Rhea adjusted her dupatta nervously as she stepped into the grand glass building of Mehra Industries. It was her first day as the assistant to the CEO — and her first real job. The lobby was filled with the scent of polished wood and ambition. She clutched her folder tighter, hiding her shaking fingers.
She never expected her application to get selected. But here she was, about to work under Aarav Mehra — the youngest, most powerful business tycoon in the city. Known for his cold heart and calculating eyes, Aarav's name alone was enough to silence boardrooms. Rumors said he never smiled… and never forgave.
The elevator doors opened. Rhea stepped in and pressed the 25th floor. As the doors closed, she caught her reflection — a simple girl with dreams far bigger than her bank balance.
Aarav looked up from his desk when his assistant buzzed.
"Sir, your new PA is here."
He didn't answer. He hated changes. He preferred silence and results. Still, he waved his hand toward the door.
Rhea entered, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Aarav's eyes met hers — sharp, unreadable. She felt like he could see through her soul.
"You're late," he said.
"I— I'm sorry. The ID checking—" she stammered.
He didn't blink. "Excuses waste my time."
Just as Rhea lowered her eyes, a woman's voice rang from behind.
"Still scaring your assistants on Day 1?" It was Meher, Aarav's close friend — or maybe more. Tall, beautiful, and confident, Meher walked in like she owned the place.
Rhea felt a strange tension — like an invisible storm brewing between them. Meher's eyes scanned her from head to toe, then smirked.
"She's plain," Meher whispered near Aarav, not softly enough.
Rhea clenched her fists.
She wasn't here to compete. She was here to work. But something told her — this office wasn't just about files and deadlines. It held secrets, jealousy… and possibly, love.
And this storm?
Had just begun.