Late Nights With Boss
First day
The glass doors of the office building slid open with a soft hum, and Kabir stepped inside, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The air felt different here—cooler, sharper, filled with quiet ambition and the low murmur of people who knew exactly what they were doing.
Kabir paused for a second in the lobby, taking it all in—the polished floors, the steady rhythm of footsteps, the distant clatter of keyboards. His heart was beating faster than he liked to admit
Kabir singh
“Okay,” he muttered under his breath, straightening his shirt. “You’ve got this.”
This was his dream job. The one he had worked for, stressed over, and nearly given up on more than once. Walking away now wasn’t an option.
Still… first days were always the hardest.
The elevator ride to the tenth floor felt longer than it should have. Kabir watched the numbers climb, his reflection staring back at him from the mirrored walls.
Kabir singh
“You look nervous,” he whispered to himself.
When the elevator doors opened, a new world greeted him.
Rows of desks. People moving with purpose. Conversations flowing in low, professional tones. It felt like stepping into a machine that was already running perfectly—and he was the only new gear trying to fit in.
Neha(Ankit pa)
“Hi, you must be Kabir!”
Kabir singh
Kabir turned to see a cheerful woman approaching him. “Yes—hi.”
Neha(Ankit pa)
“I’m Neha from HR. Come, I’ll show you around.”
Kabir singh
He nodded quickly, grateful for the guidance.
As Neha walked him through the office—introducing teams, pointing out departments—Kabir tried to absorb everything. Names, faces, directions. It all blurred together.
“And that,” Neha said casually, “is Ankit. Your reporting manager.”
Kabir’s attention snapped instantly.
Across the floor, standing near a glass-walled cabin, was a man in a crisp shirt with sleeves rolled just enough to look effortless. He was speaking to someone, his posture relaxed but authoritative.
There was something about him.
Not loud. Not flashy.
But… noticeable.
As if the space around him naturally shifted.
Kabir singh
“Should I… go say hi?” Kabir asked, suddenly aware of his own voice.
Neha(Ankit pa)
Neha smiled. “You’ll meet him soon enough. Don’t worry—he’s strict, but fair.”
A little later, Kabir sat at his assigned desk, trying to look busy while actually having no idea what to do yet. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, tapping random keys just to feel productive.
Kabir looked up quickly.
It was him.
Ankit.
Standing right beside his desk now.
Up close, he looked even more composed—sharp features, calm eyes, and a presence that made Kabir sit up straighter without thinking.
Kabir singh
“Yes, sir,” Kabir said quickly. “Kabir.”
Ankit Malhotra
“I know,” Ankit replied simply.
Kabir blinked.
Of course he knew.
An awkward silence followed for a moment before Ankit placed a file on the desk.
Ankit Malhotra
“Your first task,” he said. “It’s not complicated. Just don’t rush it.”
Kabir singh
Kabir nodded immediately. “I won’t.”
Ankit Malhotra
“Good,” he said.
Kabir exhaled slowly, only realizing then that he’d been holding his breath.
Kabir singh
“Okay,” he whispered to himself again. “Definitely strict.”
But as he glanced toward the glass cabin, where Ankit had returned to his work—
Kabir couldn’t help but notice something else.
Not just strict.
Interesting.
That evening, as the office slowly began to empty, Kabir was still at his desk, staring at the file Ankit had given him. He had read it twice. Maybe three times.
He wanted to get it right.
Across the room, the lights in Ankit’s cabin were still on.
Kabir hesitated for a moment… then looked back at his screen.
First day.
And already, something felt different.
Not overwhelming.
Not scary.
Just…
Unfamiliar.
And maybe—
Exciting.
Chapter 2
The office had quieted down.
Most people had already left, their chatter replaced by the low hum of air conditioning and the occasional click of keyboards.
Not because he had extra work—
but because he wanted to finish everything perfectly.
And maybe… Because he knew someone else was still here.
Ankit Malhotra
“You’re still working?”
Kabir didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Ankit.
Kabir singh
“Y-yes, sir. Just finishing the report.”
Ankit leaned slightly over his desk, one hand resting near Kabir’s laptop.
Kabir singh
Kabir swallowed, trying to focus as he opened the file. “I followed the format you gave—”
That was all Ankit said. But he didn’t move away.
Kabir became hyper-aware of everything.
The way his sleeve brushed slightly against Kabir’s arm. The way his voice sounded… lower this close.
Ankit Malhotra
“You missed something,”
Ankit reached forward, his fingers brushing over Kabir’s hand as he pointed at the screen.
It was brief. But not accidental. Kabir’s breath caught.
Ankit Malhotra
“Here,” Ankit murmured, still too close. “Details matter.”
Kabir nodded, but his focus wasn’t on the screen anymore.
Ankit Malhotra
“You get distracted easily,”
Kabir frowned slightly, finally turning his head and realizing just how little distance was between them.
Kabir singh
“I’m not distracted,”
Kabir should have leaned back. Created space. Said something professional. Instead, he stayed exactly where he was.
Kabir singh
“So… what do you think?”
Ankit Malhotra
“About the report?”
A faint smirk appeared. Ankit straightened just slightly—but not enough to break the moment.
Ankit Malhotra
“It’s good,” “Better than I expected.”
Kabir singh
“That sounds like a compliment.”
But he didn’t move. Kabir stood slowly, gathering his things. As he turned to leave—
Ankit Malhotra
“Don’t try too hard,” Ankit said quietly. “You’re already doing fine.”
Kabir nodded, though his heart was racing again.
Kabir singh
“Good night, sir.”
And back inside—
Ankit stood there for a moment longer than necessary, eyes lingering on the empty space Kabir had just left.
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Chapter 3
The next morning felt… different.
Kabir noticed it the moment he walked into the office.
Or maybe—he was different.
Rohan
“Good morning, lover boy.”
Kabir singh
Kabir stopped mid-step. “What?”
Rohan
Rohan grinned from his chair. “Relax, I’m kidding. You just look… suspiciously happy.”
Kabir singh
Kabir rolled his eyes. “I’m just in a good mood.”
Rohan
“Hmm,” Rohan leaned back. “That’s exactly what someone hiding something would say.”
Kabir ignored him and sat down—but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing toward the glass cabin.
Ankit was already there.
Working. Focused. And yet— As if sensing it, he looked up. Their eyes met. Just for a second. But it was enough. Kabir quickly looked away. Too quickly.
Kabir stiffened, Aarav. Standing right behind him.
Kabir singh
“I didn’t hear you come,”
Aarav replied casually, but his eyes weren’t casual at all. They flicked once toward Ankit’s cabin… then back to Kabir.
Aarav Saxena
“You seem… distracted.”
Aarav Saxena
Aarav smiled slightly. “Sure.”
The day went on, but Kabir could feel it. Aarav watching. Not constantly. Not obviously. But enough to make him uneasy.
By afternoon, Kabir was called into Ankit’s cabin. His heartbeat picked up instantly.
Kabir stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.
Kabir singh
You wanted to see me sir ?
Ankit Malhotra
Ankit nodded toward the chair. “Sit.”
Kabir sat, trying to stay calm. Ankit slid a file across the table. “Your work from yesterday—good improvement.”
Kabir singh
He blinked, surprised. “Thank you.”
Ankit Malhotra
Ankit leaned back slightly, studying him. “But don’t get comfortable.”
Ankit Malhotra
“You left early yesterday,
Kabir singh
He frowned. “You told me to.”
Ankit Malhotra
“I did,” Ankit agreed. “Still noticed.”
Kabir didn’t know why that made his chest feel tighter.
Kabir singh
“Should I have stayed?”
Ankit Malhotra
Ankit’s gaze held his. “Depends.”
Ankit didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned forward slightly—just enough to shift the air between them again.
Ankit Malhotra
“On whether you wanted to.”
A soft knock interrupted them.
Ankit Malhotra
“Come in,” Ankit said, his tone instantly back to normal.
Aarav Saxena
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, stepping in—but his eyes went straight to Kabir.
Taking in everything.
The silence.
The closeness.
The tension.
Ankit Malhotra
He leaned back again. “Work discussion.”
“Right,” Aarav nodded slowly, though his expression said he didn’t fully believe it.
Kabir shifted slightly in his seat, suddenly aware of how it must look.
Aarav Saxena
“I’ll come back later,” Aarav said—but he didn’t move immediately.
His gaze lingered on Kabir.
The moment the door closed, Kabir exhaled.
Kabir singh
“That was awkward,” he muttered
Ankit Malhotra
Ankit didn’t seem bothered. “Ignore him.”
Kabir singh
“He doesn’t seem like the type to ignore things.”
Ankit Malhotra
“Then let him notice.”
Kabir singh
“You don’t care?”
Later that evening, Kabir was at his desk when Aarav dropped into the chair beside him again.
Aarav Saxena
“So,” Aarav said lightly, “you and Ankit sir seem… close.”
Kabir singh
Kabir’s fingers froze over the keyboard. “It’s just work.”
Aarav Saxena
Aarav tilted his head. “Is it?”
Kabir singh
Kabir forced a small smile. “You’re overthinking.”
Aarav Saxena
“I don’t think I am.”
Kabir met his eyes this time.
And for the first time—
There was tension.
Not playful.
Not light.
Something sharper.
Aarav Saxena
“Just be careful, Kabir,” Aarav said, standing up again. “Office stories spread fast.”
He walked away before Kabir could respond.
Kabir sat there, staring at his screen—but not seeing anything.
Because now—
It wasn’t just about him and Ankit anymore.
Someone else had noticed.
And that changed everything.
Across the office—
From inside the glass cabin—
Ankit watched the entire exchange.
Silently.
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