This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Shayantika's POV:
The blaring alarm shattered the peace of the morning, dragging me out of my slumber. My first impulse was to smash it to pieces, but I settled for blindly fumbling to turn it off. After a few minutes of flailing around in bed, I managed to silence the obnoxious noise. Exhausted and disheveled, I sat on the edge of the bed, blinking away sleep and trying to focus. I stumbled groggily to the bathroom, where the mirror revealed a sight that almost made me laugh—my face was a blotchy red mess, and I looked like a circus clown.
The toothpaste was an assault on my taste buds as I brushed my teeth. The sharp mint was a harsh wake-up call, but I soldiered on. I grabbed the ice roller from the fridge, feeling the immediate soothing effect on my puffy face. It was a temporary fix, but it helped me look somewhat presentable.
With my skincare routine done, I slapped on a light layer of makeup. My choice of outfit for the day was a cropped blazer paired with a short skirt that reached just above my thighs. I spritzed on my custom rose cologne, a personal touch I adored, crafted from the most beautiful roses from our garden. The clock showed 7:13—definitely running late. I raced downstairs, hollering for breakfast as I filled up a water bottle.
"Momma, please give me something to eat! I'm running late!" I called out, my voice tinged with urgency.
"Beta, sit down. I'm serving breakfast," Mom replied calmly, as always.
I devoured a chicken sandwich, my favorite homemade meal, and quickly fed Fiona, my cat. "Eat up, baby. Mommy has to go to work. Be a good kitty!" I urged as I did a high ponytail, letting my curtain bangs fall gracefully around my face. I grabbed my laptop and water bottle, slipped on my heels, and dashed out the door.
My sleek black MacLaren awaited me, a stunning sight. I jumped in, and the engine roared to life, a thrilling sound I loved. The drive through Mumbai was a blend of chaos and beauty, and as I admired the city, I felt a rush of excitement. After an hour-long drive, the car pulled up in front of my company's building. Despite a lingering injury on my head, I was eager to get to work.
The building's main gate greeted me with the familiar bowing of guards and respectful nods from the staff. As I walked through the entrance, everyone was aware of my new position as CEO. I smiled, taking in the respect and admiration.
Entering my office, I marveled at the tailored interior. It was perfectly designed to reflect my style—elegant and sophisticated. I organized my desk with personal touches: photos and a vase of fresh roses. Being the CEO felt exhilarating and empowering.
Through the glass door, I noticed a man in a black suit approaching my office. My heart skipped a beat. It was Mr. Singhania.
As he entered, I stood to greet him. "Good morning, Mr. Singhania," I said, extending my hand.
"Good morning, Ms. Shayantika," he replied, shaking my hand. A warm sensation spread from the contact. He took a seat in the chair across from me. "So, Ms. Armani, it's your first day here?"
"Yes," I responded, trying to suppress the fluttering feeling growing inside me.
He smiled, and I felt a twinge of nervousness. "You may continue with the project named 'Deors.' It's crucial for our upcoming showcase. I trust you'll handle it well."
"Sure," I nodded, eager to prove myself.
After Mr. Singhania left, I made my way to the company's factory located downstairs to oversee the progress of the 'Deors' project. The designs for the Australian Design of the Year were critical, and any recognition would be a tremendous boost for the company. I hoped we would secure a top spot; the potential bonus for the staff was an added incentive.
At 2:23 in the afternoon, as I was immersed in gathering surveys and working on the project, my phone buzzed with a message from Mr. Singhania.
Mr. Singhania: Good afternoon, Ms. Armani. If you're free, let's grab lunch together today since we're both here. We can discuss business matters. Does that sound alright?
I smiled at the invitation and quickly typed a response.
Me: Sure, Mr. Singhania. And you can call me Shayantika. I'm younger than you.
After he read the message without replying, I closed my laptop and tidied up my office. I fixed my attire and stepped out of the building.
Outside, I saw Mr. Singhania standing beside his car, engrossed in a phone call. As he noticed me, he ended the call, tucked his phone away, and opened the door of his Mercedes for me. With a courteous gesture, he motioned for me to get in. The driver opened the other side of the car for him, and he slid in beside me.
The ride to the restaurant was filled with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. Mr. Singhania's presence was commanding yet oddly comforting. I couldn't help but wonder about the personal dynamics between us as we prepared for our lunch meeting.
TO BE CONTINUED
guysssss how wassss this chapp they go to grab lunch which will turn into a date after some chapter w8 for it they r slowly slowly going in a good phase.
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