15-09-2024, 10:04 PM
Chapter 3: Roshan’s Interest
It didn’t take long for Roshan to notice Naomi. He was one of the senior employees in the office, sharp, confident, and undeniably handsome. At 32, Roshan had built a reputation as someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it. His tall, athletic build and piercing eyes made him the kind of man women couldn’t help but notice. He exuded a natural charisma, one that often left people—especially women—flustered in his presence.
From the moment Naomi had walked into the office, Roshan had been intrigued. She was different from the women he was used to—so soft, so untouched by the world’s rough edges. Her innocence was like a beacon, drawing him in. And while Naomi barely noticed him at first, Roshan had been watching her, studying the way she moved, the way her eyes darted nervously around the office, the way she always dressed so modestly, as if to shield herself from unwanted attention.
He decided to make his move during one of the quieter afternoons. Naomi was tidying up her desk, preparing to leave when she felt someone standing behind her. She turned and found herself face-to-face with Roshan. His presence was magnetic, and Naomi felt her pulse quicken.
"Naomi, right?" His voice was deep, smooth.
"Yes..." she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush, though she wasn’t sure why.
Roshan gave her a small smile, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "You’re doing well here, from what I’ve seen."
Naomi fumbled with the papers in her hand, unsure how to respond. "Th-thank you."
Roshan’s smile widened slightly. He found her awkwardness endearing. "Don’t be so nervous," he said, stepping a little closer. "I don’t bite."
Naomi blinked up at him, feeling the heat rise to her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Roshan. Her mind raced, trying to find an excuse to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the ground.
"I... I should go," she mumbled, finally finding her voice.
Roshan didn’t push. He simply nodded, his eyes lingering on her as she hurried away, her heart pounding in her chest.
Chapter 4: Vivek’s Charm
If Roshan was intensity and quiet charisma, Vivek was the opposite. At 24, he had a laid-back charm that made him easy to be around. He worked in the marketing department, and his carefree attitude and playful nature were infectious. Naomi couldn’t help but feel relaxed in his presence. While Roshan’s gaze made her feel uneasy, almost exposed, Vivek’s company was like a breath of fresh air.
Vivek had taken a liking to Naomi almost immediately. He was drawn to her soft-spoken nature, the way she blushed at the smallest compliment, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. He found her innocence refreshing in a world that often felt too fast, too superficial.
One day, after they had both stayed late to finish up their respective work, Vivek casually strolled over to Naomi’s desk, leaning against it in that effortless way of his.
"You’re always working so hard, Naomi," he teased, a lopsided grin on his face. "You’ve got to take a break sometime, you know?"
Naomi smiled, though it was shy. "I just... don’t want to mess anything up."
Vivek chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re too worried. Trust me, you’re doing great."
They talked for a while, the office emptying around them as the evening wore on. Vivek had a way of making Naomi forget her nerves, drawing her out of her shell little by little. He made her laugh, something that felt new and exciting in this unfamiliar world.
As they walked out together that night, the sky already dark and the streets quieter, there was a sense of closeness between them. Naomi had never felt this way before—comfortable, yet something more. Her heart fluttered in her chest when Vivek walked beside her, his arm brushing hers occasionally. It was a subtle, innocent kind of touch, but to Naomi, it felt bold, intimate.
At one point, Vivek reached down and gently took her hand, his fingers warm and strong against hers. Naomi’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. It was the first time she had held a man’s hand like this, and it made her feel something she couldn’t quite name—something thrilling and terrifying all at once.
"Is this okay?" Vivek asked softly, his eyes meeting hers.
Naomi nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes."
And in that moment, something shifted between them. The innocence of the touch was undeniable, but there was a quiet promise in it too—something unspoken but felt by both.
It didn’t take long for Roshan to notice Naomi. He was one of the senior employees in the office, sharp, confident, and undeniably handsome. At 32, Roshan had built a reputation as someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it. His tall, athletic build and piercing eyes made him the kind of man women couldn’t help but notice. He exuded a natural charisma, one that often left people—especially women—flustered in his presence.
From the moment Naomi had walked into the office, Roshan had been intrigued. She was different from the women he was used to—so soft, so untouched by the world’s rough edges. Her innocence was like a beacon, drawing him in. And while Naomi barely noticed him at first, Roshan had been watching her, studying the way she moved, the way her eyes darted nervously around the office, the way she always dressed so modestly, as if to shield herself from unwanted attention.
He decided to make his move during one of the quieter afternoons. Naomi was tidying up her desk, preparing to leave when she felt someone standing behind her. She turned and found herself face-to-face with Roshan. His presence was magnetic, and Naomi felt her pulse quicken.
"Naomi, right?" His voice was deep, smooth.
"Yes..." she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush, though she wasn’t sure why.
Roshan gave her a small smile, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "You’re doing well here, from what I’ve seen."
Naomi fumbled with the papers in her hand, unsure how to respond. "Th-thank you."
Roshan’s smile widened slightly. He found her awkwardness endearing. "Don’t be so nervous," he said, stepping a little closer. "I don’t bite."
Naomi blinked up at him, feeling the heat rise to her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Roshan. Her mind raced, trying to find an excuse to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the ground.
"I... I should go," she mumbled, finally finding her voice.
Roshan didn’t push. He simply nodded, his eyes lingering on her as she hurried away, her heart pounding in her chest.
Chapter 4: Vivek’s Charm
If Roshan was intensity and quiet charisma, Vivek was the opposite. At 24, he had a laid-back charm that made him easy to be around. He worked in the marketing department, and his carefree attitude and playful nature were infectious. Naomi couldn’t help but feel relaxed in his presence. While Roshan’s gaze made her feel uneasy, almost exposed, Vivek’s company was like a breath of fresh air.
Vivek had taken a liking to Naomi almost immediately. He was drawn to her soft-spoken nature, the way she blushed at the smallest compliment, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. He found her innocence refreshing in a world that often felt too fast, too superficial.
One day, after they had both stayed late to finish up their respective work, Vivek casually strolled over to Naomi’s desk, leaning against it in that effortless way of his.
"You’re always working so hard, Naomi," he teased, a lopsided grin on his face. "You’ve got to take a break sometime, you know?"
Naomi smiled, though it was shy. "I just... don’t want to mess anything up."
Vivek chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re too worried. Trust me, you’re doing great."
They talked for a while, the office emptying around them as the evening wore on. Vivek had a way of making Naomi forget her nerves, drawing her out of her shell little by little. He made her laugh, something that felt new and exciting in this unfamiliar world.
As they walked out together that night, the sky already dark and the streets quieter, there was a sense of closeness between them. Naomi had never felt this way before—comfortable, yet something more. Her heart fluttered in her chest when Vivek walked beside her, his arm brushing hers occasionally. It was a subtle, innocent kind of touch, but to Naomi, it felt bold, intimate.
At one point, Vivek reached down and gently took her hand, his fingers warm and strong against hers. Naomi’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. It was the first time she had held a man’s hand like this, and it made her feel something she couldn’t quite name—something thrilling and terrifying all at once.
"Is this okay?" Vivek asked softly, his eyes meeting hers.
Naomi nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes."
And in that moment, something shifted between them. The innocence of the touch was undeniable, but there was a quiet promise in it too—something unspoken but felt by both.
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