Saira;s pov"What the hell are you doing in my step father's house " I screamed in shock and disbelief as how can my fate could play such rubbish tricks on me ."Hey babe relax you should have asked your beloved mother as who are there in her new family and plus I don't think I look like a ghost after all I have a handsome face on which girls dies to kiss and here you are screaming like seen a ghost with no clothes."he said making my blood boil and my brain function mess this guy is the worse person I could ever meet again. I was happy since after High school we were worlds apart but what the hell is he doing here now .Couple of hours before...........Saira my darling I am happy that after a lots of hardships to make you understand what is best in current situation you grasp the line and took the initiative to meet your new family I am overwhelmed and excited at the same time as after you joining us our family will be complete and we will live happily ever after...! Mamma is so happ
I stood there, frozen in place, my brain struggling to process what I was seeing. The Malhotra. The biggest business tycoon, a man whose name carried weight in almost every industry, was standing right in front of me. And… he just called me daughter. Wait—what? This man wasn’t just some distant figure I’d seen on TV or read about in business magazines. He wasn’t some untouchable mogul. No, apparently, he was now my stepfather. The words felt too surreal to even process. "This can’t be real. I have to be dreaming. There’s no way my mother married him," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. I pinched myself—again—hoping that somehow, I’d wake up from this ridiculous situation. But no, the sharp sting was very real, and so was the man standing in front of me with that proud, fatherly smile on his face. What the actual hell is happening? I looked over at my mother, who was watching me with an amused expression, clearly enjoying my confusion. And then, she did the unthinkable—sh
After the grand introduction ceremony, my mom, new dad, and the entire household staff welcomed me into the mansion. The way they decorated the entrance, the preparations for our arrival—it was all breathtaking. It felt like a dream come true, and for a brief moment, I wanted to pause time and savor every second of it. Everything was perfect.My life felt like a scene from a fairytale. But, unlike fairytales, reality always finds a way to throw in twists.Now, after all the excitement, I found myself in the library. My new home had an actual library—a massive one—and it instantly became my favorite place. I had always dreamed of having a big library, filled with rare and beautiful collections, and now here I was, surrounded by endless shelves of books. It felt like heaven.My stepfather had instructed the workers to let me explore the mansion, and after touring the grand halls and rooms, I finally found solace in the library. I had asked the staff to leave so I could have some time alo
After that unexpected encounter with my ex-enemy—the one who made my high school hell—was now officially my stepbrother. I escaped to my new room, trying to shake off the flood of emotions and memories he’d triggered. I threw myself into unpacking, hoping that arranging my things would help me ignore that smug face and the bitter memories he stirred up. High school was behind me, but seeing him here now felt like the universe was playing a twisted joke. If I had to live here, the least I could do was try to maintain a peaceful bond. Maybe time and distance would help us forget the past.Before I knew it, the hours slipped by as I lost myself in organizing, and before I knew it, the sky had turned dusky. Just then, a knock at my door interrupted me. Someone was calling me downstairs for snacks, and the mention of food made me realize how hungry I was. The realization hit me—I hadn’t eaten since breakfast! All those memories of him had left me too distracted to even think about lunch.I
As I was lost in his intense gaze, Mom's voice pulled me back to reality. I snapped out of it, realizing the confusion written all over her face. She asked if I was okay, and I managed to reassure her with a quick nod, eager to steer away from any suspicion. We moved to the dining table, settling down for snacks and a casual chat. Throughout the whole time, I made it a point to avoid looking at him—I couldn’t shake the strange changes in his behavior. He wasn’t acting like the brat I knew in high school, the one who used to bully me until I was in tears. Instead, he seemed different, almost as if he was… flirting. No, I thought to myself, that couldn’t be it. This was the same guy who hated me, and I felt the same about him. Surely, he was just messing with me as usual.Putting my chaotic thoughts aside, I focused on the rare quality time with my mom. Just then, Dad joined us at the table, pulling his chair beside Mom’s with a contented smile. Raj walked in after him, casually taking
Saira's povI knew he was playing a game, pretending he didn’t remember me as the girl he used to torment, like we’d only just met. He looked at me with what I’d almost describe as a respectful gaze, speaking politely, standing close enough that I could almost convince myself he’d had a change of heart. But I knew better. He’d bide his time, maybe put on this nice-guy act for a while, but eventually, he’d be back to his old self the act would drop, ready to tear me down in front of everyone just like he used to. Now that I was his secretary, I knew he’d take full advantage of the opportunity, making every day at work an uphill battle. Now, I had no choice. I was jobless, and he knew it. He was all too aware that my hands were tied, and I’d have to tolerate every test he threw my way. A bitter taste rose in my throat as he laid down the terms in a formal tone: if I had any questions about my position or responsibilities, I could reach out to the HR manager. Tasks, salary, and additio
Just as our lips were barely an inch apart, a voice from behind snapped us back to reality. "Sir, where should we put these?" It was one of the workers, standing there with a large stack of boxes. Raj scrambled to his feet, offering me a hand. I refused, pushing myself up with as much dignity as I could muster, giving him a look that said, I don’t need your help, thank you very much.Unfazed, Raj gestured toward the workers holding boxes filled with clothes and other items. "These are a few formal outfits and essentials to get you started. And don’t forget the file I gave you." He said it so nonchalantly, but my eyes caught sight of the label on the top folder: New York Fashion Week.I nearly did a double-take. New York Fashion Week? I’d seen it on TV, read about it in every fashion magazine, and dreamed of it from the sidelines. The biggest names in fashion, the latest trends that would set the tone for the entire industry—I could barely contain my excitement. "Is this… the actual Ne
“Oh no, what am I going to do now?” I panicked, clutching the empty space where the file should have been. Raj had drilled it into my head that this file was crucial for today’s meeting, stressing the “severe consequences” if anything went wrong. Determined not to mess up on day one, I held onto it like my life depended on it.Now, just my luck—on day one, I’d managed to lose it.And then came the real problem: Sofia, the manager. She’d had a strange air about her from the start, almost as if she was out to get me. Her expressions, her smirks, and now, she’d have even more reason to put me down.Two Hours Earlier…The car ride had been… tense. After that overly flirty call Raj received, a heavy silence filled the air. I’d cranked up the music in my earbuds, hoping to escape the awkward atmosphere, but the tension still hung thickly. Finally, we pulled up to Eclipse Fashion House and entered the private parking garage—a sleek space customized for Raj as CEO. Typical Raj, always with th
Saira's silence seemed to fuel Raj's passion, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he gazed at her. He didn't wait for her to respond, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her skirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine."'Answer me' he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Or should I make you?”Saira's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but the way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her, made her feel like she was melting into his hands.She knew Raj. Knew how possessive he could get. Knew that pushing him further would only ignite something far more uncontrollable.His lips brushed against her ear, his voice turning into a low growl. “Say it.”Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. The air between them was thick with tension, her silence driving him to the edge.Then, just when his patience was about to snap, she spoke."Im yours," she whispered, her
Saira leaned back in her chair, phone pressed to her ear. Her brows furrowed slightly at the voice on the other end—smooth, confident, and as annoyingly familiar as ever.“Alexander,” she said, tone flat. “How did you get my number?”A low chuckle came through the line. “Straight to the point. No ‘hello’? No ‘how have you been?’”She sighed. “I don’t do pointless conversations. Answer the question.”“Still as blunt as ever,” he mused. “Alright, if you must know—I had some help.”She tapped her fingers against the table, waiting.“Aarav.”Saira’s expression remained impassive, but internally, the pieces clicked together. So that’s why Aarav had suddenly called last night after disappearing for so long. She hadn’t bothered answering, and now, she knew why.Her voice was cool. “You expect me to believe Aarav just handed you my number?”Alexander let out a small laugh, as if amused by her skepticism. “Not exactly. Let’s just say he pointed me in the right direction.”Saira wasn’t surprise
The sleek black car smoothly pulled into the private parking area beneath Malhotra Enterprises. The driver, accustomed to the silence between his boss and the lady sitting beside him, brought the vehicle to a gentle stop.Raj sat on one side, legs crossed, his dark eyes fixed on his phone screen. His presence was as commanding as ever—dressed in an impeccable black suit, exuding quiet dominance.Saira, seated beside him was already gathering her files, acting completely unbothered by his presence.The driver stepped out first, quickly circling around to open Raj’s door. Without a word, Raj got out, adjusting his cufflinks, his movements smooth and deliberate.Saira inhaled sharply before following, clutching her files tightly against her chest as she stepped onto the pavement.They walked in sync toward the private lift, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the underground parking area. The moment the elevator doors slid open, they entered.Just the two of them.The doors shut. The
Saira emerged from her room, feeling refreshed after her morning routine. The air inside the Malhotra estate was crisp with the scent of fresh flowers from the garden, and the distant chirping of birds added to the peaceful ambiance.She stepped into the hallway just as Raj’s door swung open.Raj had stepped out of his room at the same time. His gaze instantly flickered to her, his movements pausing for a fraction of a second.Their eyes met.Raj, dressed in his usual sharp black suit, leaned casually against the doorframe. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something calculating in his gaze—like a hunter who had spotted his prey.Saira, unaware that he had overheard her, simply smiled politely. "Good morning, Raj."Then, without waiting for a response, she walked past him, heading straight to the dining area.Raj watched her go, his jaw tightening. Last night. He hadn’t forgotten. The call. The late-night whispers. The damn smile on her face this morning.Who th
The Malhotra estate was engulfed in silence by the time Raj arrived home. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine from the garden, but he barely noticed as he stepped inside.The dim lighting in the hallway cast long shadows, but he paid no attention.They must have gone to bed by now, he thought, heading straight for his room. His movements were unhurried, his mind still occupied with the events of the day.Just as he reached the staircase, a voice stopped him.“Young master, at least have something to eat.”Raj turned to see Manorama, one of the senior maids in the house, standing near the dining area. She had been working in the Malhotra household since his childhood, and despite being close to his grandmother’s age, she never hesitated to care for him like her own.“I’m not hungry,” Raj dismissed coldly, already turning away.She sighed, wringing her hands. “You barely eat properly, beta. This isn’t good for your health—”“That’s enough,” Raj cut her off, his tone firm but not
Author's POV The office buzzed with urgency as Saira worked through the procedures for terminating Verma Trading Co.’s contract. With swift precision, she drafted the necessary termination letters, ensuring every legal protocol was met. She reviewed the fraudulent invoices one last time, cross-checking the evidence Raj had presented. Once satisfied, she forwarded the documents to the legal department, instructing them to prepare an official notice. Next, she contacted the finance team, instructing them to freeze all pending payments to Verma’s company. Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as she emailed HR, requesting immediate dismissal procedures for the employees who had conspired with Manish Verma. Everything had to be airtight—Raj had made it clear that there would be no loopholes, no second chances. She exhaled, rubbing her temple as she double-checked the last document before pressing send, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. It had been a long day, but at l
Author's POVThe sleek black luxury car slid smoothly out of the Malhotra Enterprises driveway, merging onto the city’s main road. Inside, Adrian Vaughn leaned back against the leather seats, his sharp gaze fixed on the passing skyline. The city lights blurred into streaks, but his mind was far from the external world.A woman.His thoughts circled back to the brief yet striking encounter in the elevator. A moment that should have been insignificant—just another passing face in his world of power and dominance. Yet, something about her lingered in his mind like an unsolved equation.Adrian wasn’t the kind of man who entertained distractions, especially not of this nature. He had never once felt an inexplicable pull toward anyone before, let alone a woman he had merely crossed paths with. But for the first time, logic and control seemed to waver, replaced by a curiosity he couldn't ignore.“Mr. Vaughn?” His assistant, Marcus, interrupted his thoughts from the front seat.Adrian exhaled
Author's POVThe towering glass windows of Raj Malhotra’s office overlooked the bustling city, but his focus remained on the sleek laptop screen in front of him. The proposal from Velmore Textiles,one of the most prestigious fabric manufacturing companies, renowned for their premium fabrics and cutting-edge techniques. Securing a deal with them would be a significant advantage for Malhotra Enterprises—one that could push their expansion into high-end fashion.But Raj wasn’t a man who jumped at opportunities without calculation. His mind weighed every possible outcome, every hidden move in the game of business.Raj leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest as he analyzed the details. Today’s meeting was crucial. The second-most powerful CEO in the industry was here—a man whose reputation nearly rivaled Raj’s own.The thought made his jaw tighten. His arrival at Malhotra Enterprises wasn’t publicly known—this was a deal shrouded in secrecy until final neg
Author's POVThe sunlight streaming through the curtains nudged Saira awake, her body still weighed down by the events of the previous night. She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess. Sitting up in bed, she let out a soft sigh, her mind still caught on Raj’s cryptic behavior and that unnerving hug in the garden.After a moment of stillness, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. “Focus, Saira,” she muttered to herself, pushing those thoughts aside. She made her way to the bathroom, where the cool water against her skin worked wonders to revive her senses.After brushing her teeth and showering, she carefully picked out her formal outfit for the day—an elegant black blazer over a pastel blue blouse, paired with tailored trousers. The ensemble gave her a polished, professional look, even if she didn’t feel entirely composed inside.Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she prepared to head out, but her eyes caught something unusual on t