𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

The bustling streets of Mumbai roared with life, but for some girl , it felt like the world had momentarily hushed. The city, with its towering skyscrapers and endless sea of people, was a stark contrast to the life she had known.

But here she was, standing at the threshold of a new beginning—a future she had fought hard to claim. The imposing structure of Oberoi Tech Solutions loomed before her, a symbol of everything she aspired to become.

With a deep breath, she stepped inside, her heart racing yet her exterior calm and composed. As she approached the reception desk, the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile, momentarily captivated by the girl's charm.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” the receptionist asked, her tone polite and professional.

“Good morning,” the girl replied with a graceful nod. “I’m here for an interview for the software developer position.”

The receptionist’s smile widened, impressed by girl's poise. “Of course. Please take the elevator to the 12th floor. The interview room is to your left as you exit. Good luck!”

“Thank you,” Girl said, returning the smile. She could see the receptionist was slightly mesmerized by her manners, and it gave her a small boost of confidence.

As she entered the waiting area, the weight of the moment began to settle in. The room was filled with candidates, each one seemingly more anxious than the next. She overheard whispers about the company’s boss—a man as cold as the glass walls that surrounded his empire.

“Did you hear? Mr. Oberoi rejected three candidates in a row yesterday,” one candidate murmured.

“Yeah, he’s known to be ruthless. One mistake and you’re out,” another added.

The thought was enough to make her nerves spike, but she quickly steadied herself. She had come too far to let anxiety take hold now. When her name was finally called, she straightened her shoulders and walked with purpose.

The office she entered was a blend of modern elegance and sharp minimalism, a true reflection of its owner. But what caught her attention wasn’t the luxurious decor; it was the man seated behind the grand desk, his back turned to her. The air was thick with tension as she awaited his acknowledgment.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice steady as she stood before the desk.

With a deliberate slowness, the man swiveled his chair to face her. Their eyes met—his cold and calculating, hers steady and unwavering.

“Sit,” he instructed, his tone clipped. The girl complied, her gaze never leaving his as he gestured for her resume. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She handed over her resume without a word, watching as his eyes scanned the document. The silence in the room was palpable, but she remained composed, even as she felt the weight of his scrutiny.

“So, you’re applying for the software developer position,” he began, his voice devoid of warmth. “Tell me, what makes you think you’re the right fit for this role?”

She met his cold gaze with a calm confidence. “I believe my skills and experience align perfectly with the requirements of the role, Mr. Oberoi. I’ve successfully led several projects that demanded both technical expertise and innovative thinking. I’m confident I can bring the same value to your team.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing her words. “Confidence is one thing”

A faint smile tugging at her lips. “Confidence is backed by competence, Mr. Oberoi.”

Man's eyes flickered with a hint of something—approval, perhaps, but it was quickly masked by his usual cold demeanor. He continued to ask her a series of questions, testing her knowledge and resolve. She answered each query with precision and poise, never allowing his icy demeanor to rattle her.

As the final question hung in the air, she allowed a small, confident smile to play on her lips. It was a smile that nearly broke through his cold facade, but the man held firm, his eyes narrowing her and she keep smiling,in a silent challenge. Their gazes locked in a battle of wills, the tension crackling like electricity in the air.

“Is there anything else you’d like to add?” he asked, his voice carrying a subtle edge.

“Only that I look forward to working here,” the girl replied smoothly, her smile unwavering.

Finally, Man exhaled, he glared at her losing his cold facade and breathed heavily. “You’re hired,” he declared,. “Welcome to Oberios, Ms. Aisha”

Aisha’s smirk deepened, a victorious glint in her eyes. “Thank you, Sir , Mr. Devansh Singh Oberoi.”

As she rose to leave, she paused at the door and turned back to him, her eyes alight with mischief. “By the way, I just beat you in losing your cold look.”

Devansh blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off by her playful remark. “I did not lose!” he got offended.

“Oh, you totally did,” Aisha shot back with a grin. “And you know what that means? One point for me.”

He narrowed his eyes, before he could say she showed her tongue and ran away leaving him shocked.

" Ughhh, I will make her pay", he groaned and went back to his work, a thought nagged at him—how had she managed to break through his defenses so easily? And why did so feel good?

Meanwhile, Aisha, now outside the office, couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. The playful exchange had given her a confidence boost she hadn’t expected. She knew she was up against one of the toughest in the business world, but she also knew she had something others didn’t—a knack for getting under Devansh Singh Oberoi’s skin.

"This is going to be fun," she thought, her heart racing with excitement.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning of something no one ever anticipated. What started as a playful challenge would soon unravel into a complex web of unexpected connections, deep secrets, and a bond that would defy all odds.

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