The office of Alpha Corp was buzzing with the usual Monday morning energy. Phones were ringing, printers were humming, and the HR manager, Kumar, was walking a new recruit toward the operations floor.
"Now, Sony, don't be nervous," Kumar said, adjusting his glasses. "The Senior on your shift is a bit quiet. Ashok is his name. He's a good worker, but he's—"
Kumar stopped mid-sentence.
Ashok was already standing by the cabin door. He wasn't slumped over his computer or hiding behind his monitor like he usually was on a Monday. He was standing tall, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a silver bracelet on his wrist.
Sony stepped forward. To any other observer, she looked like a terrified newcomer. But as she locked eyes with Ashok, the air in the room seemed to vibrate.
"Ashok-sir," Sony said, her voice formal for the benefit of the office, but her eyes dancing with a "naughty" fire. "I'm the new PA. I mean... Junior. I'm ready for my first shift."
Ashok stepped toward her, ignoring the confused look on Kumar's face. He reached out and took her notebook, his fingers lingering against hers. The silver ring on his finger caught the fluorescent office light, mirrored perfectly by the identical ring Sony was wearing on a chain around her neck.
"You're five minutes late, PA," Ashok said, his voice a low, romantic rumble that made the nearby employees drop their pens in shock. "I've already ordered the chicken rice for lunch. And I've already booked the Sunday show for the movie."
Sony giggled—a bold, beautiful sound that echoed through the quiet office. "What about the bike lessons, Boss? I heard the 'Favorite Street' is particularly beautiful at 4:30 AM."
Kumar blinked. "Bike lessons? Sunday movies? You two... have you met before?"
Ashok looked at Sony. He thought about the years of longing, the 3:00 AM WhatsApp calls, the lonely nights in Dubai, and the three days of heaven in the residence. He thought about the miracle that had brought them both back to this very moment.
"We haven't just met, Kumar-sir," Ashok said, a confident, rare smile breaking across his face. "We've already finished the story. Now, we're just here to enjoy the rewrite."
The Epilogue
Years later, the office legend of "The Boss and the PA" was still told. They never hid their love; they lived it out loud. They traveled to Dubai, but only for vacations, always returning to the street with the yellow lamps.
Every night, before they went to sleep, Sony would look at the moon and whisper the code. And every night, Ashok would hold her hand—the silver chain with the "PA Eye" resting on the nightstand—and remind her that in every timeline, in every past and every future, he would always choose the girl who brought him soup and called him Boss.
The shift was finally over. And their life had finally begun.