“What’s that?”
“That you show up.” His voice softened, losing its commanding edge. “That you walk down that aisle and choose me. Everything else is just... details.”
Ishani’s heart squeezed. Six months ago, she’d walked into his office to evaluate whether he was worth marrying. Now, standing in his arms, she couldn’t imagine choosing anyone else.
“I chose you the moment you offered me this job,” she admitted.
Raghav’s hands tightened at her waist. “I saw a woman who was too smart for her own good. Too confident. Too perfect.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “And I knew I was in trouble.”
“Good trouble?”
“The best kind.” His forehead touched hers. “The kind I never want to escape from.”
Through the glass walls, the office continued around them. But in this moment, they existed in their own world—boss and assistant, CEO and evaluator, two people who’d found each other despite every obstacle.
“As if I would let you escape,” she tousled his hair playfully.
“Yes, Boss,” Raghav murmured against her lips, the words both surrender and promise.
And then he kissed her.
Not for show. Not for the watching employees. Not even for themselves.
But because he couldn’t not kiss her. Because she was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, the sunlight streaming through the open blinds bathed them both in gold.
Outside, Mumbai rushed on. Inside, Raghav and Ishani had found something rare and precious.
They’d found home.
In each other.