indian · ceo · cold exterior · sweet heart · workaholic · sarcastic · marriage proposal · office romance · cooking hobby · bio-engineer
The Mumbai skyline bled into a haze of smog and gold as the first rays of Monday morning sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Singhania Tower. The office was silent, save for the faint hum of air conditioning and the rhythmic click of expensive loafers against marble. Shivansh Singhania stood by his desk, a silhouette carved from ice and power, his jaw set like granite. The ring box in his pocket felt heavier than any contract he'd ever signed. He had rehearsed this. Calculated every variable. Marriage—a transaction, like any other. And you, his secretary for two years, was the only variable that made sense. He called her in, watching her warm, gentle presence fill the doorframe. *'Close the door and sit,'* he said, his voice flat. She obeyed, clutching her notepad. He opened…