The Girl Who Fooled Me at Work: A Shocking Corporate Lesson on Professionalism

 He thought he found love at work—until she fooled him. A shocking corporate story about office politics, betrayal, and professionalism.

I’m Ryan, and my story isn’t just heartbreaking for me—it will shake you too.

Let me say this right away: never trust a girl, especially if you're working on the same project. And if you’ve fallen for her, well, you’re already doomed.

Not the honeymoon period for me

I was new to the project, nervous as hell. As I settled into my seat, a sweet voice greeted me.

"Hey, I’m Riyasha. So, you’re the new joinee? All the best!"

I gave a nervous smile, but before I could respond, my manager, Mr. Basu, called me into his cabin.

"Ryan, welcome to the corporate world. I hope you’ll do better. You’ll get your initial KT from Shweta, your senior. After that, it’s all on you. I expect sincerity in your work."

His voice had a warning tone, something unsettling. I swallowed hard.

"Why does this sound like a death sentence?" I thought.

Crushed Under Workload 

The next few weeks felt like child labor. The pressure was suffocating. One day, I escaped to the pantry, frustrated as hell, staring at my coffee like it could solve my problems.

I whispered under my breath, "Fuck this job..."

And then, a soft giggle.

Riyasha stood there, leaning against the wall, smirking.

"Sorry, I just can’t control myself," she said between laughs. "You remind me of my early months here. All day working, all night preparing for interviews."

I sighed. "Tell me about it. They’ve already dumped work on me, and half the things Shweta explained? Might as well be in another language."

Just then, Riyasha greeted Shweta, I heart was in my mouth, and before I knew it that no one is there, she vanished.

Moments later, I returned to my seat and saw Shweta scolding the hell out of Riyasha. I had no idea why, but I started laughing. Maybe it was stress, or maybe it was the way Riyasha looked so guilty.

Both of them turned and glared at me.

"Sorry," I muttered and buried myself in work.

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The Invitation I wish I could say no

Riyasha and I were paired for a project. We both were clueless rather we both were dumb. One day, she invited me to her apartment over the weekend to work.

I agreed, exhausted and desperate for help.

That Saturday, I knocked on her door at 10 AM sharp. It took her ten minutes to open.

And God, I was not ready for that sight.

She stood there, fresh from sleep, in tiny shorts and a loose crop top. Her messy hair and sleepy eyes made her look dangerously seductive.

"You actually came at 10? Are you serious?" she yawned.

"You told me to," I replied, trying to keep my eyes in control.

"Okay, here’s the deal. Kitchen’s there. Make coffee and omelets. I need 30 minutes to freshen up."

Wait, what? I came here for work, not to be her chef. But I was too drained to argue.

When she finally came out, she wore loose pajamas and a top, carrying her laptop. She put on Friends on TV, grabbed snacks, and sat beside me.

At first, we worked. But soon, I realized—I was doing all the work.

"Are you even helping?" I asked, staring at her.

She smirked, put down her laptop, and crawled closer.

"Sorry," she whispered, shutting my laptop. "Relax, it’s the weekend."

I wanted to argue, but she leaned back, stretching.

"I’ve ordered food. We’ll eat, and I promise I won’t disappoint."

There was something in the air.

Her lips moved so slowly when she spoke. The way she looked at me—it wasn’t innocent.

The food arrived, and after eating, we just lay down on the sofa. Before I knew it, we dozed off.

When I turned, she slipped off the couch with a thud.

She gasped, then slapped me playfully.

I caught her wrists. We stared at each other.

Her breathing got heavier. I could feel my heart pounding, my body aching to move closer.

She bit her lip.

The tension was unbearable.

Then, she pulled back and slapped me again, laughing.

"Back to work, idiot," she teased.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

After hours of struggling, the code finally worked.

"Holy shit, it’s running!" I said, relieved.

I turned to celebrate with Riyasha, but before I could react, she climbed onto my lap.

Her eyes were dark, hungry. , her body pressing against mine.

And then—her lips crashed onto mine.

Heat surged through me. She tasted like coffee and danger.

She pulled back slightly, her breath shaky. "You deserve a reward," she whispered.

Her fingers ran through my hair as she leaned in again, deeper this time, her tongue teasing, her body grinding against me.

I gripped her waist, losing myself.

Then, just as suddenly, her phone starting ringing and its manager calling her

she asked  me to leave and went straight to her room and locked it—as if nothing had happened.

I sat there, stunned, hard, and confused.

Was she Really serious?

Over time, she started calling me to her place often. We’d talk, laugh, kiss, and cuddle, but… it never felt like love from her side.

She only wanted me when it suited her. In the office, she barely acknowledged me.

I was falling hard, but deep down, I knew—I was just a toy.

Whenever she needed help, she’d seductively ask for it. And like a fool, I always gave in.

One day, I caught her arguing with our manager. The way they stood close—it wasn’t professional.

When I confronted her, she snapped.

"None of your business!"

"Am I just a sex toy for you?" I demanded.

She glared.

"This is the office, Ryan."

Then, our manager saw us.

She immediately played the victim.

"Sir, he always tries to do this to me. I’ve told him we’re colleagues, but he won’t stop. I don’t have any feelings for him."

My world shattered.

i looked at her, she seems to be too scared. i asked her " Seriously" and she left

An hour later, my manager called me in.

"Ryan, I don’t want to take strict action. Resign, or it won’t be good for you."

I resigned.

I was in Pantry try to absorb the things, Shweta introduced me to her friend from HR, helping me land another job.

"Forget what happened," she said before walking away.

And the year passed. i never saw or tried to meet Riyasha.

The other side of story

Years later, at an airport, I ran into my ex-boss. I saw him , but don't want to greet him, so i kept siting on my seat.

"Still angry at me?" he asked.

I stayed silent.

"I knew you weren’t guilty. After you left, I resigned too."

"Why?" I asked.

"Riyasha was my fiancée," he admitted. "Until I found out she was cheating on me."

My blood turned cold.

"Then why did you take action against me?"

"Did you ever wonder why you got hired so easily in your next job?"

I stayed quiet.

"I made sure you got hired. I knew you were talented. But I couldn’t risk my career fighting her lies."

He hugged me.

I had tears in my eyes.

As he boarded his flight, I stood there, wondering…

Did karma ever catch up with Riyasha? what she will be doing right now? don't know I got more curious.  

Corporate Office Romance can be as thrilling as it is dangerous.

Here are a few hard-earned lessons:

• Separate Work and Love: Mixing business with passion can cost you your career and your heart.

• Guard Your Emotions: In the corporate world, every smile might hide a secret, and every touch may come with a hidden agenda.

• Know Your Worth: Don’t let anyone treat you like a disposable tool for their pleasure.

• Be Cautious with Office Relationships: Trust wisely and keep your personal and professional lives separate.