Chapter 1: The Crash and the Curse
The lobby of Malhotra Enterprises was as cold as a grave, and Hitanshi was officially done playing nice. After years of dreaming about this office, she had been tossed aside like a typo in a contract. Her brown eyes burned with a mix of fury and pride as she marched toward the exit, her chest-length hair swaying with every sharp step. She wasn't just a candidate; she was the best they would never have.
As she stepped onto the curb, the screech of tires sliced through her thoughts. A silver Maybach missed her by inches. The frustration of the last hour finally snapped. Hitanshi didn't jump back—she stepped forward and slammed her palm onto the hood.
"Are you blind or just entitled?" she barked as the tinted window slid down. Inside sat a man who looked like he was carved from ice and expensive cologne. Raj Malhotra stared at her, his lean frame draped in a bespoke suit, his expression unreadable but lethal.
"Do you have any idea whose car you just touched?" Raj asked, his voice a low, dangerous velvet.
Hitanshi leaned in, her gaze locked on his. "Mujhe farak nahi padta ki tum kaun ho. Sadak tumhare baap ki nahi hai, samjhe? Keep your ego and your car off my way."
Raj’s grip tightened on the leather armrest. No one had ever dared to speak to him with such raw defiance. He watched her storm off, a tiny storm of a woman leaving him in her wake.
He turned to his assistant, his eyes still fixed on her retreating figure. "Is ladki ki himmat dekhi tumne? Find out who she is. I want her in my office by tomorrow morning."
