I have to talk to you
She was dressed to kill, and as she walked into the office, most of them stared at her for three reasons.
1) Because she looks different in her flowy, navy blue dress and a pony tail.
2) Because it was well-known fact in the hospital that she had been admitted to the hospital and released just this morning.
3) And because the gossipers suspected something fishy between her and the boss.
She smiled at them, and thanked the few of them who came forward to wish her well. More than 15 days had passed since she first arrived in this office, and though she knew every corner of this place by now, the people who worked here were a different matter.
She had never been good with friends but with the work and Vansh taking up all her free time, by appearance or day-dreams, she hadn’t even shared a fun conversation with anyone.
It saddened her when she realized that she had, unknowingly given him control over her time and activities as well. She did what he did, majority sex and other times she thought about him. Her shoulders drooped, her head went low.
As a feminist, she had prided herself for never letting anyone control her life. Her insecurities were a different matter, but she was never consumed and never let any person control her.
But today, though not specifically and not intentionally, she let a man control her.
She didn’t like this side of her.
Her body, her mind, her heart, her job, nothing was exclusively hers anymore. And though nothing was toxic right now, but the chances of this turning into one were massive.
She could clearly see the red flags.
Vansh was a good man, but people change. And Shreya won’t cling to the hope that he never will.
She straightened her back and lifted her chin up. She straightened her dress; ‘Shit! I even dressed to be spanked easily, shit, shit, shit, shit’ she thought and shook her head.
She had reached the door that read, Mr. Vansh Mehta. She took a breath and knocked.
“Come in” ordered the voice inside.
As she pushed the door to step in, he looked up from whatever he was doing and said, “Oh hey!
You are early.”
He stood up and reached towards her, “Too much excitement?” he asked.
“You know the spanks were supposed to be a punishment, but look at you, you want it. You are waiting for it” he whispered in her ear.
“No I’m not” she replied quickly, too quickly.
“Denial, nice” he quipped.
“No, I’m not. Also, I have something important to talk to you” she said, adding every last bit of professionalism in her voice.
“Yes?” he asked, folded his hands and stared right into her eyes.
Suddenly, his towering figure intimidated her. The height she found sexy was frightening. The eyes she loved to dive into were chilling her. Her heart was beating rapidly and her confidence level was dropping.
She took a deep breath and tried saying something but her lips wouldn't cooperate. Her voice was lost in her fears and insecurities. She wanted to tell him what and how she felt, she had read a thousand times that communication is the key to a successful relationship, she had also read that it's easier for the heart to share.
But none of that could motivate her right now.
"What's wrong, Shreya?" asked Vansh.
"Nothing, Nothing at all"
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