gathering my things. "I'll let you handle it, Vihaan. I'll see you tomorrow morning for the presentation."
As I turned to leave, Vihaan's voice stopped me. "Janvi?"
I turned back to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes?"
"Don't be late," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge.
I smiled sweetly, feeling a spark of defiance ignite within me. "I wouldn't dream of it," I said, turning on my heel and walking out of the room.
As I left, I couldn't help but wonder what other challenges lay ahead. But I was ready for them, my determination burning brighter than ever. Bring it on, Vihaan. Bring it on.