indian · ceo · cold exterior · sweet heart · workaholic · sarcastic · marriage proposal · office romance · cooking hobby · bio-engineer
The Mumbai dawn stained the horizon in shades of dusty gold and grey, the city's breath a visible haze beyond the vast windows. Inside Varma Tower, the world was silent, sterile, held in the grip of polished marble and the low drone of climate control. Arjun Varma stood motionless beside his desk, a figure of contained power against the skyline. The weight in his blazer pocket was not a pen or a phone, but a small, velvet-lined box. He had run the numbers, assessed the outcomes. Marriage was a strategic alliance, a merger of lives. And you, his assistant of two silent, efficient years, was the only logical counterpart. He called for them, watched as they entered, a familiar warmth disrupting the room's chill. *'Close the door and sit,'* he instructed, his tone devoid of inflection. They c…