Khanna's report landed on Reyansh's desk at 10:00 AM with the weight of a death warrant.
"Sir, we found him. Dr. Rohan Malhotra. Specialized in Orthopedics. He attended Delhi University at the same time as Miss Kapoor. Records show they were in the same social circles. And sir... he checked into the St. Regis Mumbai yesterday for a medical conference
Reyansh didn't wait for the rest of the report. He didn't check his schedule. He grabbed his coat and walked out of the office, his aura so lethal that Sarah and the other architects practically dove under their desks to avoid his path.
The St. Regis Lobby
Rohan was exactly what Myra had described—handsome in a gentle, approachable way, wearing a soft linen shirt that screamed "kind and stable." He was sitting in the lounge, a medical journal in his lap, when a shadow fell over him.
He looked up to see a man who looked like he had been sculpted from granite and fury.
"Dr. Malhotra?" Reyansh's voice was a low, vibrating threat
"Yes? Can I help you?" Rohan asked, confused by the tall, powerful stranger looming over him.
Before Reyansh could speak, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Myra.
"I know you're there. Don't touch him."
Myra had seen Reyansh leave the office like a man possessed and had called Rohan immediately. She had spent five frantic minutes on the phone, explaining that her "crazy, possessive boss" was coming and that Rohan had to pretend they were dating to protect her job—and her life.
Reyansh sat down across from Rohan, his eyes scanning the doctor like he was looking for the best place to strike. "I'm Reyansh Khurana. Myra Kapoor works for me."
Rohan, coached by Myra's panicked phone call, put on his best 'protective boyfriend' face. He closed his journal. "Ah, the boss. Myra mentions you. She says you're... demanding."
Is that all she says?" Reyansh leaned forward, his hands folded on the table. "She told me you were in Delhi. Why are you in Mumbai without telling her boss?"
"I'm here to see my girlfriend, Mr. Khurana," Rohan said, his voice steady. "I missed her. And frankly, I don't like how much you're making her work. She's exhausted every time we FaceTime."
The mention of FaceTime—of intimacy that Reyansh wasn't a part of—made the billionaire's vision turn red. He looked at Rohan's hands, imagining them touching Myra, and he had to grip the armrest of the chair to keep from lunging across the table
Reyansh stood up abruptly. The chair screeched against the marble floor. He didn't say goodbye. He couldn't. If he stayed one second longer, he would destroy the lobby. He turned on his heel and strode out, his heart a chaotic mess of rage and a feeling he refused to name: fear. Fear that the doctor was right. Fear that Myra belonged to the light, and he was just the darkness she was currently lost in.
The Aftermath
As soon as Reyansh's black SUV sped away, Rohan let out a breath he had been holding for five minutes. He pulled out his phone and called Myra.
"Myra? It's done. He left. But god, Myra... that man looks like he wants to eat me alive. Who is he really? And why is he looking at me like I stole his soul?"
On the other end of the line, Myra sat on the floor of Reyansh's office, her face in her hands. "He's nobody, Rohan. He's just... the man I sold myself to."
"Get out of there, Myra," Rohan said, his voice genuinely concerned. "He's not just a boss. He's obsessed. I've seen that look in trauma wards—it's the look of a man who won't stop until he owns everything."
Myra hung up just as the office door swung open. Reyansh stood there, his tie loosened, his eyes wild. He didn't say a word. He walked straight to her, grabbed her waist, and lifted her onto his desk, his mouth crashing onto hers with a desperate, punishing hunger.
He didn't care about the blueprints. He didn't care about the merger. He just needed to wash the taste of "Rohan" out of her mind.
Author's Thought
THE PLOT IS SCORCHING! 🥵🔥 Rohan actually did it! He lied for her! But Reyansh is now a ticking time bomb. He saw the "competition" and it made him 10x more possessive!