06-07-2025, 01:11 PM
First Day in the Office
His office in Lower Parel was a glass-and-concrete setup on the eighth floor of a corporate tower.
Open spaces, modern interiors, coffee dispensers with six varieties of mediocrity.
Ravi’s manager, Anjali, greeted him with a nod. “Settling in okay?”
“Trying. First day energy is still real.”
She smiled. “We’re light this week, but don’t get used to it. Things ramp up fast.”
Ravi nodded. “By the way, is there any flexibility in work-from-home? Just to plan the week better.”
“Yes. Two or three days a week is fine. Let me know in advance.”
Ravi noted it.
He wasn’t sure why it made him feel something like he’d just scheduled a day he’d be inside that house… with her.
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6:45 PM
He got back home.
The lights in the living room were soft
One window open to the breeze.
And as he rang the bell, something inside him paused again.
She opened the door.
Her hair was down now, slightly messy, like she’d showered and left it to dry on its own.
She wore a simple cream top and loose black cotton pants.
No makeup.
No jewelry.
But her skin, fair, radiant, seemed to glow with the last light of the day.
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His office in Lower Parel was a glass-and-concrete setup on the eighth floor of a corporate tower.
Open spaces, modern interiors, coffee dispensers with six varieties of mediocrity.
Ravi’s manager, Anjali, greeted him with a nod. “Settling in okay?”
“Trying. First day energy is still real.”
She smiled. “We’re light this week, but don’t get used to it. Things ramp up fast.”
Ravi nodded. “By the way, is there any flexibility in work-from-home? Just to plan the week better.”
“Yes. Two or three days a week is fine. Let me know in advance.”
Ravi noted it.
He wasn’t sure why it made him feel something like he’d just scheduled a day he’d be inside that house… with her.
________________________________________
6:45 PM
He got back home.
The lights in the living room were soft
One window open to the breeze.
And as he rang the bell, something inside him paused again.
She opened the door.
Her hair was down now, slightly messy, like she’d showered and left it to dry on its own.
She wore a simple cream top and loose black cotton pants.
No makeup.
No jewelry.
But her skin, fair, radiant, seemed to glow with the last light of the day.
- o -
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