Vikram, a whirlwind of emotions, yanked Maithri into his office. The unexpected action left her breathless, a mixture of shock and something else simmering beneath the surface."Sir," she stammered, her voice laced with a tremor that betrayed her initial composure. "What are you doing?"Before she could retreat, Vikram's hand snaked around her waist, his touch sending a jolt through her. He didn't give her a chance to escape... moreVikram, a whirlwind of emotions, yanked Maithri into his office. The unexpected action left her breathless, a mixture of shock and something else simmering beneath the surface."Sir," she stammered, her voice laced with a tremor that betrayed her initial composure. "What are you doing?"Before she could retreat, Vikram's hand snaked around her waist, his touch sending a jolt through her. He didn't give her a chance to escape. Instead, he gently guided her towards the desk, her protest a whisper lost in the sudden urgency that filled the air.Their gazes locked, a silent battle of wills. Maithri, eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and a strange yearning, saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath Vikram's usual stoicism. It was a glimpse that both surprised and unsettled her.“Vikram, a man sculpted by ambition, had always maintained a cool distance. Yet, the sight of Maithri, her lips slightly parted, a blush creeping up her neck, ignited a firestorm within him. He leaned closer, the space between them evaporating."Don't go," he murmured, his voice husky with an emotion he couldn't quite define.Maithri, a woman of fierce independence, found herself caught in a current she couldn't resist. As his lips brushed hers, a gasp escaped her lips. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, a collision of past hurts and a present yearning.She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips against his. "Vikram, please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of surrender and a flicker of defiance.A slow smile played on Vikram's lips as he pulled back slightly. "Yes, Maithri," he whispered, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You can call me Vikram. And yes, darling," he added, his voice dropping to a husky caress, "I am your monster."This electrifying encounter leaves both Vikram and Maithri reeling. Will this spark ignite a passionate love affair, or will their past as childhood sweethearts turned enemies cast a long shadow over their present desires ?Vikram: A broodingly handsome architect with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that could be as cold as steel or smolder with unspoken emotions. He's known for his sharp intellect and ruthless ambition, but beneath the surface lies a vulnerability he fiercely guards.Maithri: A beautiful and intelligent woman with a warm smile and eyes that sparkle with kindness and determination. Despite a past that has left its scars, she possesses an unwavering spirit and a genuine belief in the power of human connection.Maithri, a talented intern architect, clashes with the infuriatingly handsome and enigmatic Vikram Varma, her boss. Their professional rivalry masks a deeper connection, a childhood bond fractured by a past misunderstanding. As they collaborate on a prestigious project, the walls they've built around their hearts begin to crumble. Will they bridge the gap of resentment, or will their past keep them forever at odds? Can enemies truly become lovers, or will their fiery attraction only consume them? Heartstrings is a captivating tale of second chances, hidden desires, and the enduring power of love. less
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