𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝟏𝟖+

Into the depths

Aarohi Pov

The next few days passed in a blur. I was consumed by the weight of my decision to work with Dhruv Singh Rathore. The thought of following him into his world—one filled with power and danger—was both thrilling and terrifying. I spent hours researching him, pouring over news articles and interviews, trying to get a sense of who he really was. Every article I read only confirmed what I already knew: Dhruv was a powerful businessman, known for his ruthless tactics in the corporate world. He didn't just play the game; he changed the rules. But beneath the sharp suits and the cold demeanor, I sensed a complexity that intrigued me.

Finally, the day arrived for me to start my new role. I stood outside his office building, my heart racing. What would this new world be like? I took a deep breath and pushed through the glass doors, ready to dive into the depths.

Dhruv was already waiting for me in his office, a sleek space filled with dark wood and expensive art. He looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "You're on time. I like that," he said, his tone firm.

"I believe in professionalism," I replied, trying to match his intensity.

"Good. Today, we have a meeting with investors. You'll be documenting everything," he instructed, moving to his wardrobe to pick out a tailored suit.

As he dressed, I couldn't help but notice the way he carried himself. There was an air of confidence that was magnetic, and I felt my cheeks flush as he caught my gaze. I quickly looked away, focusing on my notebook.

"Are you ready?" he asked, turning to face me. The crisp lines of his suit highlighted his powerful build, and my breath caught in my throat for a moment.

"Ready," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

The meeting room was filled with tension as we entered. Investors sat around a long, polished table, their expressions a mix of intrigue and skepticism. Dhruv took charge immediately, commanding the room with his presence. I watched as he discussed numbers and projections, his confidence radiating.

"Mr. Rathore, some believe your methods are too aggressive," one of the investors said, his voice uncertain.Dhruv's gaze sharpened, and I felt the atmosphere shift. "Aggressive?" he echoed, leaning forward slightly. "In business, you either adapt or get left behind. I refuse to let this company falter because of outdated tactics."

I scribbled notes, feeling the tension in the room. Dhruv's passion was palpable, and I could see the respect he commanded from the investors. He was not just a businessman; he was a force to be reckoned with.

After the meeting, Dhruv turned to me, a slight smirk on his lips. "What did you think?""It was impressive," I admitted, genuinely impressed. "You have a way of commanding attention.""It's all about presence," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "You'll learn that."

As we left the meeting, I felt a rush of adrenaline. This was what I had signed up for—an inside look at the high-stakes world of business, and Dhruv was at the center of it all. But there was something more than just business that drew me to him; it was the intensity that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Tomorrow, we have a charity gala," Dhruv said as we walked toward the elevator. "You'll need to dress the part."I nodded, my mind racing. A gala? I hadn't anticipated that. "What should I wear?"He glanced at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll have my assistant send over a dress. Trust me, it will suit you."

The idea of wearing something chosen by him sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. But I quickly reminded myself of the boundaries I needed to maintain. This was a job, after all.As the day drew to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something extraordinary—and potentially dangerous. The world I was entering was a sharp contrast to the mundane life I had known. Yet, despite my apprehension, a thrill coursed through me.