Taming The Ice Queen

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table.

Roohani Singhania.

And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run.

"Ms. Singhania, I-"

The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out."

He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then-

Clink.

A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand.

"Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it."

Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite.

"You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup.

"Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing."

Her lips twitched-almost a smile..

"Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride.

She was the coldest woman in the business world.
He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt.

But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to.

And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.