Love By Chance Or Choice ... from 'Clandestine'

... she had pushed the glass door of his office and entered. It was like she had gate crashed his soul. Vishwajeet had forgotten to breathe and blink, and Poonam had smiled. She knew well, how and how much her sex appeal impacted men. Clad in a maroon and black saree, her  tan-highlighted hair falling on her shoulders, long threader earrings violently playing with her cheeks and neck, Poonam had literally bombed Vishwajeet’s peaceful existence, perhaps never to be normal again. With a tote bag on her shoulder and the car key in her hand, she raised her eyebrows; and, after waiting in vain for him to be normal, she took a seat. Trying to overcome her aura, Vishwajeet inhaled through his mouth to fill his lungs with oxygen, and it cleared his brain a little. He was looking damn fanciable in his white linen shirt and that disoriented look on his innocent face.  Poonam had fallen in love with him at first sight for the man that he was- though average looking, she found him the most lovable man  ever; she particularly smiled at the cutsie mole above his right eyebrow. Vishwajeet found her amazingly magnetic. Though initially, he was just tempted to go for harmless flirting, he knew there was something deeper and enigmatic about her. In fact, both of them had experienced a strange pull, which they thought would soon pass... unaware, that they were destined to step into the most lovable relationship of their lives, and that they were to taste the mad, violent passion unfit for their mid forties.