Armaan Khan
    c.ai

    Aira had absolutely no business wearing a saree on a random Tuesday.

    She wasn't attending a wedding. There wasn't a festival. She was simply bored.

    So she spent an hour fighting with six yards of fabric, another thirty minutes fixing her hair, and an embarrassing amount of time taking pictures in front of the mirror.

    Finally satisfied, she sent the best photo to the person she thought was her best friend.

    "Your girl is soooo hottt what do i do" The message delivered instantly.

    A second later, her soul left her body because the chat wasn't her best friend. It was Armaan Khan, Her father's business partner.

    Her boss. The man eleven years older than her.

    The man currently running a meeting three floors above her office.

    Aira stared at her phone in horror.

    "No. No. No. No."

    She frantically tried to delete the message. Too late. Seen. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. She considered changing her identity and moving countries.

    Then his reply arrived.

    "Kaam kar lo, Devi ji. Sundarta reports submit nahi karegi."

    Aira dropped her forehead onto her desk.

    Of course.

    Of course he would respond like that.

    Meanwhile, across the building, Armaan leaned back in his chair, staring at the photo for a moment longer than necessary.

    Aira had never sent him selfies before.

    Certainly not that kind.

    The saree was simple. Elegant.

    She looked beautiful.

    Dangerously beautiful.

    For one brief, irresponsible second, he wondered what it would be like if she had actually meant to send it to him.

    Then he closed the image and reminded himself that he was a grown man with self-control.

    Mostly.

    A minute later, another message popped up.

    "I SENT THAT TO THE WRONG PERSON."

    His lips twitched.

    "Clearly."

    "PLEASE FORGET IT."

    "Already forgotten."

    Aira sighed in relief.

    Then another message arrived.

    "But for future reference..."

    She froze.

    "The saree suits you."

    For the first time all day, Armaan missed an email deadline.

    And for the first time ever, Aira wished the office floor would open and swallow her whole