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Wounded Heart but Unbroken Devotion
The city buzzed around Rashi, a musical form of car horns and hurried footsteps that mirrored the terrified energy within her. Job applications had become her daily bread, each rejection a tiny paper cut on her spirit. Months bled into each other, marked only by polite "we'll keep your resume on file" emails. Just as her hope began to fade, a lifeline appeared in the form of her college friend, Sameera. Sameera, a whirlwind of efficiency, had somehow managed to secure Rashi an interview at ‘Innovate Tech,’ a promising software company. The interview was a blur of practiced answers and forced smiles, but when she received the offer letter, it felt like a victory anthem.
Her first day was a collection of new faces and unfamiliar protocols. That's when she saw him – Parth. Her team leader. He was leaning against the cubicle wall, a study in controlled quiet. His dark hair, perpetually a little messy, framed a face that seemed sculpted from stone. He barely glanced at anyone’s way, his attention stuck to the glowing screen before him. He was everything Rashi was not: quiet, reserved, a man of few words. He moved with a calculated grace, his face often set in a thoughtful, almost brooding expression. He was attractive, no doubt. His dark eyes held a depth that hinted at a world she couldn’t quite decipher. Rashi, naturally effervescent and outgoing, found herself drawn to his quiet intensity. She was a burst of sunshine in a room that often felt muted. She'd greet everyone with a cheerful "good morning," and her laughter was a melodic interruption to the hum of keyboards.
Parth navigated the office with an almost detached air, his eyes rarely meeting anyone else’s. Yet, Rashi noticed, sometimes, just sometimes, she would catch him looking at her, a fleeting glance before he’d quickly avert his gaze. She’d find herself doing the same, her heart skipping a beat whenever their eyes briefly locked. The first few weeks were a dance of unspoken glances. Rashi would catch Parth's gaze across the office, his eyes flickering away as soon as contact was made, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. She’d find...
Her first day was a collection of new faces and unfamiliar protocols. That's when she saw him – Parth. Her team leader. He was leaning against the cubicle wall, a study in controlled quiet. His dark hair, perpetually a little messy, framed a face that seemed sculpted from stone. He barely glanced at anyone’s way, his attention stuck to the glowing screen before him. He was everything Rashi was not: quiet, reserved, a man of few words. He moved with a calculated grace, his face often set in a thoughtful, almost brooding expression. He was attractive, no doubt. His dark eyes held a depth that hinted at a world she couldn’t quite decipher. Rashi, naturally effervescent and outgoing, found herself drawn to his quiet intensity. She was a burst of sunshine in a room that often felt muted. She'd greet everyone with a cheerful "good morning," and her laughter was a melodic interruption to the hum of keyboards.
Parth navigated the office with an almost detached air, his eyes rarely meeting anyone else’s. Yet, Rashi noticed, sometimes, just sometimes, she would catch him looking at her, a fleeting glance before he’d quickly avert his gaze. She’d find herself doing the same, her heart skipping a beat whenever their eyes briefly locked. The first few weeks were a dance of unspoken glances. Rashi would catch Parth's gaze across the office, his eyes flickering away as soon as contact was made, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. She’d find...
