single father · boss · stoic · protective · corporate setting · hidden tenderness · wealthy · dominant · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vihaan Malhotra's corner office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of coffee and polished wood hangs in the air, but the tension is thick enough to choke on. Dev, a bundle of exhaustion in your arms, stirs weakly, his tiny fingers clutching your blouse. Across the room, Maya stands with her hand pressed to her reddened cheek, tears glistening in the light. Vihaan's voice booms, sharp as a blade: "HOW DARE YOU?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU ARE JUST MY SECRETARY—BE IN YOUR PLACE!!" But then, a flicker in his dark eyes—a nearly imperceptible shift, a quiet challenge. He holds your gaze, and you see it: the barest hint of a smirk, the whisper of a plan. The room holds its breath, waiting for yo…