Beneath the Silence - Chapter 1

 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, but because she was... composed. Calm. Unaffected by the intimidating aura he wore like a tailored suit.

"You’re late," he said, checking his watch.
"I was early. Your receptionist was late," she replied, calmly.

A beat of silence. He smirked. Interesting.

"Do you always answer back?"

"Only when I know I'm right."

Aditya leaned back. “You’re hired.”

She blinked. “Without reading my resume?”

“I just did.”

That was their first moment—swords hidden beneath words, but something deeper lingered.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Unspoken Sparks - Chapter 6 (Last Episode)

  Chapter 6: The Confession & The New Beginning The tension in Raychand Industries had reached its limit. Rumors swirled. Whispers about Aditya and Aditi grew louder. Some speculated. Some envied. But Aditi stayed focused, as always—poised, distant, dedicated. Except now, her heart wasn't as quiet as her face. And neither was Aditya’s. He saw her in everything. In every decision. Every plan. Every moment of silence. Her absence made the air feel heavier. Her presence? Like calm fire. He had denied it for weeks. But now… he couldn’t anymore. That Friday Evening – Office Rooftop Aditi had just wrapped up late-night reporting. The office was nearly empty, and the city lights sparkled in the distance. She stepped out to the rooftop for a breath of air. What she didn’t expect… was him. Aditya stood there, sleeves rolled up, no phone in hand—for once. Just… waiting. He turned as she approached. “You’re still here?” she asked. “I was waiting for you,” he said softly....
Read more

🖤 The Monster Inside Me 🖤 - Chapter 5 (Second Last) [“He thought he was a monster—until she looked into his darkness and chose to stay.”]

  Chapter 5: The Monster’s Voice Silence. That’s what Aditi chose after walking out of Aditya’s penthouse. Not the dramatic kind. The real kind — the kind that hurts more than any scream could. No calls. No messages. No replies. Nothing. And Aditya… he let her go. Not because he didn’t want her. But because he wasn’t sure he deserved her. It had been four days. Four long, echoing, manuscript-free days. Aditya sat in his study, the room heavy with memories and ghosts that had grown louder since Aditi left. Her absence was not quiet — it thundered in every corner she used to sit, in every coffee cup that remained untouched. So he did what he had always done with pain. He wrote. But this time, it wasn’t a book. It was a letter. A manuscript with no chapters, no structure, no edits. Just a title: “The Girl Who Dared to Touch the Monster” 📓 Excerpts from the letter: “I never told you, Aditi, but your voice made the screaming inside me quieter.” “You didn’t...
Read more

🖤 The Monster Inside Me 🖤 - Chapter 6 (Last) [“He thought he was a monster—until she looked into his darkness and chose to stay.”]

  Chapter 6: Our Monsters Can Coexist Final Chapter Healing isn’t a sunrise. It’s a dim lightbulb that flickers. A hallway that echoes with memories. A slow dance with shadows that sometimes lead, sometimes follow. But when Aditi and Aditya began again — this time, it wasn’t about fixing each other. It was about accepting that maybe... they were never broken to begin with. Just bruised . And still beautiful. 🌅 One Month Later: Aditi moved into Aditya’s penthouse — not because she needed a place, but because he needed her in his. It wasn’t romance that brought her there. It was presence . Some mornings were silent — both typing, heads down, coffee cups clinking now and then. Other days were stormy — Aditya still woke up drenched in nightmares, still sat at the piano with eyes closed, fingers trembling. But now, when he broke... She was there to hold him. Not to fix. Just to hold. 🛋️ Their Therapist Asked Once: “How do you define your relationship?” Aditi...
Read more