My cute office colleague (5$) Tier sneak peek (Patreon)

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I've always been fascinated by Rohan. He's a year younger than me, but there's something about him that always catches my attention—his looks. He’s more cute than handsome, with a soft, boyish charm. He wears his hair long now, though he used to cut it regularly until two years ago. I loved his new look, but I suspected my feelings were a one-sided crush.

One day, Rohan approached me with a friendly smile. "Hey Priya, I guess we have a job together. How about we go to the site together? We can save petrol and help the earth, don’t you think?" he said with a chuckle.

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, yeah, obviously. Saving the earth."

We decided to take my car. "So, Rohan, hop in. Today we have to go to a hospital of all places. We need to do a routine check of their medicines and supplies," I explained.

"A hospital? That’s unusual. We mostly visit pharmacies. Well, let’s go. Are you driving?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am," I confirmed, and we set off.

The weather wasn’t kind to us. It poured like crazy during our long drive to the hospital. When we finally arrived, the first thing I noticed was Rohan’s cap falling into the mud, and his hair bun coming undone.

"Do you have an extra rubber band for my hair, Priya?" he asked, looking a bit flustered.

"Nope, I don’t have a rubber band, but I do have something else," I replied, opening my bag to reveal a pink metallic hairband.

Rohan looked horrified. "No way I’m wearing that."

"Yes, way. We’re in a hospital. We can’t let your hair fall everywhere, genius," I said firmly.

He sighed in resignation. "Alright, hand it to me then."

I playfully swatted his hand away. "Nope. Your hair is all wet and messy. Sit in this chair while I do something about it."

Rohan reluctantly agreed, and I started brushing his hair, which was surprisingly dense. After about thirty strokes, it was finally untangled. I couldn’t help but admire his thick hair; it made him even cuter, not that I minded.

I began massaging his scalp gently, and he drifted into a relaxed state, almost falling asleep. Seizing the opportunity, I gave him a middle part, secured his hair with clips, and then used the hairband to keep everything in place.

"Alright, we’re done, Sleeping Beauty. Let’s get this work done," I said, tapping his shoulder lightly.

Rohan opened his eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Priya. Let's go."

We walked into the hospital, ready to tackle our assignment together. As we navigated the bustling corridors, Rohan's hairband drew some curious glances and amused smiles. I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and protectiveness. Despite his initial reluctance, he was handling the situation with good humor.

We approached the front desk and introduced ourselves. The receptionist directed us to the storage area where we needed to conduct our checks. As we walked through the hallways, I noticed Rohan glancing at his reflection in the occasional window or glass door.

"Still not over the hairband?" I teased gently.

He chuckled. "I guess it's growing on me. But I still feel a bit ridiculous."

"You look cute, Rohan. Own it," I replied with a smile, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

As we entered the storage area, we were greeted by a friendly nurse who showed us the inventory. We began our work, checking the medicines and supplies methodically. I couldn't help but notice Rohan's focus and dedication. Despite the unusual circumstances, he was professional and thorough.

After a while, the nurse returned with a tray of refreshments. "You two are doing a great job. Would you like a break?" she offered.

We gladly accepted and took a seat. As we sipped our drinks, the nurse looked at Rohan and said, "That hairband suits you. You have such lovely hair."

Rohan blushed slightly, muttering a thank you.

After completing the job, we started walking back to the car, but the weather wasn't kind again. The rain poured down even harder.

"Wait, seriously, what the heck's wrong with the clouds today?" Rohan exclaimed, trying to shield his face from the downpour.

"Yeah, it's sad. Just run towards the car, genius!" I replied, laughing as we both sprinted through the rain.

We made it to the car, drenched. After about a minute of sitting in the car and trying to catch our breath, I turned the key in the ignition. To my dismay, the engine sputtered and refused to start. I tried again, but it was no use.

Rohan looked at me with a smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. It was an awkward yet funny scene, the two of us sitting in a rain-soaked car that wouldn’t start.

"Well, this is just perfect," Rohan said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, just what we needed," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. "I guess we're stuck here for a while."

"Rohan, maybe we should just run to my house," I suggested, pointing down the street. "It's just 250 meters away."

Rohan nodded, looking around at the deserted hospital parking lot. "Yeah, and since we parked this... uh, garbage in the hospital parking, it won't be stolen."

"What do you mean by garbage?" I asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Rohan chuckled. "Nothing. So, where's your house? Ah, it's right there." He started walking, and I followed suit.

"Wait, are you walking faster than me to avoid being scolded for calling my precious car garbage?" I teased as we hurried through the rain.

"Maybe," he replied with a grin.

Finally, we reached my house. I've always lived in a comfortable 2 BHK flat, thanks to my father's financial stability. Housing was indeed expensive nowadays, and I felt lucky to have this place to call home.

"So, Rohan, I'll take a bath first. How about you make some tea for me by then?" I suggested.

"Wait, is this how you treat your guest?" Rohan laughed.

I smiled mischievously, thinking to myself, *Just wait. If I end up marrying you, I might just teach you every household chore and turn you into a cute housewife.* Of course, that was just a passing thought.