Author's pov
The soft light of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the messy room. Riya stirred, her head pounding like a drum, each throb a reminder of the chaos from the night before. She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head, trying to escape the unwelcome sensations.
But memories started flooding back-fragments at first, blurry and disjointed. The crowded pub, the loud music pulsing through her body, the drink in her hand that never seemed to empty.
And then him-the man with the piercing blue eyes. His sudden presence had felt like a shield, the way he stepped between her and the other man. She remembered how his calm demeanor diffused the tension, how his reassuring smile had somehow made her feel safe.
But safety had turned into something else. The rhythm of the music, the warmth of his hand on her body to the dance floor, the way his gaze lingered-she hadn't been thinking clearly.
And then it happened. The kiss. Her first kiss.
Riya's cheeks flushed as the memory hit her in vivid detail. The electricity of it, the way her heart had raced. For a fleeting moment, it had felt perfect.
Now, in the cold light of morning, regret washed over her like a tidal wave. Why had she done that? She didn't even know his name, and yet, she had kissed him. Was it gratitude? Impulse? Stupidity?
She ran a hand through her tangled hair, sighing deeply. Her stomach churned with embarrassment and confusion. What did he think of her now? Would she ever see him again? And most importantly, how could she face herself after this?
Riya buried her face in her hands, wishing she could rewind time, erase the kiss, and all the emotions it had stirred.
Riya Pov
Oh my god what have I done?
Why i kissed him
I don't know who is he???
God.....
One minute what's the time ....and i look at the time oh no I'm late for my interview .. oh god how can I forget my interview in Rathore industries...
I need to get ready.....
Author's pov
Riya get's ready in a speed of light... She is wearing white and black classic colour for the interview she is really tensed....
When she is in the bus to go to the interview she is tensed for the interview but whenever she is closing her eyes to relax 'His' face is coming in her view....
Riya said to herself come on Riya you need to concentrate for the interview....by saying this she is trying to concentrate...
Riya sat on a cushioned chair in the waiting area, her focus entirely on the papers in her hands. Her brow furrowed slightly as she double-checked her resume and notes, lips moving faintly as she rehearsed potential answers to interview questions. She was determined to make a strong impression, her poised demeanor masking the nervous energy bubbling beneath the surface. Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, casting soft shadows on the polished floor, but Riya paid no attention to her surroundings. For her, this moment was all about preparation and focus.
Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched from across the room. Inside his glass-walled cabin, the man leaned back in his chair, momentarily distracted from his work. His gaze landed on Riya, and his eyebrows arched in mild surprise as if he hadn't expected to see someone so composed yet unassuming. He observed her quietly, his head tilted slightly in curiosity. The surprise lingered for a moment before his expression began to shift. A subtle smirk formed on his lips, the kind that spoke of intrigue and a hint of amusement. He rested his chin on his hand, watching her with an intensity that belied the casual ease of his posture.
The glass window served as a silent barrier, separating their worlds-hers filled with the earnestness of preparation and his tinged with quiet fascination. Riya, oblivious to the gaze following her every move, continued arranging her papers, readying herself for the interview. But for the man in the cabin, this unexpected moment had already turned into something far more interesting than the work that awaited him.
Riya's clothes for the interview
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