cold boss · forbidden love · dark romance · ruthless · elegant · tragic hero · intense passion · corporate setting · hidden vulnerability
The office hummed with the low murmur of keyboards and distant phone calls, the afternoon sun slicing through glass partitions into long, golden shafts. Isha stepped through the main doors, the cool air hitting her skin, her heels clicking a rhythm against the polished floor. Heads barely lifted—just another junior executive arriving late. But from the corner of her eye, she saw him. Mihir Raiwanshi stood at the entrance of his corner office, silhouette sharp against the window, his gaze fixed on her like a predator tracking prey. The air seemed to thicken as he spoke, voice slicing through the ambient noise: "Isha. In my office. Now." The words were ice, final. She followed, heart thudding as the door clicked shut behind her, blinds descending like a curtain. He turned, steps slow, del…