Conquering You....

The hushed office air crackled with an unusual tension. Sara, ever the picture of professional calm, felt her world tilt on its axis. Her boss, Krish Malhotra—the man who commanded boardrooms and her every thought—had just uttered two words that sent a spear through her heart.
"Book a good café for date on Sunday 4pm," he'd said, his deep eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the files on his desk. The words echoed in her mind: Date. Not for him and her, but for him and some other girl. The sweetness of her two-year crush turned instantly bitter, a river of honey morphing into cold, stinging water. She managed a choked, professional "Okay sir," before turning on her heel, desperate to escape the room that had suddenly become a cage for her breaking heart.