His rules, my chaos.
Asha didn’t look up,She grabbed a tray of drinks, pivoted and collided hard with a stranger.
Coffee splashed across a suit that probably cost more than her laptop,A steady hand caught her waist, stopping her fall His touch was firm but controlled, the kind that said he wasn’t used to letting anything slip.
Asha inhaled sharply, shaking herself back to reality.
“You alright?” His voice was deep, quiet, and unfairly steady,
She swallowed. “I should be asking you that, SorryI’m… not at my best.”
His gaze searched her face like he could read the cracks beneath her expression,she looked away quickly.
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