The office was nearly empty. The hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds in the executive suite. Myra stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her reflection looking pale and ghostly against the backdrop of the Mumbai skyline.
Reyansh was at his desk, his silhouette sharp and unyielding as he signed a stack of documents. He hadn't spoken a word to her since the briefing with Shanaya.
"Reyansh," she started, her voice sounding small in the vast room.
He didn't look up. "It's Mr. Khurana in the office, Kapoor. You know the rules."
Myra walked toward his desk, her heels clicking on the marble floor like a countdown. She stopped right in front of him, forcing him to acknowledge her. "Why are you doing this? Last night... you were a different person. You were furious, you were possessive, you were... there. And now you're acting like I'm just another piece of office equipment. "
Reyansh finally put his pen down. He leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes cold and devoid of the fire that had burned in them just hours ago. He looked at her with a clinical detachment that made her skin crawl.
"I told you from the beginning, Myra," he said, his voice a flat, dead monotone. "I like my life compartmentalized. Out here, in the light, we are strangers. You are an architect with a debt, and I am the man who owns the contract. Nothing more."
"And what about the bedroom?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "What about the fact that I'm sleeping ten feet away from you in your own house?"
Reyansh stood up, walking around the desk until he was looming over her. He didn't reach out to touch her. He kept his hands in his pockets, a physical barrier between them.
"In that room, you are a body," he said, the words falling like stones. "A 'sex buddy,' as the modern world calls it. A distraction for the nights when the silence is too loud. Do not mistake a physical itch for a soul-deep connection."
Myra felt like he had slapped her. "So the jealousy? The way you tracked me? The way you treated Rohan? That was all just... part of the 'distraction'?"
"That was about property, Myra," he countered, his gaze unwavering. "I don't like other men playing with my things. It doesn't mean the 'thing' is precious; it just means it belongs to me. Once the doctor was gone and the lie was dead, the property was secured. The drama is over."
He turned back to his desk, picking up his pen as if she had already disappeared. Myra stood there, the mark on her neck—now hidden under a high-collar shirt—feeling like a scar of shame rather than a mark of passion. She wasn't his lover; she was just a line item on a balance sheet he checked once the sun went down.
Author's Thought
THE BRUTALITY! 😱💔 Reyansh just drew a line in the sand with a chainsaw. He called her a "sex buddy" and "property" to her face! This is peak "Ice King" behavior. 🧊👑