Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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The room was bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through the curtains as dawn approached. Kiana lay peacefully in her bed, wrapped in the embrace of deep slumber. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath, her face serene and untroubled.
Enter Mrs. Malhotra—Kiana's mother—furious at the sight of her daughter still sleeping. Without hesitation, she grabbed a jug of water and poured it over Kiana, jolting her awake. Kiana tumbled from her cozy bed onto the hard floor with a startled yelp.
"Sleeping Beauty, wake up! Come on, you're 24 years old, not a 5-year-old who needs constant lecturing. It's time to take responsibility! Honestly, how do you manage to run such a big company? No one would guess you're a CEO!" my mother scolded—or rather, yelled.
I sighed internally. Yes, I admit I can be lazy sometimes, but if someone pushes me, they better be prepared—I'll make sure they experience hell on Earth.
"Alright, Mumma, I'm awake now. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll join you all for breakfast," I said, trying to appease her. She gave me a pointed look but left the room.
I groaned, pulling myself up from the floor. After a quick stretch, I headed to the bathroom. Once I was done with my morning routine and a refreshing shower, I dressed in my office formals. I kept my makeup minimal—just moisturizer, red lipstick, and mascara. The dark lipstick was my signature look; it eliminated the need for blush or any other product, giving me a bold and intimidating appearance without much effort.
I came downstairs and greeted Mom, Dad, Bhai, and Bhabhi with a cheery "Good morning." Mumma served us breakfast—yes, she's not one of those typical Indian daily soap mothers-in-law. She's chill. As I peacefully enjoyed my meal, my elder brother, who I often refer to as a chimpanzee, started his usual antics. He calls me a sloth, and I admit, he's not entirely wrong—I do act like one sometimes. Despite his teasing, he loves me and is super protective, though he'd never say it out loud.
"Hey, Polar Bear, enjoying breakfast?" he grinned at me.
I shot back, "Yes, Chimpanzee, totally enjoying it. Any issues? Looks like someone wants to sleep on the couch tonight, right Bhabhi?"
He glared at me, but Bhabhi chuckled. "Yes, Kiana, someone is eager to sleep on the couch tonight." The moment those words left her mouth, Bhai's expression softened—an expression reserved for Bhabhi and me.
"What did I do, love?" Bhai asked, looking sheepish. "You're punishing me because of this sloth?"
And just like that, he muttered a quick "sorry" to me, all because Bhabhi asked him to. Yeah, he's totally whipped.
We chatted about work and other things when suddenly, Dad spoke up with a serious tone. "I need to discuss something important." We all knew that when Dad, a businessman at heart, said something serious, it was worth paying attention to. But before he could begin, I interrupted.
