05-03-2026, 04:15 PM
The 9:30 AM status report had left Bavi’s nervous system in a state of total fragmentation. She managed to escape the conference room, but by 11:00 AM, the phantom sensation of Shri’s breath on her neck had become a physical ache. She needed to splash cold water on her face; she needed to reset her internal clock.
She retreated to the executive washroom at the far end of the hallway—a quiet, high-end facility rarely used during the mid-morning sprint. She locked the main door behind her, leaning against the marble counter, her chest heaving.
Click.
The lock turned again from the outside. Bavi spun around, her heart jumping into her throat.
Shri stepped inside, his tall frame instantly making the sleek, tiled room feel claustrophobic. He didn’t say a word. He simply turned the "Occupied" sign and moved toward her with the focused intent of a man who had been waiting for this "packet transfer" all morning.
"Shri, we can't—"
He silenced her with a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a takeover. It was hard, deep, and tasted of the dark coffee and raw adrenaline. Bavi’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the white cotton of his shirt as he pressed her back against the cold marble of the vanity.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her jawline. "You were shaking in the meeting," he rasped, his voice vibrating against her skin.
He pulled the collar of her maroon kurti aside, exposing the elegant line of her neck and her collarbone. Bavi’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as his mouth found the sensitive dip where her neck met her shoulder. The sensation was a high-voltage surge, a direct hit to her central processor. She felt the "wetness" below turn into a heavy, pulsing flood, drenching her lace inner-wear as her body reacted to his proximity.
Shri’s large hand moved to her shoulder, his thumb grazing her collarbone with agonizing slowness. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, his teeth grazing her lightly, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to her core.
"You’re drenched, aren't you?" he whispered against her skin. "I can feel the heat radiating off you even through the silk."
"Shri... the team... lunch," she managed to gasp, her hands tangling in his dark hair.
"Let them wait," he murmured, giving her one last, lingering kiss on the pulse point of her throat before finally stepping back. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray drop of moisture on her lower lip, his eyes dark with a promise that made her knees feel like they were running on 1% battery.
He straightened his white shirt, looking infuriatingly composed within seconds. Bavi, meanwhile, had to lean against the sink, her breath still ragged, her body humming with unspent electricity.
"Five minutes, Lead," he said, checking his watch. "The team is meeting at the South Wing cafe. Try to keep your 'status' under control."
Ten minutes later, they were sitting at a long communal table in the sun-drenched cafeteria, surrounded by six other developers and Karthik, the PM.
The contrast was brutal. To her left, Karthik was complaining about the latest API documentation. Directly across from her, Shri was casually eating a bowl of curd rice, looking every bit the disciplined junior developer.
But under the table, the "real-time sync" was still active.
Shri shifted his leg, his knee pressing firmly against Bavi's. He didn't move it. He held the contact, a secret, high-heat connection in the middle of a public space. Bavi tried to lift her spoon, but her hand was trembling. She could feel the dampness of her underwear against her skin with every breath she took.
"Bavi? Are you okay? You haven't touched your salad," one of the junior girls asked.
"I'm fine," Bavi said, her voice a pitch higher than usual. She looked up and caught Shri’s gaze. He was watching her over his water glass, his eyes hooded and predatory.
"The Lead is just a little... overwhelmed by the current load," Shri said smoothly, taking a slow sip of water. "I think she needs a bit of a break this afternoon. Don't you agree, Bavi?"
Bavi looked away, her face burning, her body screaming for the lunch to end. The sparks were flying so thick she was surprised the fire alarms weren't going off.
She retreated to the executive washroom at the far end of the hallway—a quiet, high-end facility rarely used during the mid-morning sprint. She locked the main door behind her, leaning against the marble counter, her chest heaving.
Click.
The lock turned again from the outside. Bavi spun around, her heart jumping into her throat.
Shri stepped inside, his tall frame instantly making the sleek, tiled room feel claustrophobic. He didn’t say a word. He simply turned the "Occupied" sign and moved toward her with the focused intent of a man who had been waiting for this "packet transfer" all morning.
"Shri, we can't—"
He silenced her with a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a takeover. It was hard, deep, and tasted of the dark coffee and raw adrenaline. Bavi’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the white cotton of his shirt as he pressed her back against the cold marble of the vanity.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her jawline. "You were shaking in the meeting," he rasped, his voice vibrating against her skin.
He pulled the collar of her maroon kurti aside, exposing the elegant line of her neck and her collarbone. Bavi’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as his mouth found the sensitive dip where her neck met her shoulder. The sensation was a high-voltage surge, a direct hit to her central processor. She felt the "wetness" below turn into a heavy, pulsing flood, drenching her lace inner-wear as her body reacted to his proximity.
Shri’s large hand moved to her shoulder, his thumb grazing her collarbone with agonizing slowness. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, his teeth grazing her lightly, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to her core.
"You’re drenched, aren't you?" he whispered against her skin. "I can feel the heat radiating off you even through the silk."
"Shri... the team... lunch," she managed to gasp, her hands tangling in his dark hair.
"Let them wait," he murmured, giving her one last, lingering kiss on the pulse point of her throat before finally stepping back. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray drop of moisture on her lower lip, his eyes dark with a promise that made her knees feel like they were running on 1% battery.
He straightened his white shirt, looking infuriatingly composed within seconds. Bavi, meanwhile, had to lean against the sink, her breath still ragged, her body humming with unspent electricity.
"Five minutes, Lead," he said, checking his watch. "The team is meeting at the South Wing cafe. Try to keep your 'status' under control."
Ten minutes later, they were sitting at a long communal table in the sun-drenched cafeteria, surrounded by six other developers and Karthik, the PM.
The contrast was brutal. To her left, Karthik was complaining about the latest API documentation. Directly across from her, Shri was casually eating a bowl of curd rice, looking every bit the disciplined junior developer.
But under the table, the "real-time sync" was still active.
Shri shifted his leg, his knee pressing firmly against Bavi's. He didn't move it. He held the contact, a secret, high-heat connection in the middle of a public space. Bavi tried to lift her spoon, but her hand was trembling. She could feel the dampness of her underwear against her skin with every breath she took.
"Bavi? Are you okay? You haven't touched your salad," one of the junior girls asked.
"I'm fine," Bavi said, her voice a pitch higher than usual. She looked up and caught Shri’s gaze. He was watching her over his water glass, his eyes hooded and predatory.
"The Lead is just a little... overwhelmed by the current load," Shri said smoothly, taking a slow sip of water. "I think she needs a bit of a break this afternoon. Don't you agree, Bavi?"
Bavi looked away, her face burning, her body screaming for the lunch to end. The sparks were flying so thick she was surprised the fire alarms weren't going off.
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