I Marked Her Mine

A week passed and, nothing changed for Shana.

Except the weather had turned colder, and Grandma along, with Mrs Chaya, were back in the Mansion safely.

Shana found herself still lost in the thoughts of either giving a chance and taking a risk or simply reject Vihaan's proposal.

But, but, she was neither stupid nor cruel to herself for letting it go.

She had always loved Vihaan. She was not letting him go to another woman, no matter how mad she was at him or no matter how strong she had made herself.

But with someone else?

She could not even think of watching him with someone else. However it was, he was supposed to be with her.

"Why are you even thinking about it? We know you will say yes to him. So just let me rest, okay!" troubled by her overthinking, her mind was too exhausted.

All her mind wanted was some peace.

Ughhh,,, her mind was frustrated with the name of Vihaan now.

"Shut up! I need to think if I should take this risk!" scolding her mind as if scolding a child, Shana put her phone down on her bed and sat down on her ŀȧp with a pillow on it.

How long had it been since she had been thinking about vihaan?

Only God knew the answer.

Since that day, she had been thinking about it while waking up while watching Vihaan in the office, while stealing glances of him, while talking to Vansh and Riya, while taking some rest, while doing exercise, while eating, while bathing and, while going to sleep.

Basically, every time!

Getting irritated by herself now, throwing the pillow she had on her ŀȧp, she laid back, supporting her back.

She had outdone herself for the day. It was one in the morning and, there she was thinking, and thinking, no having a damn she, had an office in the morning.

"You are acting irresponsible, again." sarcasm her mind, as if making sure she keeps herself on the right track.

As if thinking about Vihaan was not good for her health, which was indeed not.

"No, I am not. I am not giving a damn. I am just analyzing things." and heart came to the rescue.

She had such a good heart!

One day she was really going to thank her heart.

"I know you will", smirked her heart.

Half an hour passed and, Shana laid back on her bed.

But, she did not realize when sleep took over her.

Sleeping like a baby with her hands under her cheeks, she seemed carefree.

As if she had made a decision.

And the smile, that sweet, pure, innocent and warm smile on her face made it confirmed.

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Sitting in his chair, dominating the entire building in his black three-piece suit, his hair all messy, his subtle beard in its usual, Vihaan was busy in his thoughts.

But, anyone close to him could guess whom he was thinking.

It had been more than a week, and yet Shana had not talked to her.

He knew he was, true.

He had seen her changing her ways on seeing him, averting eyes from him, trying to run away from him, even in front of his employees.

But, he also had sensed her stealing looks, had felt her eyes over him and, that was the only thing that was keeping him at bay.

At least he knew she was thinking about him.

He came out of his thoughts when he heard the door to his office opening and saw Erina entering.

"Sir, meeitng is abput to start. All the preparations have been made." coming to a halt in front of his desk, Erina wearing peach coloured blouse skirt, informed him.

She wanted to speak, " Shana mam is also there." but she thought better not to tease him.

He was her boss!

Yes, he was quite frank with her, but she was professional enough to know when to joke and when not to.

And that quality of her had made her Vihaan's ȧssistant.

Standing up from his chair, closing his coat's buŧŧon, Vihaan walked toward the door while saying," Let's go."

Walking toward the meeting room, accepting his employee's greetings, he kept on walking, his mind busy with Shana's thoughts.

It was as if Shana had rented his mind, or rather Shana had owned his mind.

Not to forget, his heart too.

He did not wait for a second opening the meeting room's door, only to stop for a second to see Shana sitting one seat away from his chair, looking at him.

He felt getting hypnotised by her gaze, and he could swear, if he would have been alone with her, he would have told her, or rather would have shouted how beautiful, mesmerising, glorious and lovely she was looking in red formal suit pants.

He noticed she had tied her hair in a high ponytail and, to his utter disappointment, no earrings.

Lately, he had found a new interest, looking at Shana's earrings.

Shana took a long breath while watching Vihaan in his hot, handsome, sėxy, and dominating aura as if she was finding it hard to breathe.

She could not keep looking at him as if his hotness was burning her with ŀust, dėsɨrės and love.

How the hell could she even think about living without him and sharing him with someone else!

She was not one of those who would lie that look does not matter. For her, they did.

After all, looks are always the first thing a person sees. But, she had heard, 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.'

And that had explained why every person finds his/her partner always far better and gorgeous and beautiful than the entire world.

Years back, when she had first seen him on Facebook, she had not found him that attractive. In fact, she had found him cute.

After that, with time, she had stopped giving thoughts about looks.

She had started loving him, and at that moment, she had realized how a person in love never looks for outer beauty.

But, she had started him loving him after he had broken her, had left her.

Pinching the bridge of her nose to come out of that pain, she sat straight on her chair and saw Vihaan walking toward his chair.

She stopped thinking about her past and start chanting' Do not think about the past. Let's think about the future.'

She might have suffered much, might have wanted him to suffer, but not at the cost of losing him.

After all, she already had a way to let him suffer.

She was ready to be the beautiful devil in his life.