I am going to be here for a while
494 Words
The city never slept — but Adi hadn’t either.
It took him long enough to reach Khan Enterprises, it was almost sunset, its glass towers glinting like frozen thunder under the moonlight.“Sir?” Rehan said quietly. “Security confirmed she clocked out. She works from the South Wing, 23rd floor. Would you like me to—”
Adi raised a hand. “No.”
He walked past him, down the hallway, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor. Each step was heavier than the last.
When he reached the 23rd floor, the lights were half out — the silence eerie. He stood by the glass railing overlooking the cubicles below.
And there she was.
She was gathering her files, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, that same calm grace that had once unmade him.
Adi’s chest tightened.
He stayed hidden in the shadowed corridor, watching her from a distance — a man who could command empires but not his own heartbeat. Every flick of her wrist, every calm inhale, tore through the discipline he had built around himself.
Rehan’s voice broke his trance through the earpiece. “Sir, orders?”
Adi’s jaw flexed. “None. She leaves when she leaves. Make sure no one bothers her from now on, be discreet.”
He stayed there until the elevator doors closed behind her.
And for the first time in months — he exhaled. Unknowingly he went towards her chair, her cubicle which smelled so much like her and he could see a small plant neatly placed in a corner and on the board were alot of post its with deadlines , meetings and showing no signs of fiance involvement.
The rage that had devoured, began to twist into something else — something raw, almost unbearable.
He turned away, eyes dark with a decision already forming.
“She’s not walking out of my company again,” he muttered. “Not without seeing me.”
He then moved towards his office, where Rehan’s report lay open on his desk — a detailed record of Employee ID 473-A, Department: Corporate Communications, Name: Samaira Ali.
His throat constricted around her name.
Eight months.
Eight months she had been right there — breathing the same air, walking those same marble halls — and he hadn’t known.
He flipped through the pages like a man starved — performance reports, attendance logs, internal reviews — she was flawless, professional, quiet, with zero complaints, no leaves, no distractions.
A ghost in his empire.
He laughed under his breath — the kind that hurt. “She really learned to disappear.”
His reflection stared back from the glass wall — cold, unreadable, dangerous. He had built a kingdom so high, even she couldn’t reach him… yet somehow she had lived inside it all along.
A knock at the door.
“Sir?” Rehan stepped in quietly.
"you may leave I am going to be here a while."
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