THE FIRE BENEATH THE FLAMES

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NITYA'S POV

Standing infront of his Empire, I was looking at its glory, lost in my thoughts. The structure stood tall, emanating an air of regality and sophistication that seamlessly blended with modern aesthetics. The architecture spoke volumes about the contemporary design of the office.

The exterior was a symphony of glass and steel, reflecting the surrounding cityscape. It was a statement of style and power and was adorned with subtle yet striking embellishments that added a touch of luxury without compromising the overall modernity of the structure. The sleek lines and grand facade hinted at the opulence within. A sense of grandeur surrounded the entrance, where large glass doors welcomed visitors into a realm of corporate elegance.

I noticed a male figure, making his way to me. Dressed up in formal outfits he passed a small smile to me.

''We were expecting you, Miss Roy, I am Ekansh Sehgal, the chief Secretary of RVS empire, I will lead you the way'' he introduced himself, and I nodded following his lead.

Clasping my hands together, I entered the office looking, earning many gasps. I heard many whispers about me, completely knowing they all knew me, it feels so good to have such stardom. He leads me the way to the conference room.

''Please have a seat, Sir will be here in a few minutes'' He spoke while typing something in his MacBook. I nodded in agreement taking a seat, just then one of their staff came with a brewing cup of macchiato. Fuck, do they serve Macchiato to the guests in their company, not many people prefer this? But honestly, this is my heaven, I start my day with a macchiato. I am crazy for my Macchiato. I took a sip and I was doomed, it was perfectly blended, the way I liked. Even I cannot make this perfectly, this is pure bliss.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Riddhaan entered with an aura of undeniable dominance that seemed to command attention. Impressive, his presence spoke volumes, and the room seemed to subtly shift as he walked in. Dressed in a tailored suit that embraced his powerful stature, the sharp lines of his attire mirrored the precision of his movements. The fabric clung to him, sculpting a commanding yet elegant silhouette, that I couldn't gaze away.

The rugged charm of his well-groomed beard defined a strong jawline. His piercing grey eyes held a magnetic allure, a shade of intensity is all I found. His hair, styled trendy, framed his face with sophistication, each strand falling into place with purpose. A subtle cologne trailed him, whispering hints of confidence and charm as he entered the room.

He removed his blazer, and the air of confidence around him intensified. The way he casually slung the blazer over the back of the chair hinted at a relaxed elegance. With a swift, deliberate motion, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing forearms that spoke of both strength and competence. I have seen many models, actors, and singers who have great physiques in my life, but no one is close to this man.

''Glad that you like it, Nitya'' He spoke while opening the wrist buttons of his shirt, casually he twisted his sleeves rolling them to his forearm, all the time I was keenly observing his actions, as soon as he reached his forearm, my eyes went to the bandage that was wrapped around his forearm, and a recent memory hit me harder. 

Wow, our first meet was so bloody, like in a real sense it was bloody. I had never imagined our first meeting to turn out like this, but this is just a small teaser for him, he has a lot of things waiting for him in the future.

''Done admiring the view'' He spoke with a little teasing laced in his tone, his voice, when it rumbled low, sent shivers down her spine. It carried a husky quality like it held both danger and charm. Every word he spoke was full of dominance, making her want to know more, even though I tried to resist the captivating spell he cast on me without realizing it. The transparent spectacles resting on his nose were making him look more desirable, who says men in spectacles are nerds, maybe they have never seen him.

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