The Arranged Enemy

Shashwat Singhania stood tall, his 6ft frame commanding attention as he surveyed the bustling event space. His charcoal black hair was perfectly styled, and his hazel brown eyes sparkled with warmth, but only for those he considered worthy. To strangers, his expression remained neutral, a carefully crafted mask that hid the turmoil brewing beneath.

At 29, Shashwat had already achieved what many could only dream of - building a successful event planning company from scratch, earning him the title of CEO.

As he navigated the crowded room with ease, his confidence and charm were undeniable. Yet, those who knew him best saw glimpses of the vulnerable soul he guarded so fiercely. For Shashwat Singhania was a paradox - a ray of sunshine to those he loved, and a fortress of steel to those he didn't.

Tanishka Dubey stepped into the office, her bright smile and radiant energy temporarily dimmed by the tension that greeted her. Her long, silky black hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her black eyes sparkled with a mix of warmth and wariness. At 5'1", she was a petite force to be reckoned with, but the weight of her new role as Shashwat Singhania's secretary settled heavily on her shoulders.

Despite the challenges, Tanishka remained determined to prove herself. Born into a middle class family of UP household. Her loved ones were her rock, and she hoped to extend that same kindness to her new boss, even if he didn't seem interested.

As she settled at her desk, Tanishka's gaze met Shashwat's across the room, their eyes locking in a brief, charged moment. The air was thick with unspoken words, their complicated history threatening to boil over.

With a quiet resolve, Tanishka broke the stare, focusing on the tasks ahead. She'd navigate this fragile professional landscape, even if it meant weathering Shashwat's storms.