Chapter 10 Volume 3 Cold Morning Hot Memories
"You want truth, Ruhaan? Tonight… I’ll give you mine. But it won’t come with mercy."
— Kamini Aarora 💋
The boardroom felt colder than usual that morning.
Not because of the AC.
Because she wasn’t there.
The empty chair at the far end — hers — screamed louder than any presence could.
Ruhaan sat, jaw clenched, eyes pretending to read the file in front of him. But his mind? Still tangled in last night’s kiss, her breath, her weight, the rooftop secrets, and that line she left etched in his skin:
“This is your last secret night, Ruhaan…”
And now?
She was gone.
No message. No call. Only a note. Folded neatly under his office mouse.
“I took what I needed, Mr. Intern. Don’t be late to the meeting.”
Cruel. Calculated. Kamini.
When she finally walked in — fifteen minutes into the meeting — heels clicking like a declaration of war, Ruhaan forgot to breathe.
No smile. No softness.
Her eyes scanned the room like a predator — but never once landed on him.
She looked… untouchable. Like last night never happened.
“Continue,” she said to the HR head, seating herself like a queen returning to her throne.
Ruhaan’s heart screamed her name, but his lips didn’t dare move.
Was it all a dream? Had she simply… undone it? Or was this her way of punishing him for telling the truth?
Hours passed. Meetings. Memos. Minutes dragging into eternity.
And then… lunchtime.
He followed her silently into the elevator.
Just the two of them. Enclosed. Electric.
Neither spoke. The air cracked with unfinished sentences and hungry silence.
He finally whispered, “Was I just another secret, Kamini?”
Her hand reached for the emergency stop.
The elevator jerked to a halt.
And then… she turned.
Hair like a storm cloud. Eyes like firelight in winter. And a voice so low it shook him:
“You want truth, Ruhaan? Tonight… I’ll give you mine. But it won’t come with mercy.”
She pressed the button again. The elevator resumed its descent. But he? He knew he had just been elevated into something far more dangerous than desire.
He was now… a willing captive.
"She doesn't just walk into rooms. She owns their silence. She breaks men without touching them."
— Ruhaan Mehta 🌒
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