The morning sun hit the glass of the Khurana Penthouse with a blinding, mocking brightness. Myra stepped out of the elevator, her heart thumping against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She looked like a disaster. Her hair was a tangled mess of salt and rain, and she was swallowed whole by Rohan's oversized grey hoodie and baggy trackpants. She had hoped—prayed—that Reyansh would have left for his 8:00 AM board meeting. She just needed ten minutes to shower, change into her armor of silk and heels, and pretend the night at Rohan's never happened.
The living room was silent. She let out a breath of relief, her hand moving to her throat.
"You're late for work, Miss Kapoor."
The voice didn't come from the hallway. It came from the shadows of the massive velvet armchair facing the window.
Myra froze. The chair swiveled slowly. Reyansh was sitting there, still wearing his dress shirt from the night before, though his tie was gone and his top buttons were undone. He looked like he hadn't slept a second. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a dark, lethal exhaustion. On the table beside him sat an empty bottle of expensive scotch and her waterlogged phone.
"Reyansh... I can explain," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He stood up, his massive frame blocking the morning light. He walked toward her with the slow, deliberate pace of a predator who had already won. His gaze traveled down her body, lingering on the 'Property of Delhi University Medical' logo on the hoodie she was wearing.
Explain what?" he rasped, stopping just inches from her. The scent of alcohol and cold rage rolled off him in waves. "Explain why your GPS died at his doorstep? Or explain why you're wearing his clothes, smelling like his soap, while I spent the night counting every minute you were in his bed?"
"Nothing happened! It was the rain, my phone died, and he—"
"He what? He was 'kind'?" Reyansh's hand shot out, his fingers hooking into the collar of the oversized hoodie and yanking her forward. "He was 'stable'? Did he touch you, Myra? Did he look at you and think he could keep you?"
"He's just a friend!" she cried, grabbing his wrists to steady herself
"Friends don't dress you in their clothes," Reyansh hissed, his face inches from hers. "Friends don't keep you overnight while your boss—the man you actually belong to—is losing his mind in the rain outside."
He shoved her back slightly, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "You violated the contract. You interfered in your 'private life' in a way that affected my peace. And now, I'm going to make sure you never want to wear another man's clothes again "
He grabbed the hem of the hoodie, his intentions clear. He didn't care about the office. He didn't care about the merger. In this moment, he only cared about erasing every trace of Rohan Malhotra from her skin.
Author's Thought
HE WAS WAITING FOR HER! 😱🔥 Reyansh literally sat in that chair all night drinking and stewing in his jealousy. Seeing her in Rohan's clothes was the final straw. He is officially a "Yandere" CEO now! 🚩🚩🚩