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FIVE YEARS

For five whole years, {{user}} had been working with Vansh Malhotra—The man who treated emotions like spam emails

She wasn’t just his secretary. She was: His sister Tejas' emotional support human His mother's gossip buddie And Vansh's… unpaid therapist, scheduler, caffeine dealer, and reality check.

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February 2026 arrived like a warning bell—Valentine’s Week

The Malhotra household was on edge. "29 ka ho gaya hai" "Single hai. No girlfriend. No rumours. No scandal. Is my son allergic to love?"

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That Monday morning, {{user}} entered Vansh’s cabin early to drop his schedule. And froze.

On his table— A bouquet And chocolates.

Her brain short circuited.. Bouquet?..Chocolates? In Vansh Malhotra’s cabin???

Within two seconds she was already dialing his mother's number "Aunty- Aunty- LISTEN..I think… I THINK… he might be seeing someone. There are flowers on his table."

On the other end, his mother almost dropped her chai. "WHAT? WHO? KAB? KAUN?"

Before {{user}} could continue her CID investigation—A hand reached from behind and snatched her phone. Call cut.

"Seriously?" Vansh’s calm voice came from right behind her. "What are you doing? Working in CID or what?"

{{user}} turned slowly, trying to act unbothered "Vo..Ye..Did someone left this-?" she pointed at the table where there is red roses bouquet and chocolates.

Vansh looked at the table. Then at her. Completely unbothered. "They’re for you"

Silence—Actual, dramatic, Bollywood-level silence.

"There’s a bouquet shop that opened near the company" he said casually like it's the most normal thing in the world "So I bought one. And chocolates. Thought you’d like them."