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Vikrant Malhotra was a man chiselled from granite. At six feet two inches, he towered over most people, his broad shoulders and sharp jawline commanding instant respect. His dark, piercing eyes, usually narrowed in concentration, missed nothing. His salt-and-pepper hair, meticulously styled, spoke of a man who valued control, both in his business dealings and his personal life. Expensive suits hung impeccably on his lean frame, an outward symbol of the immense wealth he'd accumulated. Despite the air of authority he exuded, there was a hint of vulnerability in the way his gaze lingered on Maya, a flicker of something entirely alien to his usual steely composure.
Maya Sharma stood in stark contrast to Vikrant. At 5'4", she was petite, her frame slender and graceful. Her beauty wasn't the kind that demanded attention. It was a quiet beauty, revealed in the gentle curve of her cheekbones, the warmth in her hazel eyes, the way her smile lit up her face like sunshine breaking through clouds. Her long, dark braid, usually adorned with a simple flower, cascaded down her back, a testament to her cultural roots. Dressed in modest kurtas and churidar pants, her clothes spoke of a life lived with practicality and a touch of elegance. Despite her shyness and introverted nature, a quiet strength resided within her. Her hands, which moved with practiced ease while helping the children, hinted at the dedication and focus she brought to her studies as a medical student at AIIMS Delhi. The glint of ambition in her eyes, however, betrayed a deeper desire - to become a neurosurgeon, a goal that demanded immense perseverance and a heart full of compassion, qualities Maya possessed in abundance
What will happen when a ruthless billionaire falls for an innocent soul.