Kumar’s POV

It had been five days since I left the mountains.

Five days since the rain, since that kiss, since Victor Flair’s eyes had looked into mine like he was seeing something he’d spent years trying to forget existed.

And yet, he hadn’t called.

Good.

I didn’t need him.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

The office smelled like coffee and deadlines against the familiar chaos of Gujral Industries. My company was far from stable, but it was alive. People were working. Phones were ringing. Ideas were flowing again.

We were trying to rebuild.

I threw myself into it completely. Meetings from dawn to dusk. Calls with...