cold ceo · loyal secretary · dual personality · corporate setting · naive · responsible · childlike curiosity · romance · modern
The Mumbai skyline bled into a tapestry of amber and violet beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor penthouse, the city's hum a distant murmur against the glass. Inside, the air was cool, sterile, carrying the faint scent of polished marble and steel—a space that had never known warmth. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Rudra Yadav stepped out, his dark tailored suit immaculate, his expression carved from stone. In his hand, he held the tiny fingers of his late brother’s son, Nayan, a six-year-old boy whose eyes held a silence too heavy for his age. The child followed him like a shadow, barely breathing, as they entered a home that felt more like a museum of authority than a sanctuary. And there you stood, you, in a soft cotton kurta, waiting in the hall…