I paced around my cabin, unable to shake off the restlessness. Khushi's face haunted me, her bright smile and captivating eyes etched in my mind.
"What's happening to me?" I muttered, frustration creeping in.
I couldn't focus on anything else. The meeting's discussions, the deals, the numbers - all a blur.
Khushi.
Only Khushi. Ah.. this girl will be the death of me.
I needed to know more about her.
Every detail.
Every secret.
I grabbed my phone and dialed George's number.
"George,I need information on Khushi," I said, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil within.
"When can you get it to me?" I pressed, my impatience growing.
"Find out everything. Her past, her present, her everything."
George's hesitation was palpable, but I didn't care.
"I'll get it done, sir," he replied finally.
I ended the call, my mind racing.
Why was I so consumed?
What was it about Khushi?
I stopped pacing, gazing out the window.
The city sprawled before me, but my eyes saw only Khushi.
Her soft smile was all over my thoughts.
Her eyes sparkled in my imagination.
I felt alive, yet lost.
What was I getting myself into?
Khushi's presence had unleashed a maelstrom within me. I couldn't rationalize this obsession.
Why her?
Why now?
Memories of our encounter replayed in my mind:
Her shy smile,her sparkling eyes.
Each recollection intensified my longing.
To see her again.
To hear her voice.
To know her.
I felt like a man possessed, driven by an insatiable hunger.
My phone buzzed, breaking the spell.
George.
"Sir, I've gathered some information on Khushi," he said, hesitation lacing his tone.
"Tell me," I demanded, my grip on the phone tightening.
"Khushi...she's 23, joined our company two days ago. She's from India, and her family seems normal - parents are alive, and she has a younger brother."
"More," I pressed, my mind racing.
"Not much else, sir. She's kept a low profile. No red flags."
Each revelation drew me deeper.
I envisioned her: vibrant, lively, with a loving family.
My heart twisted.
"Find out more," I ordered, my obsession growing.
"Sir, perhaps-"
"No perhaps, George. I want everything."
