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Guys this chapter is for those who love to spend time with their partners outside their hometown 
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ipsitachakraborty1

a small teaser from my upcoming story
          
          Yesterday was pure chaos. Office drama, Ricky’s place — and now I’m back here, pretending like I didn’t just commit emotional treason in his bed.
          
          Also, I’m definitely ovulating. That’s the only explanation for why I feel like jumping him again the second I saw him in the hallway.
          
          I walked into the workspace, trying to act like a normal human. Tasha looked up and gawked like I had grown a second head.
          
          I frowned. “What?”
          
          “Is that a sex glow?” she asked. Dead serious.
          
          “What—”
          
          Before I could finish, Ricky walked past us toward his cabin. I didn’t even have to look — I felt him hear it.
          
          Tasha grinned wickedly. “You’re glowing, Zee. Did you have morning sex?”
          
          Poker face. I needed a poker face.
          
          Can people see on your face if you’ve had sex? Is that a thing? Because if it is, I’m never surviving this job.

ipsitachakraborty1

A Little Sneak peak from O Maahi's next chapter
          
          Aira turned, arms crossed, but her face was soft. More wounded than confrontational.
          
          "That 'what if i date Arjun' question, you didn't like it?"
          
          Ranveer blinked, a slow smirk appearing on his face — the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.
          
          "Didn't know it was a real question," he said lightly, but there was an edge there, buried beneath the casual tone. "Sounded like a line thrown just to tease me"
          
          Aira didn't smile. "Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. Did you like the idea or not?"
          
          She looked up at him now, eyes searching his.
          
          Ranveer's jaw flexed. He tilted his head slightly, gaze dropping to her crossed arms, then back to her face. He swallowed, really hard. The idea of Aira with Arjun was eating him whole, but he was trying hard to keep his professionalism intact.
          
          "Do you like the idea Aira?", He asked, his eyes turning slightly red.
          
          
          She hadn't expected that look — not from him. Not the red in his eyes, the tightness in his voice. For a second, all her teasing, all her testing felt like too much.
          
          Ranveer's voice softened again. "What do you want to hear, Aira?"
          
          "I don't..." she faltered, glancing away like his gaze had peeled her open. "It's not about me."
          
          "Oh, it's very much about you." His reply was quiet. Measured. "Think about it."
          
          Then he turned to go back inside.

ipsitachakraborty1

A small teaser... Slowburns are my favourite.
          
          "Why are you so upset every time we talk? Did I do something to you?"
          His baritone was low, but clearly annoyed — like he was done pretending I hadn't been pushing him away on purpose.
          
          "Because you behave like you own me," I blurted.
          The words shot out before I could filter them. Too fast. Too loud. Too honest.
          And now they hung between us, like a fire alarm I couldn’t shut off.
          
          His expression shifted. Something between disbelief and fury.
          "What?" he snapped. "You walked into my flat like you own it."
          
          His voice wasn’t calm anymore. Not even trying to be.
          “Just because I asked you to revise a section? Or is it something else?”
          He leaned in, breath warm near my cheek.
          “Is it like—you wanted to see me really bad?”
          
          I swallowed hard. He was too close. Too aware.
          His voice stayed sharp, but there was weight beneath it.
          Something flickering behind the irritation—like he wasn’t just annoyed.
          Like he was asking something else entirely.
          
          I looked away. It felt like surrender.
          But my boundaries were already blurring.
          His eyes were too beautiful. Too intrusive. Too much.
          
          “I’ll revise it and send it to you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low.
          
          “Answer me,” he said.
          It wasn’t sharp anymore. Just rough. Borderline pleading.
          
          I looked back at him. And for once, I didn’t have a comeback.
          My throat went dry. My brain blank. He was still watching me like I owed him something—more than just a draft.
          
          “It’s been too long, Ricky,” I said finally, steady but soft. “My boyfriend’s waiting.”
          
          His eyes went sad, I could see the drop. Like he can't have me even after getting me this close.
          
          I unlocked the door and as I opened, a man was standing, his hand raised towards the doorbell.