Varun returned to the office after nearly three weeks.
The familiar sights and sounds were comforting, yet also a bit daunting.
He had avoided the office, hoping to distance himself from Anya and the lingering tension.
But the reality was, he couldn't stay away forever.
His days were filled with back-to-back meetings and urgent calls.
He was trying to immerse himself in work, to distract himself from the turmoil within.
However, there was a constant undercurrent of unease, a nagging feeling that he was being watched.
As he sat at his desk, taking a short break, he noticed a folded piece of paper.
It was a note from Anya. His heart pounded as he unfolded it.
The words, written in her neat handwriting, filled him with a mix of emotions: guilt, longing, and a strange sense of hope.
Anya's words were simple, yet sincere.
She had apologized for her harsh words and expressed a desire to move forward.
As he read the note, a blush crept across his face.
He couldn't deny the impact Anya had on him. Her intelligence, her strength, and her vulnerability had captivated him.
He had always admired her from afar, but he had been too afraid to act on his feelings.
Now, as he held her note, he realized that he had made a mistake.
He had pushed her away, and he was the one who had suffered the consequences.
Varun knew he had to make amends. He had to be honest with himself and with Anya.
But for now, he would simply savor the moment, the quiet intimacy of reading her words.
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