Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 1⁘

Tara

"What the hell, Varun?" I groaned, my entire day had been ruined in a span of five minutes. One minute I was still the rising entrepreneur of the make-up industry the next I was on every business news being mocked for allowing my investors to back away from my company.

"How the hell do I know what's going on?" Varun ran a hand through his bed-head hair, he was my second-in-command and best friend. He'd looked like he'd just woken up, and in truth, he had. It was 12:45 AM.  

"I was busy sleeping like the rest of the world." He hissed, a phone dangled from his right hand and began buzzing. "Investor." Varun grunted, glancing at the screen where my own face reflected along with my lavishly decorated home in Mumbai.

Varun, on mute, began arguing with our investor. I slumped into my chair, feeling exhausted. 

Ding!

It was an alert from a gossip site, I pondered to myself when I'd subscribed to this. But I could see a relatively handsome man hiding away from the flashing camera's and thousands of eyes by holding his hand in front of his face. That's stupid, I thought to myself, his hand was doing nothing to shield him. 

The title was written in block letters, 'The Truth About Shreyas Iyer'

That name rung a bell, my ex-best friend turned cricketer. He'd advertised for my rival brand before and nearly gave them an edge. Right, my name is Tara Patel, I'm the creator of my own brand, MakeOver. My parent's aren't divorced nor in love, they very much tolerate each other. Love is a strong word, my parents behave more like friends forced into marriage. I don't have any siblings, nor am I interested in anyone. According to others, I'm stuck up, if having more than one braincell is stuck up, so be it.

"Tara, I'm going to sell the brand-" I heard Varun's voice muttered from my laptop, instantly, my head snapped away from daydreams. "WHAT?"

"That got your attention," Varun grinned, that glint in his eye told me this was revenge for waking him up at 12. "I was screaming my throat off to try and catch your attention and you weren't listening."

"Darsha called," Varun added, Darsha was my cousin and secretary. I would like to point out that she's stuck up too but gets loved by everyone. "Everyone's pulling out except for the Chopra's."

"Varun, should I close MakeOver temporarily?" I hesitated, Varun shook his head firmly, "Tara, your the strongest personal I know, mentally, relax. We'll figure something out, and if all else fails, the Chopra's are willing to buy the company away from us."

"We need more investors." I decided, my walls brought back up. Varun snorted, "You'll have to bring some new ones from Mars."

"Or a different industry." Ideas began clicking into place, Varun noted my maniacal grin and matched with one of his own, "You have an idea, don't you?"

"I'll get Darsha working on it," My fingers tapped away at the keyboard, sending an email to my dearest cousin. "But first, who's the one who leaked our ideas to the other companies?"

"I have no idea," Varun's voice was dripping with sarcasm. The suspect was obvious, Jayant Rajesh, an aged old man who believed that MakeOver shouldn't be run by a woman. Basically, he think's he's better than me just because he's got a stick between his legs and I don't.

"We can't even fire him." I groaned, Jayant had access to secrets that could destroy MakeOver, and my career. 

Darsha pinged me a few moments later, giving me the information I needed. "Varun, get your ass in Mumbai."

"What-?" He blinked like a goldfish a few times before I ended our Zoom Meeting. "Shreyas Iyer," I mused, he was well off and had influence in an industry that remained untouched by business. Cricket. I watched matches yes, but I wasn't a crazy fan. But I knew enough to know who Shreyas Iyer was. The articles I surfed through were parroting the same thing in different languages or different wordings, 'Playboy' and 'Talented Cricketer'

He'd found himself in the midst of a crisis. What was a crisis to him, could be the rescue for me, the public attention could not only rescue my company but also help out my old friend. But he did not seem too happy when I turned up in front of him. The two of us sat face to face in my car.

"Tara.." He grunted, eyeing me warily. I let out a sigh, "Is that anyway to treat your ex-bestfriend?"

"Yes, specifically if she doesn't keep in contact." Shreyas shrugged, sipping the coffee that I'd bought for myself. Arrogant Bastard, I grumbled to myself.

"Well then, let's talk business shall we?"

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