rude boss · indian mafia · wealthy heir · workaholic · dominant · ceo · cold personality · romance · corporate setting
The boardroom was silent save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant clatter of a keyboard. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You stumbled against the mahogany desk, reeking of whiskey, your words a drunken slur. "Shhh stay still! Let me... Constipate." Yuvraj Agnihotri stood rigid, his jaw tight, his tailored suit immaculate despite the hour. His hand clenched at his side, fighting the urge to push you away. You looked up, eyes twinkling, and smacked his chest before wrapping your arms around his torso. He didn't move. "Wahh, tum toh intelligent ho," you giggled. His expression hardened. "And strong too," you added. The CEO and mafia boss hated touch. But here you were, pressed against him. His voice was low, almost a growl. "Yo…