WildHeartBeats

  Chapter 6: The First Light The next few days passed quietly—but everything had changed. Aditi still sat outside his office, still handed him files and coffee, still stayed late for meetings. But the way he looked at her had shifted. And the way she felt around him had changed too. There was warmth now, hidden between long silences and brief glances. A slow-burning fire they both pretended not to see—but felt, nonetheless. A Sudden Storm One afternoon, the skies cracked open, and Mumbai was swallowed in another monsoon downpour. Power flickered. Half the city stalled. Aditya called out from his office, “Aditi? You should leave early today. It’s chaos outside.” She stood at the door, hesitant. “And you?” “I’ll wait it out. I don’t like being driven in storms.” A moment. “Then I’ll stay too.” He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to.” “I know.” He didn’t argue. They sat by the glass wall of his office, watching the rain pour in rivers down the windows. For the fir...

  Chapter 5: The Man Behind the Empire Two days later, back in Mumbai, the office buzzed with hushed whispers. Something had shifted in the air, though no one could put it into words. Only Aditi knew the reason. Aditya Raychand was changing. Not in dramatic ways, but in the smallest details: he no longer barked orders, he started using “please” and “thank you” occasionally, and—most shocking of all—he hadn’t raised his voice in over 72 hours. She tried to ignore it. Tried to keep things professional. But the silence between them had changed. It no longer held tension. It held something fragile. And that made her nervous. Meanwhile – A Hidden File Aditya sat alone in his penthouse office that night, sipping his usual black coffee. His laptop glowed in the dark, casting shadows across his sharp features. He shouldn’t have done it. But he had. He had run a background check on Aditi Sharma. The basics were clean. No criminal record. Flawless academic and professional achiev...

  Chapter 4: Closer Than They Should Be Aditi barely slept that night. Rajeev’s words haunted her like a warning. She had built a new life with careful precision, and now, cracks were beginning to show. At 8:00 AM sharp, she entered the office. Aditya was already inside, pacing, sharp in a charcoal-grey three-piece suit. Something about his posture was more agitated than usual. She knocked gently and entered. “Morning, sir.” Without looking at her, he said, “Cancel all my meetings today. We're flying to Delhi in two hours.” She blinked. “Should I coordinate with your travel desk?” “You’re coming with me.” That was not a request. Aboard the Private Jet The jet was quiet. Sleek. Luxurious. Aditi sat opposite him, papers in her lap, trying to focus on the client briefing. But his eyes kept drifting to her. Not because of attraction—at least that’s what he told himself—but curiosity. She was a mystery, a riddle wrapped in silence. And he had never left a riddle unsolved. “Y...

  Chapter 3: The Mask She Wore The next morning, Aditi arrived at the office fifteen minutes early—like always. Her face was calm, but her heartbeat hadn’t slowed since last night. Rajeev. She hadn’t expected to see him again—especially not in Raychand Enterprises . Their past was buried deep, or so she thought. Aditi shook off the thought and focused. No distractions. No slip-ups. Not here—not under the eyes of Aditya Raychand . At 9:58 AM, the internal line buzzed. “Come in.” No ‘coffee’ today. Just a simple command. She walked in with her notepad, ready. He didn’t look up immediately. He was staring at something on his laptop, eyes narrowed, jaw tense. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms inked with a quote she couldn’t quite read. He looked too perfect to be real—but also too lonely to be untouched. Finally, he spoke. “I have a question.” She waited. “Do you always prepare yourself for battle before walking into my office?” She blinked. “Do I look li...

  Chapter 2: Boundaries & Barriers Aditi’s first day began with a list of things she couldn’t do. No small talk. No unnecessary questions. Never enter his office without knocking. Never ask about his personal life. And above all—never assume familiarity. She noted everything with a nod, her expression unreadable. As she settled into her corner just outside his office, she noticed how the whole floor functioned like a well-oiled machine. No laughter. No whispers. Just the sound of clicking keyboards and the occasional sharp tone of the CEO’s voice. At exactly 10:00 AM, her phone buzzed. Aditya (Internal Line) : “Coffee. Black. No sugar. Now.” She blinked once. No please , no thank you . Just an order. She walked into his office—this time after knocking—and placed the cup on his desk. “You didn’t ask how I like it,” he said, looking up with a half-smile. “I read the last PA’s notes. She was... detailed.” A pause. “You read her notes?” “I read everything I could f...

 Mumbai was ruthless during monsoon. The city never stopped, even when the skies roared. Inside the towering glass empire of Raychand Enterprises , the world moved with discipline—until she walked in. Aditi Sharma, 26, walked with quiet confidence. Dressed modestly in a soft beige kurta with a smart blazer, she held her resume folder tightly. Her eyes held an innocence not dulled by the corporate chaos she was about to enter. Aditya Raychand, 35, billionaire industrialist, didn’t believe in emotions—only in efficiency, loyalty, and power. He built his empire brick by brick, betrayal by betrayal. Cold, calculating, and devastatingly charming—he was both admired and feared. He didn’t want a new PA. His last one had quit without notice—rumors whispered about his temper. But today, he was forced to interview the "replacement." She knocked. He didn’t look up. “Come in.” The first glance. A storm met a river. He finally raised his eyes—and froze. Not because she was stunning,...