"If I mattered to you, you wouldn't have treated me like this."

Title: Almost Too Late

Mukesh didn't care. That's what he told himself, at least. He didn't care that Mithun had stopped seeking him out. He didn't care that Mithun had stopped reacting to his teasing, that his sharp comebacks had dulled into short, indifferent replies.

And he definitely didn't care when he spotted Mithun laughing—actually laughing—with someone else at the office party.

He wasn't keeping track. No, he wasn't. But he saw how Mithun's fingers brushed against some guy's sleeve, how his lips curled into a soft smile that had once been reserved for Mukesh alone.

Something burned in his chest. It wasn't jealousy. It couldn't be. Mukesh didn't do jealousy.

He drowned his irritation in another sip of whiskey, ignoring the way his grip on the glass tightened. He had no right to be mad. He was the one who had pushed Mithun away, turned him into nothing more than a fleeting fling, a one-night mistake. So why the hell did it hurt so much to watch him move on?

“Relax, Mukesh,” Rhea teased beside him, following his gaze. “You’re staring holes into Mithun.”

Mukesh scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t stare.”

Rhea arched an eyebrow. “Right. And I’m the Queen of England.”

Mukesh ignored her and turned his attention back to Mithun. Just then, the guy leaned in closer, whispering something into Mithun’s ear, and whatever it was—it made him smile.

That was it. Mukesh had had enough.

Without thinking, he strode across the room, weaving through the crowd until he reached them. “Mithun,” he said, a smirk plastered on his face, masking the storm underneath. “Didn’t know you liked boring company now.”

Mithun looked up, his expression unreadable. “Didn’t know you cared.”

Mukesh faltered, just for a second.

The guy beside Mithun raised an eyebrow. “Hey, man, we were just talking—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Mukesh cut in, his voice deceptively smooth.

Mithun let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable, Mukesh.”

Mukesh leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “And you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

For the first time in weeks, Mukesh saw fire in Mithun’s eyes again—but this time, it wasn’t laced with longing. It was fury.

Mithun exhaled sharply and turned to the guy beside him. “Excuse me.” Then, before Mukesh could react, Mithun grabbed his wrist and yanked him away from the crowd, leading him out onto the balcony. The cold night air did little to cool the heat between them.

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"Jealous?" Mithun asked, crossing his arms.

Mukesh scoffed. "Of what? Some random guy trying to get into your pants?"

Mithun's jaw tightened. "Funny. That's exactly what you did to me."

Mukesh had no answer to that. He had nothing but a bitter taste in his mouth, the weight of everything he refused to say pressing down on him.

Mithun exhaled, shaking his head. "I'm done, Mukesh. You don't get to ruin me and then act possessive when I try to move on."

Mukesh clenched his fists. "I never meant to ruin you."

"Then what did you mean to do?" Mithun's voice cracked, and suddenly, Mukesh hated himself a little more.

Silence stretched between them, thick with words unsaid.

Finally, Mithun let out a tired laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You can't even answer that, can you?"

Mukesh hated this. Hated that he didn't know how to fix it. Hated that, for once in his life, his charm, his arrogance—none of it worked.

Because for the first time, he wasn't trying to play a game.

For the first time, he was scared.

Mithun took a step back. "I deserve better, Mukesh." His voice was quieter now, final. "And I think you know that, too."

And then, without waiting for a response, Mithun turned and walked away.

Mukesh didn't stop him.

Because for the first time in his life, he realized—he might have just lost the only person who ever truly saw him.

And it was his fault.

The night had been over for hours, but Mukesh was still standing on the balcony, staring at the city lights like they held the answer to his problems. The whiskey in his hand had gone warm, forgotten. His fingers curled around the glass, grip tightening with every second that passed since Mithun walked away.

Since Mithun walked away from him.

He should have gone after him. Said something. Anything. But for the first time, Mukesh found himself speechless.

"I've seen that look before," Rhea's voice cut through the silence. Mukesh didn't turn, but he felt her presence beside him. "You only get that look when you've royally fucked up."

Mukesh exhaled sharply. "That's obvious, huh?"

"Oh, painfully obvious." Rhea leaned against the railing, studying him. "So, what's your plan?"

Mukesh frowned. "Plan?"

She rolled her eyes. "To fix this. Because you and I both know you can't stand the idea of Mithun actually moving on."

Mukesh's jaw clenched. "He wouldn't."

Rhea arched a brow. "He just did."

And there it was—that awful, twisting feeling in his chest.

"I don't know how to fix it," Mukesh admitted, surprising even himself.

Rhea sighed, shaking her head. "You know, for a guy who claims to be good with words, you're really bad at saying the important ones." 

Mukesh scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not that easy."

"Yes, it is," she countered. "You hurt him, Mukesh. Repeatedly. You don't get to be mad at him for walking away."

Mukesh didn't respond. He hated that she was right.

Rhea placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, whatever you decide—figure it out fast. Because if you wait too long, Mithun will move on. And you?" She smirked. "You'll still be here, brooding on a balcony, regretting every damn thing."

With that, she left him alone with his thoughts.

And for the first time in his life, Mukesh realized he had something to lose.

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Something he might have already lost.

— A Week Later —

Mukesh had never hated work before. The office had always been his playground—a place where he charmed, flirted, and breezed through the day without a second thought.

Now? It felt like a battlefield.

Mithun didn’t look at him. Didn’t acknowledge him. Mukesh could be standing right next to him, and Mithun would act as if he wasn’t there.

And worst of all? He was smiling again.

Not at Mukesh, of course. But at other people. People who weren’t him.

“Dude, you’re staring again,” Rhea muttered under her breath as she walked past Mukesh’s desk.

Mukesh ignored her, eyes fixed on Mithun. He was talking to someone—a colleague Mukesh had never bothered remembering the name of—and laughing at something they said.

The same laugh Mukesh used to hear after every stupid joke he made.

It made him sick.

Before he could stop himself, he was moving.

“Mithun.”

Mithun looked up, his expression neutral. “Mukesh.”

Mukesh forced a smirk. “Got a minute?”

Mithun glanced at his colleague, then back at Mukesh. “I’m a little busy.”

Mukesh’s smirk faltered for a split second. “It’s important.”

Something flickered in Mithun’s eyes. Annoyance? Hesitation? Mukesh wasn’t sure. But after a tense pause, Mithun sighed and nodded toward the hallway. “Fine. Five minutes.”

Mukesh followed him, his heart pounding harder than he cared to admit.

The second they were alone, Mukesh leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “So. You’re really doing this, huh?”

Mithun frowned. “Doing what?”

“Pretending like I don’t exist.”

Mithun let out a dry laugh. “Oh, now you care?”

Mukesh clenched his jaw. “You know I do.”

“No, Mukesh,” Mithun’s voice was cold, but his eyes held something deeper. Something tired. “You care about the idea of me. You care when I pull away. But you never cared when I was right in front of you, giving you everything.”

Mukesh opened his mouth—then closed it.

Because he didn’t have a defense. Not this time.

Mithun shook his head. “I’m done playing this game. If you have nothing real to say, then we’re done here.”

And then, just like that, he turned to leave.

Panic surged through Mukesh’s chest. He grabbed Mithun’s wrist, desperate to keep him from walking away again. “Wait—”

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WARNING - THIS IS NOT OMEGAVERSE OR MPREG - JUST MLM SO DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP LOVES........

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