Vihaan Malhotra had fallen for me.
And the funniest part?
He had no idea.
But I did.
I saw it before he even realized it himself.
It wasn't obvious at first.
Vihaan had always been loud. Friendly. Too damn charming for his own good.
But then—something changed.
He started looking at me differently.
Noticing when I wasn't around.
Leaning in just a little too close.
Holding eye contact for a second too long.
It wasn't intentional.
It wasn't planned.
But it was happening.
And the best part?
He had no clue.
I tested it. (Of course I did.)
Subtle things.
Brushing my hand against his during lunch.
Casually fixing his shirt collar.
Leaning closer than necessary when we talked.
And every time?
He reacted.
Small, stupid things.
A sharp inhale.
A moment of hesitation before he spoke.
The way his eyes always flickered to my lips before he looked away.
He wasn't aware of it.
But I was.
And that?
That was the most interesting part.
One evening, I was late leaving the office.
By the time I walked back to my desk, I saw it.
A cup of chai.
On my table.
Still warm.
Waiting for me.
I stared at it.
Then at Vihaan's desk.
Empty.
Because he had already left.
But he still thought about me before he did.
And that?
That was when I knew for sure.
Vihaan Malhotra was falling for me.
He just hadn't figured it out yet.