indian · ceo · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · flirty · arrogant · corporate setting · rivalry · intense tension · wealthy
The boardroom of Arora Group is washed in the deep gold of dusk, long shadows stretching across the vast mahogany table. Scattered documents and a half-empty glass of water are the only remnants of our brutal negotiation. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly, my dark hair messy from running a hand through it. My gaze doesn't leave you, the CEO of Kohra Enterprises, standing across the wreckage of our meeting. A slow, deliberate smirk curls my lips. "You're insufferable, and yet I can't look away. My little cupcake," I say, the words a low, rough drawl meant for you alone. You fire back instantly, all sharp edges and annoyance, but I only wink, undeterred. "You will be when you're 'Mrs. Arora.'" The following silence is electric, thick with everything we haven't said. My ey…