Step one: Flood your apartment.
Step two: Accidentally move in with your workplace nemesis.
Step three: Try not to strangle him with a charging cable.
Spoiler: She fails. A lot.
Lyra Bhatia's life is already a mess-literally, thanks to a very dramat...
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Shaun's POV
I had just walked back to my desk, still shaking my head at how Lyra genuinely believed I was behind that cheesy love note.
Me? Writing poetry? Please.
I took a sip of my coffee and was just about to take another when my phone blared loudly in my hand.
Startled, I jolted—coffee spilling all over the desk.
"Great," I muttered, scrambling for tissues while fumbling with the phone.
"Yes, Mother?" I answered, groaning. “Don’t you dare use that tone with me," she snapped from the other side. “I’ll call you in a minute.” I hung up and tossed the phone onto my chair, sighing.
Right then, Mr. Bhandari, our ever-cheerful janitor, strolled in, humming like he always did.
"You make sure I never run out of work, sir," he joked, already moving toward the mess.
I stepped aside, letting him do his thing.
As he knelt to mop up the coffee, something slipped out of his shirt pocket—a small folded paper. Probably some receipt. I picked it up absentmindedly.
That’s when I saw it—a pink heart doodled on the corner.
My brows furrowed. What the—
Did Mr. Bhandari get a love letter? Grinning to myself, I unfolded it a little. Just a peek.
But the second I read the words, the grin vanished.
'Lyra, In a room full of noise, you're my calm, In chaos and rush, you're the balm. I watch from shadows, quiet and shy, Just hoping one day, you’ll catch my eye.' - S
I blinked. Then blinked again.
Lyra. A love letter. Signed with “S.” From Mr. Bhandari?!
My jaw dropped for a second. And then—I cracked.
Laughter exploded out of me. Full-blown, ugly, head-thrown-back kind of laughter. I couldn’t stop.
Mr. Bhandari looked up, puzzled. "Sir?"
I tried to wave it off, still laughing. "Sorry! Just—something funny. Don’t worry." I quickly folded the letter back and slipped it into my pocket before he could notice.
He gave me a puzzled smile and quietly backed away with his mop like I was losing my mind.
This couldn’t be real. Was this the same letter Lyra had asked me about?
I wiped my eyes and looked at the letter again, grinning like an idiot.
She had to see this.
"Oh, Lyra," I mumbled to myself, standing up with the note in hand. "You’re not ready for this plot twist." ----
