10-05-2026, 10:34 PM
Chapter 101 - The Weight of the Past
But before he could speak, his boss asked casually, “How is Varsha doing? My ex-boss’s daughter…”
Gowtham was taken aback. I wanted to throw her out but he is enquiring?!! Will he accept my decision..?
His boss continued with a serious tone, “She has gone through a lot. You never know the hardships she’s faced…”
Mr. Prakash — leaned back in his chair and said quietly,
“Sit down, Gowtham. Before you submit that report, I want to tell you something about Varsha. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak about her for a while, but I never found the right time.”
Gowtham paused, surprised. He sat.
Mr. Prakash looked out the window for a moment, as if gathering old memories.
“Varsha is the daughter of my ex-boss, Mr. Ashok. He was a visionary. He married a Tamil woman — one of our colleagues — almost 28 years ago. I had a long working relationship with him…”
“My ex-boss, Ashok, was once the respected Managing Director of a large manufacturing conglomerate. He was known across the industry for his honesty. He refused to indulge in the shady ‘under-the-table’ deals his junior partners kept pushing.
Those partners felt threatened by his principles. So they framed him in a massive financial scam, forged documents, and got him removed overnight. The family lost everything — their luxury home, cars, reputation, savings… everything.”
He paused, voice turning heavier.
“I was one of those subordinates who failed him. We all needed a better boat to sail through… I didn’t keep in touch for a long time. But back then, when I was working under him, I used to visit his house often. Varsha — Ashok's eldest daughter — used to call me ‘Uncle’. She was a bright, cheerful girl studying in 6th grade at the time. She’s all grown up now… I couldn’t even recognise her when I first saw her again.”
”
He looked directly at Gowtham.
“I actually met her in three different places in the last few months. First, she delivered a food parcel when I was at a client meeting. She was crazily demanding tips — that’s how she caught my attention. Then I saw her working the night shift at a medical shop the same week. She said she didn’t have change and kept the extra ten rupees. And one morning while jogging, I saw her selling salads on the roadside. Her prices were ridiculously high, but I was impressed by her hard work. I bought a salad from her one day and started a conversation. When I asked her name and her father’s name… that’s when I realised she was Ashok's daughter.”
He sighed deeply.
Upon further conversation i realised. Few years back “Ashok suffered a stroke from the stress and became bedridden. Varsha dropped her final year of MBA to support the family.
She has been working three jobs while taking care of her ailing father, her younger brother, and sister. She demands extra tips when delivering food, lies about ‘no change’ in shops to get ten rupees more… She is smart, Gowtham. Very smart. But life has made her ruthless. She has this burning resentment toward powerful men and a dangerous ‘ends justify the means’ attitude.”
Mr. Prakash leaned forward.
“I offered her this trainee position out of guilt and respect for her father — the man who once mentored me. I wanted to repay him by giving his daughter a chance to stand on her feet with dignity.”
He looked Gowtham straight in the eyes.
“She may look ambitious. She may trick you here and there. I know what you’ve been up to — I have people watching everyone. I won’t judge your decision… but she is different. She has her own battles. You are the most important asset I have here. Give her a second chance. When you give a second chance… don’t think bad of her. Train her better. Even if she fails the assessment again… do me a favour and find a way to keep her. Mold her. Give her the platform her father once gave me.”
Gowtham sat frozen.
All the cruelty he had shown Varsha — the tough questions, the sabotaged system, the public humiliation, the rigged assessment — suddenly felt heavy on his chest. He had vented his frustration on a girl who was already fighting a war he knew nothing about.
For the first time in many days, Gowtham felt genuine guilt.
He lowered his head slightly and said softly, “I… I didn’t know, Sir.”
Mr. Prakash nodded. “Now you do. Treat her fairly.”
Gowtham left the cabin with a strange heaviness in his heart. The same girl he had been trying to destroy… was the daughter of a man his boss still respected deeply.
He stood in the corridor for a long moment, staring at the assessment report in his hand.
For the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do next.
Gowtham left his boss’s cabin with a strange heaviness in his chest. The assessment report felt heavier in his hand than before. He had walked in ready to destroy Varsha’s future, but now every cruel word and action he had taken against her echoed in his mind.
He went straight to his own cabin, closed the door, and sat down heavily. Even before I could complain, Sir wants me to protect her… The time ticked by. The office slowly emptied as people left for the day.
A soft knock broke the silence.
Varsha stepped in alone, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were red-rimmed but determined. She stood straight in front of his desk.
“Why are you giving me such a hard time?” she asked directly. “This job is important to me. That’s why I approached you earlier — I didn’t want to expose your behaviour to others. I admit I failed the test. Tell me straight… what do you need from me?”
Gowtham leaned back in his chair, surprised by her boldness. He decided to play with her a little.
“Can you offer anything? that i would reconsider....” he asked with a smirk.
Varsha took a deep breath. “I know what men like you usually demand.
I’ve never bowed down before… ask me anything else
Okay then tell me your offer, let me hear..
I will give you part of my salary from next month, how does that work?
Nope.. I need something special..
What do you need..? Ask me direct Varsha said in anger..
For a moment.. Gowtham lost all his humane value he had few minutes back..
His eyes roamed on her.. He actually does this to scare her and play with her.
He decided.. lets play with her and test her limits.
He kept his eyes on her shirt and said
May be just undo few buttons out there..
She looked at him for a moment..
He expected her to be shout in shock or scold him or even slap him but instead her face show something else like.. she was expecting this
She smirked finally..
With a great disappointment she shook her head, after all, all the men are same right..?
She looked around for a moment.. she found a blind spot...
She pretend to keep the file on his table near his pc, but she kept her mobile phone camera recorded one and placed it in a way he cannot find it..
Varsha stood in front of him, breathing a little faster. Her fingers hovered over the fourth button of her shirt, hesitation clear in her eyes.
She was skeptical, unsure how far this would go, but the desperation to keep her job pushed her forward. She was determined to throw him out. before he throws her out.. she was like she is ready to drag him along with her out.
She was waiting for him to speak so the recorded can register his voice, that would be solid proof even, if part of them missed in video due to positioning.
Slowly, her fingers began to undo the button.
Gowtham lean forward as he speak... his voice low. “Looks like you have great experience in this…”
Varsha met his eyes with quiet defiance. “You and I are the same. You must have experience asking every woman who works under you. But I’m a fresher even in this… I’m starting with you Mr. Gowtham. She deliberately getting him into conversation for the record.
The moment first button undone.. he could not believe.. she actually did it, for a second he sounded like a monster to himself.
Gowtham’s smirk faded. A sudden wave of hesitation hit him. Wait… this is going too far, he thought. I was just playing with you.
He raised his hand holding the pen, intending to gesture “stop” before things escalated.
But in his haste, the pen slipped from his grip. The open ink cartridge tipped, and a thick blue-black drop of ink fell directly onto Varsha’s exposed cleavage, landing right in the soft valley between her breasts.
Varsha gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh shit…”
She immediately stepped back, looking down at the dark stain spreading on her skin and the edge of her bra.
“I’ll… I’ll wash it,” she muttered, flustered, and quickly moved toward the small attached washroom in his cabin.
Gowtham stood frozen for a second, then followed her instinctively. “Wait, I’m sorry — it was an accident…”
He pushed the washroom door open slightly, intending to apologize properly.
What he saw stopped him cold.
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Varsha had removed her shirt completely and was standing in front of the sink in just her black bra. The ink had trickled down between her heavy, full breasts, staining the top edge of her bra. She was trying to wipe it off with wet tissue, causing her breasts to jiggle softly with every movement. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the bra cups.
Gowtham’s mouth went dry. All the anger, frustration, and calculation from earlier melted away, replaced by raw, primal lust. Oh my goodness… fuck, he thought. All these days I saw her with hatred. But today she looked more gorgeous. How did i missed seeing her, how did my own eyes betrayed me too look the beauty before me.. She is GORGEOUS....
When the door creaked further under his pressure, Varsha saw him and panicked.
She shouted...... like the entire office can hear..
But before he could speak, his boss asked casually, “How is Varsha doing? My ex-boss’s daughter…”
Gowtham was taken aback. I wanted to throw her out but he is enquiring?!! Will he accept my decision..?
His boss continued with a serious tone, “She has gone through a lot. You never know the hardships she’s faced…”
Mr. Prakash — leaned back in his chair and said quietly,
“Sit down, Gowtham. Before you submit that report, I want to tell you something about Varsha. Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak about her for a while, but I never found the right time.”
Gowtham paused, surprised. He sat.
Mr. Prakash looked out the window for a moment, as if gathering old memories.
“Varsha is the daughter of my ex-boss, Mr. Ashok. He was a visionary. He married a Tamil woman — one of our colleagues — almost 28 years ago. I had a long working relationship with him…”
“My ex-boss, Ashok, was once the respected Managing Director of a large manufacturing conglomerate. He was known across the industry for his honesty. He refused to indulge in the shady ‘under-the-table’ deals his junior partners kept pushing.
Those partners felt threatened by his principles. So they framed him in a massive financial scam, forged documents, and got him removed overnight. The family lost everything — their luxury home, cars, reputation, savings… everything.”
He paused, voice turning heavier.
“I was one of those subordinates who failed him. We all needed a better boat to sail through… I didn’t keep in touch for a long time. But back then, when I was working under him, I used to visit his house often. Varsha — Ashok's eldest daughter — used to call me ‘Uncle’. She was a bright, cheerful girl studying in 6th grade at the time. She’s all grown up now… I couldn’t even recognise her when I first saw her again.”
”
He looked directly at Gowtham.
“I actually met her in three different places in the last few months. First, she delivered a food parcel when I was at a client meeting. She was crazily demanding tips — that’s how she caught my attention. Then I saw her working the night shift at a medical shop the same week. She said she didn’t have change and kept the extra ten rupees. And one morning while jogging, I saw her selling salads on the roadside. Her prices were ridiculously high, but I was impressed by her hard work. I bought a salad from her one day and started a conversation. When I asked her name and her father’s name… that’s when I realised she was Ashok's daughter.”
He sighed deeply.
Upon further conversation i realised. Few years back “Ashok suffered a stroke from the stress and became bedridden. Varsha dropped her final year of MBA to support the family.
She has been working three jobs while taking care of her ailing father, her younger brother, and sister. She demands extra tips when delivering food, lies about ‘no change’ in shops to get ten rupees more… She is smart, Gowtham. Very smart. But life has made her ruthless. She has this burning resentment toward powerful men and a dangerous ‘ends justify the means’ attitude.”
Mr. Prakash leaned forward.
“I offered her this trainee position out of guilt and respect for her father — the man who once mentored me. I wanted to repay him by giving his daughter a chance to stand on her feet with dignity.”
He looked Gowtham straight in the eyes.
“She may look ambitious. She may trick you here and there. I know what you’ve been up to — I have people watching everyone. I won’t judge your decision… but she is different. She has her own battles. You are the most important asset I have here. Give her a second chance. When you give a second chance… don’t think bad of her. Train her better. Even if she fails the assessment again… do me a favour and find a way to keep her. Mold her. Give her the platform her father once gave me.”
Gowtham sat frozen.
All the cruelty he had shown Varsha — the tough questions, the sabotaged system, the public humiliation, the rigged assessment — suddenly felt heavy on his chest. He had vented his frustration on a girl who was already fighting a war he knew nothing about.
For the first time in many days, Gowtham felt genuine guilt.
He lowered his head slightly and said softly, “I… I didn’t know, Sir.”
Mr. Prakash nodded. “Now you do. Treat her fairly.”
Gowtham left the cabin with a strange heaviness in his heart. The same girl he had been trying to destroy… was the daughter of a man his boss still respected deeply.
He stood in the corridor for a long moment, staring at the assessment report in his hand.
For the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do next.
Gowtham left his boss’s cabin with a strange heaviness in his chest. The assessment report felt heavier in his hand than before. He had walked in ready to destroy Varsha’s future, but now every cruel word and action he had taken against her echoed in his mind.
He went straight to his own cabin, closed the door, and sat down heavily. Even before I could complain, Sir wants me to protect her… The time ticked by. The office slowly emptied as people left for the day.
A soft knock broke the silence.
Varsha stepped in alone, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were red-rimmed but determined. She stood straight in front of his desk.
“Why are you giving me such a hard time?” she asked directly. “This job is important to me. That’s why I approached you earlier — I didn’t want to expose your behaviour to others. I admit I failed the test. Tell me straight… what do you need from me?”
Gowtham leaned back in his chair, surprised by her boldness. He decided to play with her a little.
“Can you offer anything? that i would reconsider....” he asked with a smirk.
Varsha took a deep breath. “I know what men like you usually demand.
I’ve never bowed down before… ask me anything else
Okay then tell me your offer, let me hear..
I will give you part of my salary from next month, how does that work?
Nope.. I need something special..
What do you need..? Ask me direct Varsha said in anger..
For a moment.. Gowtham lost all his humane value he had few minutes back..
His eyes roamed on her.. He actually does this to scare her and play with her.
He decided.. lets play with her and test her limits.
He kept his eyes on her shirt and said
May be just undo few buttons out there..
She looked at him for a moment..
He expected her to be shout in shock or scold him or even slap him but instead her face show something else like.. she was expecting this
She smirked finally..
With a great disappointment she shook her head, after all, all the men are same right..?
She looked around for a moment.. she found a blind spot...
She pretend to keep the file on his table near his pc, but she kept her mobile phone camera recorded one and placed it in a way he cannot find it..
Varsha stood in front of him, breathing a little faster. Her fingers hovered over the fourth button of her shirt, hesitation clear in her eyes.
She was skeptical, unsure how far this would go, but the desperation to keep her job pushed her forward. She was determined to throw him out. before he throws her out.. she was like she is ready to drag him along with her out.
She was waiting for him to speak so the recorded can register his voice, that would be solid proof even, if part of them missed in video due to positioning.
Slowly, her fingers began to undo the button.
Gowtham lean forward as he speak... his voice low. “Looks like you have great experience in this…”
Varsha met his eyes with quiet defiance. “You and I are the same. You must have experience asking every woman who works under you. But I’m a fresher even in this… I’m starting with you Mr. Gowtham. She deliberately getting him into conversation for the record.
The moment first button undone.. he could not believe.. she actually did it, for a second he sounded like a monster to himself.
Gowtham’s smirk faded. A sudden wave of hesitation hit him. Wait… this is going too far, he thought. I was just playing with you.
He raised his hand holding the pen, intending to gesture “stop” before things escalated.
But in his haste, the pen slipped from his grip. The open ink cartridge tipped, and a thick blue-black drop of ink fell directly onto Varsha’s exposed cleavage, landing right in the soft valley between her breasts.
Varsha gasped, eyes widening in shock. “Oh shit…”
She immediately stepped back, looking down at the dark stain spreading on her skin and the edge of her bra.
“I’ll… I’ll wash it,” she muttered, flustered, and quickly moved toward the small attached washroom in his cabin.
Gowtham stood frozen for a second, then followed her instinctively. “Wait, I’m sorry — it was an accident…”
He pushed the washroom door open slightly, intending to apologize properly.
What he saw stopped him cold.
Varsha had removed her shirt completely and was standing in front of the sink in just her black bra. The ink had trickled down between her heavy, full breasts, staining the top edge of her bra. She was trying to wipe it off with wet tissue, causing her breasts to jiggle softly with every movement. The overhead light highlighted every curve — the smooth, fair skin, the deep cleavage, the way her breasts strained against the bra cups.
Gowtham’s mouth went dry. All the anger, frustration, and calculation from earlier melted away, replaced by raw, primal lust. Oh my goodness… fuck, he thought. All these days I saw her with hatred. But today she looked more gorgeous. How did i missed seeing her, how did my own eyes betrayed me too look the beauty before me.. She is GORGEOUS....
When the door creaked further under his pressure, Varsha saw him and panicked.
She shouted...... like the entire office can hear..
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