Naina Kapoor, a determined and intelligent young woman, and Nishaan Mehra, a ruthless billionaire with a heart of ice, are about to embark on a journey neither of them ever expected.
Nishaan Mehra, the enigmatic billionaire, had already fallen for N...
"Damn it! Why do all these unfortunate things have to happen to me first the meeting preponed and now this !!" Naina cried as she gazed at her brand-new pants, now ruined from an ironing mishap.
"I'm already running late, and now this. It's a crucial professional meeting, what am I going to wear now?" She let out a heavy sigh as she glanced at her closet. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she hurriedly made her way to a short, black skirt - perhaps a bit too daring for a professional meeting. But with no other options in sight, she reluctantly decided to wear it.
After a series of grumbles and self-directed curses, she managed to get dressed and looked at herself in the mirror." Well, you do have sexy legs, Naina," her best friend Shreya remarked in an attempt to lift her spirits. And, indeed, she spoke the truth. Naina did look quite tempting.
However, all compliments did little to improve her mood, given that everything had gone awry since morning. Nothing seemed to be going according to plan.
She somehow made her way out of the house and headed towards her car, which is Thar. Ignoring all else but her impending meeting, Naina sped away recklessly, fully aware of its significance.
The meeting was supposed to bet at 12PM but it was rescheduled a day before .This meeting could potentially change her life, as she had always aspired to collaborate with a renowned business. Despite her previous work with various brands, this opportunity felt entirely different. If she clinched this deal, she would have the chance to launch something that could alter her destiny entirely. Swiftly parking her car, she checked the time; it was already 8:57, a mere three minutes before the meeting was scheduled to begin. She entered the building.
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As soon as I entered the glass building people were already looking at me I was nervous .I headed to the reception and asked the receptionist where the conference hall was. As I sauntered through the office area, I realized everyone was ogling my mini skirt and my long legs (specially men ). I muttered a "damn it" to myself, cursing my outfit choice.
(Picture this: a skimpy black skirt that was turning heads for all the wrong reasons)
Ignoring the gawks, I posted up in front of the conference hall door and gave myself a mental pep talk. "You've got this, girl. You can handle anything. Time to rock their world. No need to panic Naina give your best and best will happen to you"
With a newfound sense of purpose, I swung open the conference room door. The whole room went quiet, and all eyes were on me, keeping a smile on my face I strutted over to the only empty seat, greeted everyone as I went. My eyes scanned the luxury room ,everything in shades of black and grey yet attractive as if a known interior designer has done it .
I couldn't help but notice "MEHRA ENTERPRISES" plastered on everything, from pens to the darn erasers. After scanning the whole room I came to know that I was the sole woman in the room, surrounded by a sea of men, most of whom appeared to be in their thirties. There was one exception, though; he occupied the boss's chair. His muscular physique strained against the confines of his shirt's sleeves, and his jawline was impeccably sharp. As my gaze roamed a bit more, I couldn't help but notice the veins tracing his hands.
When I finally looked up again, I found myself locked in a momentary gaze with his dark, intense eyes. Quickly, I averted my gaze to the projector screen, pretending as though I hadn't been checking him out.As the presentation began in earnest, I tried to focus on the slides and graphs before me, but an undeniable feeling nagged at me. I felt someone's penetrating gaze on me once more. Initially, I brushed it off, thinking it was my imagination. However, curiosity got the better of me, and I turned to find the same incredibly attractive guy in black, his eyes locked onto mine. In that moment, I couldn't help but think, 'Dang, he's seriously good-looking.'"
My daydream got interrupted when someone called my name, and I stood up, feeling like a boss. I kicked things off with my intro and then dropped my bombshell of a presentation. Everyone was listening carefully and also agreeing with me which boosted my confidence but that creep was still staring at me with an expressionless face .Once I wrapped it up, this dude who'd been eyeing me the whole time got up. He strolled over, or more like sauntered toward the screen, and started nitpicking every little thing. From "this could've been better" to "not scalable" and all that shit. I was boiling with rage but kept it together, 'cause this was supposed to be a professional gig, right? I thought this is it ,now all of them will agree with him and my suggestions will be rejected.
To my shock, everyone in the room had my back, and they shot down all his negative vibes. I was on cloud nine as they cheered and congratulated me.
The meeting finished and I was told that I'll receive an Email regarding the collaboration to start ,everyone gave me best wishes and left Meanwhile, Mr. Critic stayed seated, not giving a damn. I started packing up my stuff, and I could feel his gaze. Finally, he stood up, got a little closer, and said, "Nice job on the presentation, quite the show you put on."
"really ,after criticizing all my ideas He's saying this" I thought. I turned to face him, my tone as icy as a frozen popsicle, "Oh, you actually noticed, huh? Seemed like you were too busy trashing my ideas."
With that, I walked away with my head held high, leaving him maybe a tad impressed by my no-nonsense attitude. Unlike most girls who'd probably be swooning over him, I had zero plans to fall for his charm.
I walked out of the glass building with a big grin on my face. I strolled over to the parking lot and hopped into my car. Just as I was about to hit the road, it suddenly dawned on me, "Oh my goodness, how could I forget this?! It's my cousin's mehendi function today, and I need to be there by 12."
Without wasting any time, I stepped on the gas pedal. This was a legit reason to hurry. I cranked up the volume and let Imran Khan's "Amplifier" fill the car, channeling all the energy of the main character.
