Vikram's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as he watched Amaira laugh with Arjun. Every chuckle she shared with him felt like a personal slap to his face, each smile cutting through his patience. His body was taut with restrained anger, his mind teetering on the edge of throwing all sense of professionalism out the window.

Without thinking, he took a step forward, his legs moving on their own, intent on getting Amaira's attention—and more importantly, on sending a clear message to Arjun. His eyes blazed with barely concealed rage, each step deliberate and controlled, as though the entire office floor was his battlefield. He wasn't about to let anyone mistake who Amaira truly belonged to.

But just as he was a few feet away from her, his personal assistant, Ananya, stepped into his path.

"Sir," she called, her tone soft but urgent. She quickly closed the distance between them, standing slightly in his way. "You've got a meeting with one of our biggest clients in just ten minutes. You'll need to review the documents in the meeting hall before then to make sure everything is in order. It's crucial." Her voice was gentle but firm, a reminder of his responsibilities.

Vikram's gaze didn't leave Amaira, his body thrumming with anger. He ignored Ananya for a moment, his eyes locked on the way Amaira's hand casually rested on Arjun's desk, her body tilted toward him as they continued to talk. She hadn't noticed Vikram yet, but that didn't matter. She would. He'd make sure of it.

"Sir?" Ananya pressed, sensing his distraction but knowing she had to pull him back to reality. "This meeting is critical for the firm. It's with the Sharma Group—one of our main clients. They're expecting you to go over the final details. If we lose them, it could cost us a lot."