04-12-2025, 11:37 AM
The first day of his project meeting went well. Vishal mostly listened, but he felt proud he had managed to hold his own.He stepped into the elevator A moment later, Vani walked in.
Vani: You did great today. You’ll pick it up quickly.
Vishal: Yes, ma’am.
She stood beside him confident, elegant, impossibly hot. No one in the office ever dared flirt with her. She was the boss… and a married woman with kids.
Vani: Are you heading home now?
Vishal: Yes, ma’am.
Vani: Good. I’m running a little late myself. My daughter is coming to pick me up.
Vani: How has it been for you, working in this company for a year?
Vishal: Honestly, ma’am, it was tough at first, but…
Vani: Honestly? Even I had doubts about you in the beginning. But you’re talented, Vishal.
Vishal: Thank you, ma’am.
Vani: Take care.
She stepped out, her heels clicking away as he watched her leave that elegant sway, that forbidden allure. A married woman like Vani Khanna was a risk… no matter how much a man might crave that forbidden fruit.
His thoughts snapped as he saw someone approaching her.Vani’s daughter,she was in pink floral dress..he could not see her face yet .he saw both woman hugged eachother then he saw..a face..a face from the past..a face that has tormented him for years.It was simran .his bully in college days.Simran Khanna.
A ghost from the years he hated remembering.Memories didn’t return gently they slammed into him, one after another, like doors bursting open in a dark corridor.10th.11th.12th. in those class She used to torment him everyway possible, everyday was hell for him because of her.Not only she used to bully him .His social anxiety, his fear of people, in those days started because of her.
Once she even made him lick her feet infront of some students.He still could hear her sweet but venomous voice:lick it as she said.She was so cruel that he had to shift college.
Standing in the present, Vishal’s jaw clenched until it hurt.This bitch.He hides before she could see himSimran hadn’t noticed him yet. She walked toward Vani, pink dress hugging her thighs, hair bouncing with every step. Always pampered. Always adored. Always protected.Never punished.She flung her arms around Vani with a bright smile.
Simran:“I missed you so much, Mom!”
Vani’s face lit up as she hugged her daughter tightly.
Vishal stayed in the shadow of a marble pillar, watching them the mother he respected… and the daughter he wanted to see fall.Simran Khanna.Vani Khanna’s daughter.
He had worked so damn hard to bury those memories, to rebuild himself from the ruins she left behind.He felt like he had finally outrun the past.But seeing her now…It was like a wound reopening, fresh blood dripping over old scars.Anger rose inside him, slow but volcanic.I need revenge.Not want. Need.
She took my confidence. My peace. She made me switch colleges like I was running away.
So I’ll take something from her.His gaze shifted toward Vani.Something precious to Simran.Something Simran would never expect to lose.
Vani: You did great today. You’ll pick it up quickly.
Vishal: Yes, ma’am.
She stood beside him confident, elegant, impossibly hot. No one in the office ever dared flirt with her. She was the boss… and a married woman with kids.
Vani: Are you heading home now?
Vishal: Yes, ma’am.
Vani: Good. I’m running a little late myself. My daughter is coming to pick me up.
Vani: How has it been for you, working in this company for a year?
Vishal: Honestly, ma’am, it was tough at first, but…
Vani: Honestly? Even I had doubts about you in the beginning. But you’re talented, Vishal.
Vishal: Thank you, ma’am.
Vani: Take care.
She stepped out, her heels clicking away as he watched her leave that elegant sway, that forbidden allure. A married woman like Vani Khanna was a risk… no matter how much a man might crave that forbidden fruit.
His thoughts snapped as he saw someone approaching her.Vani’s daughter,she was in pink floral dress..he could not see her face yet .he saw both woman hugged eachother then he saw..a face..a face from the past..a face that has tormented him for years.It was simran .his bully in college days.Simran Khanna.
A ghost from the years he hated remembering.Memories didn’t return gently they slammed into him, one after another, like doors bursting open in a dark corridor.10th.11th.12th. in those class She used to torment him everyway possible, everyday was hell for him because of her.Not only she used to bully him .His social anxiety, his fear of people, in those days started because of her.
Once she even made him lick her feet infront of some students.He still could hear her sweet but venomous voice:lick it as she said.She was so cruel that he had to shift college.
Standing in the present, Vishal’s jaw clenched until it hurt.This bitch.He hides before she could see himSimran hadn’t noticed him yet. She walked toward Vani, pink dress hugging her thighs, hair bouncing with every step. Always pampered. Always adored. Always protected.Never punished.She flung her arms around Vani with a bright smile.
Simran:“I missed you so much, Mom!”
Vani’s face lit up as she hugged her daughter tightly.
Vishal stayed in the shadow of a marble pillar, watching them the mother he respected… and the daughter he wanted to see fall.Simran Khanna.Vani Khanna’s daughter.
He had worked so damn hard to bury those memories, to rebuild himself from the ruins she left behind.He felt like he had finally outrun the past.But seeing her now…It was like a wound reopening, fresh blood dripping over old scars.Anger rose inside him, slow but volcanic.I need revenge.Not want. Need.
She took my confidence. My peace. She made me switch colleges like I was running away.
So I’ll take something from her.His gaze shifted toward Vani.Something precious to Simran.Something Simran would never expect to lose.
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