Fitoor

an offer she can't refuse

I'm changing the POV on this story. It'll be from characters' perspectives now. I just think it'll suit this story best :)

(Maya's POV)

Sahir's little bit-I mean his assistant, Aisha, came summoning me to his office like it was the devil's den. Make no mistake, I loved the fact that I was finally capable of having a life outside of Arjun and my forsaken marriage, but I knew I was worth so much more than this stupid marketing director's position. I know, I know. Many women and men in this city would kill for this position, but not me. I was just doing it to secure a life outside of my tattered world. If I was going to regain Fashion and City, I couldn't be a penniless damsel in distress.

And Sahir. That darned Sahir Azeem Chaudhary. I couldn't stand his attitude. No one had the freaking guts to boss Maya around, let alone some man who called himself a CEO and had no idea what ruins his financial situation was in. That's the thing with men like Sahir. Just as they climb the ladder of sweet success they get intoxicated on it. They don't know how to handle themselves and everything falls apart from the foundation. Then they put on the I'm-So-Angry-At-The-World act. Now don't get me wrong...Sahir's efforts were truly commendable. The way he built Saiyaara up from nothing, but he really was inexperienced. He let little things slide and his employees were playing a war of their own. I soon came to realize that his family were all shareholders and that's where the problem started. Cardinal rule of business is never mix family with business. It's right up there with not fucking your employees or falling in love with them. Something I knew the consequence of all too well.

And...if I may say...the man did look every bit like Harvey Spectre, the Indian version. Sexy, dominating and somewhat scary. The only difference being Harvey was witty...Sahir was not. He looked like he would rather eat karela for the rest of his life than laugh at a joke or even feign a smile. I chuckled to myself thinking about Sahir. He was the kind of guy I wanted a one night stand with in college. Just to test the waters. Now I know what you all must be thinking...Maya...and one night stands? Yup! Maya had her fair share of baggage from the past too. See, I never exactly planned on falling in love...like ever. When your asshole dad abuses you and you watch your mother grovel for his love and affection anyways, that shit kind of messes with your brain and turns you off from the idea of love. Of course, I am supposed to be a typical Indian girl with no desires, but hint hint...I wasn't! I too basked in the glory of having boyfriends...except I didn't love them, it was all about physical chemistry. But then, I met Arjun. Arjun came into my life as what I thought would be messiah. It was a typical dumb love story. Boy rescues girl with daddy issues, girl falls head over heels in love and the rest is history. Except I did so much for that fucker. I even killed my own father...come on...don't act shocked. You all knew that. But Arjun never loved me. He loved my money, he loved hooking up with Saanjh, he loved his immature ways, but he never loved me.

You know...every powerful woman's downfall has been wretched love. Ever heard of Razia Sultan? The only female to ever rule the Delhi sultanate, yeah fierce, strong and ambitious! More capable than any of her male competitors but how did her life go haywire? All because she fell in love with a man way beneath her status. And now it's rejoiced as such a great love story. Oh please! Give me a story where a woman wins then chooses a man of her equal stature...that's more my vibe.

My thoughts were interrupted by my door opening. I stopped typing and looked up. It was the devil incarnate himself. Though, I must say, he looked rather hot when his jaw clenched in seething anger. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened and the blazer was off. I know I should not have noticed but the protruding veins on his arms were really fucking sexy. It was like he was just taunting my aim to be celibate now.

"I called you to my office half an hour ago." He said as his fist slammed against my desk. Jesus Christ, he was hotter while mad. And yes, in case you were wondering...I maintained a stern face.

"I know." I said while not moving my gaze from my screen and typing, it's gotta be fun to push my boss's buttons. Let's see what he does when he gets angry.

"Maya...I'm not fucking playing with you. Act professional, it's your first day and you have such an attitude?" He asked, more like taunted by the tone of his voice.

I looked up at him as I slammed my laptop shut. I got up and stood up to him, thanking God a little extra I chose to wear 5 inch heels today, so I could easily look up to him.

"Mr. Sahir Azeem Chaudhary, that tone of yours may work around your other employees but get your facts straight...I am not one of them. I am not scared of you." I ordered, poking him with my forefinger directly at his chest.

He looked down at my finger and I knew in that second, I had taken it too far. He grabbed me by my hair and made me face him, our bodies literally millimeters apart.

"You need to be taught some manners." He whispered, His breath was so warm I could feel it on my face. And holy fuck! I know I should be pushing him off and yelling but this was legit every girl's wildest fantasy. Yeah, yeah...I know some of you are screaming and complaining that I'm too much of a dirty woman...yeah well guess what? I know you all have fantasized about being dominated by a powerful man too, no matter how much of a feminist or shy little girl you are. But this didn't change the fact that he was still my boss and before I lost all sense of right and wrong, I pushed him off of me.

"What the fuck was that?" I yelled...but in my head, it was pure heaven.

"Good...now that you understand not to mess with me, let's get to the point." He said nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that our faces were literally millimeters apart a few seconds ago, one move and our lips would've made contact.

"I need you to be the face of our new collection." He said, more like commanded.

Here we go again...I overestimated another man. I thought I was here doing my job as a marketing director because of my capabilities, but all he saw me as was a hot piece of ass. Yeah, I know some of you think I'm being annoying, but hello! I was hired as a marketing director...not a model! Wouldn't you be pissed if your boss came up to you and asked you to take a few sexy photos when it's not your job?

"I am not a model, Mr. Chaudhary...I was hired as a marketing director. And though, I'm truly flattered you find me worthy enough to sell your company's collection by use of my body...it's quite sexist and rude to offer...rather demand such a thing." I said, my gaze remaining as stern as his.

"I wouldn't refuse this offer if I were you, Maya..." He whispered as he leaned over my desk.

"Why? Are you going to move heaven and earth for me if I model for Saiyaara?" I laughed at him. Who did he think I was? Some struggling Mumbai actress desperate for money?

"Even better...your estranged husband is holding Fashion and City hostage, right? I'll buy over the entire company for you. Think of it as a gift," He smirked.

A/N: I hope you all had as much fun reading that as I did writing it ;)