The city of Delhi never slept, much like the man who ruled its fashion empire with an iron will-Arnav Singh Raizada. The CEO of AR Fashion House was known for his ruthless business acumen, sharp intelligence, and an arrogance that could cut through steel. But what people didn't know was that under that cold exterior lay a heart that had long forgotten how to love.
On the other hand, Khushi Kumari Gupta was a stark contrast to Arnav. A young, passionate designer, she had just joined AR Fashion House with dreams of making a name for herself in the world of fashion. She was bold, cheerful, and had an infectious charm that could melt the hardest hearts.
Their worlds collided on a stormy evening. Khushi, in her usual lively manner, accidentally stumbled into Arnav's cabin, holding a pile of unfinished designs. He looked up, his eyes narrowing at the audacity of the girl who had dared to enter his space unannounced.
"Who gave you the permission to barge in?" Arnav's voice was cold as steel.
Khushi, unshaken, smiled nervously. "I-I just wanted to show my designs, sir. The deadline-"
"I don't care about excuses. If you can't follow basic discipline, then you don't deserve to be here," he cut her off, his gaze piercing through her.
Aman Mathur, Arnav's best friend and manager of AR Fashion House, witnessed the exchange and chuckled inwardly. He had known Arnav for years and had never seen anyone stand their ground in front of him like this. He decided to intervene before Arnav's wrath escalated.
"ASR, she's new. Give her a chance," Aman said, stepping in.
Arnav's jaw tightened, but he decided to let it go-for now.
Little did they know, this was just the beginning of a story that would change their lives forever.
By
Muskan Tarway
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