On a Friday evening that should have been hers, Ishita stays late to finish a pitch book with the one man in the office everyone else avoids. Kabir Malhotra is older, silent, and precise. What begins as forced overtime in a glass-walled conference room becomes a night of measured commands and unexpected surrender. In the charged privacy of an empty Mumbai high-rise, Ishita discovers that the control she has always kept so carefully can be given away, one permission at a time.
I’m a woman with a wicked imagination and absolutely no interest in keeping every thought to myself. I write whatever dirty fantasies come to my mind ...
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