Vikram's POV

In my 29 years of life, and through the fourteen years of my youth, I have loved and been devoted to only one person—a person who, for reasons beyond my control, shattered me in ways I never imagined I could recover from.I had a crush on them long before I even understood what that word meant. Dating for nearly two years, I was head over heels, only to have my heart broken into a million pieces on the very day I went to propose, witnessing them kiss someone else. The sound of my heart breaking was so vivid, I was certain it could never be mended, and I swore that love could never be beautiful again.

There were times I struggled in my career, despite the legacy of our family—an expansive chain of educational institutions spread across the country—that I could have easily continued. But my best friend and my brother, Ekansh Choudhary, and I, rather than accept the silver spoon we were born with, decided to carve out our own paths. We started from scratch, determined to make a name for ourselves in a world where we were nothing more than strangers. Today, Ekansh owns the largest and most prestigious cybersecurity company in the United States of America, while I run the most successful real estate agency in India, and along with many other nations. Our cousins, Shivansh and Dhruv Choudhary, took over the family business—not because it was handed to them, but because they earned it. As the youngest men in the family, they had to work twice as hard to prove they were worthy of managing it, and they certainly did prove themselves, and are handling way better from what we could have done.

But nothing has been the same for me these past six months. Neither my thoughts, nor my heart. For reasons I can't fucking quite explain, a random hook-up spiraled into an unhealthy obsession with a woman who now dominates my mind, fading the wounds I've been carrying for years now. 

Her scent—it intoxicates me, as if her presence alone can numb the pain I've been running from. Her touch ignites a warmth in my chest, in my heart, defrosting the frozen parts of me that I thought would never feel again. And those eyes... her deep, jade-green eyes, they're so consuming, so impossibly captivating, that every time I look into them, I lose myself. I don't know what she does to me, or how she manages to strip away the control I've fought to maintain for the last seven years just by looking at me with those jade green orbs innocently.

Yet, there she is, every single day, working at my company, constantly near & around me, orbiting around me, making it nearly impossible to keep my hands to myself. It's a daily struggle, one I often lose in the privacy of my own mind, but I resist touching her—barely. Then I end up paying the price later, alone, frustrated beyond belief and resulting me in jerking my balls off.