Chapter 52. Unspoken Tensions

She had been so nervous while sitting next to him that whatever he was explaining to her went out of her mind. And now she sat in front of the laptop screen, not able to understand what to do. The work he had given her was non-theoretical and a bit technical. You needed to understand it first in order to carry out what you would be doing.

On and on, her hands would fix her hair, then she would move her fingers on her forehead, trying to recall what he had been saying. But the only picture that came to her mind was his grey eyes. Out of fear, she wasn't even looking up. Almost fifteen minutes had passed, and she had done nothing.

She was constantly tapping her foot against the floor and rubbing her hands together out of impatience and nervousness. She felt like sitting in some exam hall and the deadly invigilator was sitting just in front of her, and all the while, she just had to act like she knew what she had been doing. Just like now.

All the while, Sheharzaad h