It’s Karma
It’s karma. That’s all I can tell myself now—with a broken heart.
She looked into my eyes while talking to her friend. I could hear every word, yet I couldn’t see what she truly wanted to say. My jealousy had blinded me. I was so consumed by the thought of her speaking to another boy that I missed the real conversation—the one her eyes were trying to tell me.
And then, she walked away.
What started as a silly little game had turned into something far more complicated. And now all I could do was watch her walk away from me, step by step.
Chapter One: How It All Started
It began when my office shifted from Vashi to Andheri. Like everyone else, I was excited—new place, new faces, new energy. Slowly, we all settled into our new workstations.
One afternoon, while exploring the pantry and the coffee machine, my eyes caught sight of her.
A girl with curly hair, denim jeans, and a half-sleeve T-shirt. Her bangles clinked sweetly every time she moved her hands. Her smile could melt the strongest of men, and her giggles could brighten even the dullest day.
And then there was her perfume—subtle, feminine, unforgettable. I couldn’t tell if it was the fragrance or her presence, but in that moment, I felt an instant attraction. What I didn’t know then was that this meeting would mark the beginning of one of the sweetest yet most painful memories of my life.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one enchanted by her. Word spread quickly in the office—others liked her too. Beauty, after all, is gravity; everyone falls.
That’s when the silly “game of chess” began.
My friend Rahul and I made a deal: whoever she chose would win. The other would walk away silently, head down, into the hall of shame.
At least, that’s how it was supposed to be.
The Game Begins
That week ended quickly. I had gone to Pune for the weekend and took Monday off, assuming the “game” would begin on Tuesday.
But little did I know—it had already started.
As I entered the pantry that morning, I overheard someone whisper:
“Did you hear? He’s already married.”
My heart skipped. Her friend pointed straight at me. Silence filled the room.
Then she leaned closer and whispered (not that I couldn’t hear every word):
“Why didn’t you say he’s here?”
I stood there with a cup of hot tea, though the fire inside me burned far hotter. My brain screamed: Tell her you’re not married!
But who had spread this lie? The answer came soon enough when my colleague Raj pinged me on messenger:
“Hey, how’s your wife?”
My blood boiled. Raj admitted, “Rahul told us you went to Pune for your marriage.”
That’s when I realized—the game of chess had truly begun. And it wasn’t going to be clean.
My Counter Move
I called Rahul to my desk. Since he was older, I addressed him with respect but asked casually, loud enough for others to overhear:
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting married in a few months?”
He laughed and said yes. And that was my opening.
In that same moment, I made it crystal clear to everyone: I’m not married. I have no plans of getting married anytime soon.
And then, faintly, from the background, I heard a soft “Yes.”
I didn’t know whose voice it was. But in my heart, I hoped it was hers.
A heartfelt office love story about attraction, jealousy, and betrayal. What started as a silly game of love soon turned into a bittersweet memory. Read on for a gripping story of workplace romance and lessons learned.
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