16-05-2026, 12:24 PM
Chapter 125 - Flirt and loyalty ..
Aditya waited until the soft hum of the elevator disappeared completely. Then he turned to Sneha with a warm, disarming smile — completely different from the raw hunger Suresh had sensed earlier.
“Relax,” he said gently, his voice smooth and reassuring. “You look a little tense. Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Champagne? Or maybe just water or juice if you prefer?”
Sneha gave a small, polite smile and shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Aditya nodded and gestured toward the elegant lounge area of his private office.
“Come, let’s sit. No pressure. I promised your husband we’d just talk.” He led her to the long leather sofa, keeping a respectful distance at first, then sat across from her so she wouldn’t feel cornered.
For the first couple of minutes, he kept the conversation light and comfortable — asking about her day, how she was finding the city, even sharing a harmless funny story about a disastrous business dinner. His tone was friendly, almost protective.
Sneha slowly relaxed. Maybe Suresh was exaggerating, she thought. He did warn me Aditya is a known womanizer… but he seems like a perfect gentleman right now.
Aditya smiled, watching her carefully. “You know, Sneha… you really do light up the room. That emerald dress was a bold choice. Not many women can pull it off so elegantly.” His compliment was warm, sincere-sounding. “It brings out something special in you.”
Sneha felt a small flutter but kept her voice steady.
Thank you. It may be because of the dress and its elegance”
Aditya chuckled softly, leaning forward a little. “It’s never just a dress on a woman like you.” His eyes held hers a second longer.
“Tell me honestly — does Suresh tell you every day how stunning you are? Because if he doesn’t… that’s almost criminal.”
The flirting had begun — slow, wrapped in concern.
Sneha smiled carefully and looked away. “He does like every good husband.”
“I’m sure he is,” Aditya said, his voice dropping just a touch. “But sometimes a woman needs more than ‘good.’ She needs to feel desired. Wanted. Craved.” He paused, then added with a teasing smile, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“A little,” Sneha admitted honestly, remembering Suresh’s repeated warnings: “Aditya is dangerous. He sleeps with every beautiful woman he meets. Don’t let him charm you.” She gently shifted the topic. “Shouldn’t we talk about something else?”
Aditya respected the boundary for a moment, nodding.
He said, "I always wanted to be a conversation professional, Sneha.”
But you are beautiful and I can't help asking you some nonsense question..
He simply looked up at her with a small, knowing smile — patient and slightly amused.
“I understand,” he said softly. It's good, the conversation actually gave me a good impression about you.. “You’re loyal.
That’s rare… and very appealing.”
His eyes traced her figure one last time, slow and deliberate, before he looked away respectfully.
“Now we are almost family,” he continued.
“Your husband is one of my Hands.
If there is something you need or if there is some issue, you can reach me directly.”
Sneha smoothly responded, “Sure, I will let you know through Suresh.”
Aditya looked like he understood something deeper.
He stood up smoothly and checked his phone.
“Excuse me for a minute. I have to take this call.”
Aditya walked toward the far end of the office, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and answered the call in a low, professional voice, his back partially turned.
Sneha exhaled shakily and moved to a quiet corner of the lounge, sitting alone on a smaller sofa. Her heart was still beating faster than normal. She felt unsettled… but also strangely aware of the tension lingering in the air. She folded her hands tightly in her lap, reminding herself again of Suresh’s words.
A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened.
Suresh stepped out with Vinodhini. His eyes immediately scanned the room and found Sneha sitting by herself in the corner, looking composed but slightly flushed. Aditya was standing away near the windows, still on his phone, his back partially turned to them.
Suresh’s stomach tightened.
He walked straight to Sneha.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, searching her face.
Sneha nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine.”
But Suresh could tell something had happened in those minutes he left.
The air still felt thick. And the way Aditya had looked at her earlier kept replaying in his mind.
Aditya finally ended his call and turned around with a smooth, innocent smile, as if nothing had occurred.
huh… Suresh. Welcome back…
Aditya waited until the soft hum of the elevator disappeared completely. Then he turned to Sneha with a warm, disarming smile — completely different from the raw hunger Suresh had sensed earlier.
“Relax,” he said gently, his voice smooth and reassuring. “You look a little tense. Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Champagne? Or maybe just water or juice if you prefer?”
Sneha gave a small, polite smile and shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Aditya nodded and gestured toward the elegant lounge area of his private office.
“Come, let’s sit. No pressure. I promised your husband we’d just talk.” He led her to the long leather sofa, keeping a respectful distance at first, then sat across from her so she wouldn’t feel cornered.
For the first couple of minutes, he kept the conversation light and comfortable — asking about her day, how she was finding the city, even sharing a harmless funny story about a disastrous business dinner. His tone was friendly, almost protective.
Sneha slowly relaxed. Maybe Suresh was exaggerating, she thought. He did warn me Aditya is a known womanizer… but he seems like a perfect gentleman right now.
Aditya smiled, watching her carefully. “You know, Sneha… you really do light up the room. That emerald dress was a bold choice. Not many women can pull it off so elegantly.” His compliment was warm, sincere-sounding. “It brings out something special in you.”
Sneha felt a small flutter but kept her voice steady.
Thank you. It may be because of the dress and its elegance”
Aditya chuckled softly, leaning forward a little. “It’s never just a dress on a woman like you.” His eyes held hers a second longer.
“Tell me honestly — does Suresh tell you every day how stunning you are? Because if he doesn’t… that’s almost criminal.”
The flirting had begun — slow, wrapped in concern.
Sneha smiled carefully and looked away. “He does like every good husband.”
“I’m sure he is,” Aditya said, his voice dropping just a touch. “But sometimes a woman needs more than ‘good.’ She needs to feel desired. Wanted. Craved.” He paused, then added with a teasing smile, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“A little,” Sneha admitted honestly, remembering Suresh’s repeated warnings: “Aditya is dangerous. He sleeps with every beautiful woman he meets. Don’t let him charm you.” She gently shifted the topic. “Shouldn’t we talk about something else?”
Aditya respected the boundary for a moment, nodding.
He said, "I always wanted to be a conversation professional, Sneha.”
But you are beautiful and I can't help asking you some nonsense question..
He simply looked up at her with a small, knowing smile — patient and slightly amused.
“I understand,” he said softly. It's good, the conversation actually gave me a good impression about you.. “You’re loyal.
That’s rare… and very appealing.”
His eyes traced her figure one last time, slow and deliberate, before he looked away respectfully.
“Now we are almost family,” he continued.
“Your husband is one of my Hands.
If there is something you need or if there is some issue, you can reach me directly.”
Sneha smoothly responded, “Sure, I will let you know through Suresh.”
Aditya looked like he understood something deeper.
He stood up smoothly and checked his phone.
“Excuse me for a minute. I have to take this call.”
Aditya walked toward the far end of the office, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and answered the call in a low, professional voice, his back partially turned.
Sneha exhaled shakily and moved to a quiet corner of the lounge, sitting alone on a smaller sofa. Her heart was still beating faster than normal. She felt unsettled… but also strangely aware of the tension lingering in the air. She folded her hands tightly in her lap, reminding herself again of Suresh’s words.
A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened.
Suresh stepped out with Vinodhini. His eyes immediately scanned the room and found Sneha sitting by herself in the corner, looking composed but slightly flushed. Aditya was standing away near the windows, still on his phone, his back partially turned to them.
Suresh’s stomach tightened.
He walked straight to Sneha.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, searching her face.
Sneha nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine.”
But Suresh could tell something had happened in those minutes he left.
The air still felt thick. And the way Aditya had looked at her earlier kept replaying in his mind.
Aditya finally ended his call and turned around with a smooth, innocent smile, as if nothing had occurred.
huh… Suresh. Welcome back…
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