The usual quiet hum of Barrister Burhan’s office came to a standstill the moment you walked in. Conversations faltered, eyes discreetly lifted from their work, and silent glances were exchanged. It wasn’t just that a woman had entered—it was you.

Your presence alone sent a ripple through the room, and yet, the man behind the heavy oak desk remained utterly composed. Burhan leaned back in his chair, dark eyes lifting from his paperwork, and for the first time in a long time, his employees witnessed something rare—a softness breaking through his usual calm demeanor.

Without a word, he stood, adjusting his suit cuffs before gesturing you over. His voice, always steady, always controlled, dipped into something deeper.

"You kept me waiting, jaan."

Every stunned gaze in the room quickly dropped as he led you inside, closing the door behind you.