Mumbai:THE CITY of DREAMS.

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Ananya Mehra was a force to be reckoned with in the legal world. At only 26, she had single-handedly built her law firm into one of the most sought-after in the country. Known for her razor-sharp intellect, fearlessness, and fierce independence, she never backed down from a challenge, whether in the courtroom or in life. Beneath her composed exterior lay a woman who had fought her way to the top in a male-dominated industry, and she wasn't about to let anything—or anyone—distract her from her goals.

Ayaan Singh Rathore was used to being in control. The crown prince of a royal family, he had seamlessly transitioned into becoming a successful businessman. Handsome, confident, and commanding, Ayaan was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. In his world, people bent to his will without question. But despite his princely status, there was more to Ayaan than met the eye. He had a mind for business and a heart that valued loyalty and respect. Yet, he had never met a woman who challenged him—until he met Ananya.

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The heavy oak doors of Ananya's office swung open, and in walked Ayaan Singh Rathore, commanding the space with every step. Tall, dark, and impossibly handsome, he exuded confidence in a way that felt almost palpable. The air shifted the moment he entered, his mere presence demanding attention.

Ananya sat behind her desk, cool and composed, her sharp eyes assessing him in a single glance. She didn't rise to greet him, nor did she falter under the weight of his powerful aura. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, arching an eyebrow as if daring him to speak.

"Ms. Mehra," Ayaan said, his deep, smooth voice filling the room. His eyes met hers with a steady intensity. "I've heard you're the best in the business. I need you to take on a case for my company."

Ananya didn't blink. "I'm aware of your case, Mr. Rathore," she replied, her tone crisp, professional. "But whether or not I take it will depend on the facts, not your reputation."

Ayaan's lips curled into a slow, amused smile. He wasn't used to this—people didn't challenge him, certainly not like this. Most were too eager to please, too eager to impress. But Ananya? She didn't care who he was, and that intrigued him.

"You don't mince words, do you?" Ayaan leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that would have made most people squirm. But Ananya held his gaze without flinching, her demeanor as unyielding as ever.

"There's no time for pleasantries when there's work to be done," she said. Her voice was firm, unapologetic. She gestured to the seat in front of her. "Let's get down to business."

Ayaan settled into the chair, crossing his legs with a practiced ease. As they began discussing the details of the case, their conversation was nothing short of a verbal sparring match. Ayaan challenged her, pushing boundaries, and Ananya met him blow for blow, her responses sharp, precise, and unflinchingly direct.

For the first time in his life, Ayaan found himself captivated—not just by her beauty, though she was undoubtedly stunning, with her dark eyes and commanding presence—but by her mind. Ananya was a puzzle; one he was eager to solve. She didn't bend to his will like others, didn't give him the deference his title usually commanded. She was strong, unshakable, and Ayaan found that incredibly attractive.

But what struck him most was her indifference to his status. She treated him as an equal, not a prince, not a businessman with power and influence. Just a man in need of legal expertise. It was refreshing. It was maddening. And it was the beginning of something he couldn't quite name yet.

Ananya was no stranger to powerful men. She had faced countless of them in courtrooms, dealt with their egos, their arrogance. But there was something different about Ayaan. His presence was undeniable, but what surprised her most was the way he respected her space, her intelligence. Despite his dominant energy, he never once tried to undermine her or question her authority. He listened to her, challenged her, but in a way that made her feel like an equal.

As their meeting went on, Ananya could feel the subtle tension building in the room. There was something unspoken between them, a charged energy that neither acknowledged but both felt. She was drawn to him, despite herself. His confidence was magnetic, and for the first time in a long time, Ananya felt like she had met her match.

But she wasn't about to let him know that. Not yet.

"Your case is complicated," she said, her tone measured. "But I can handle it."

Ayaan's smile widened, a gleam of something dark and playful in his eyes. "I don't doubt it," he said, his voice low and smooth. "But can you handle me, Ms. Mehra?"

Ananya's eyes flashed, a spark of challenge igniting between them. "We'll see, Mr. Rathore."

As Ayaan stood to leave, he offered her a hand, and for the briefest moment, when their fingers touched, something passed between them—something electric. Ananya felt it, and judging by the look in Ayaan's eyes, so did he.

This was going to be interesting.

As he left her office, Ananya found herself staring at the door, her mind racing. She had handled countless clients, but Ayaan Singh Rathore was different. There was something about him—something dangerous, something thrilling. And while she wasn't one to get distracted, she knew that working with him would be a challenge she couldn't ignore.

Little did she know, this was only the beginning.

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