Chapter 1

3rd Person's POV

A man who is nothing but the definition of a Greek god. Walking out of his luxurious mansion towards his driver, who is waiting for him to drive him to his company in his most elegant and expensive Rolls Royce.

The driver opened the door for him and waited for the owner to enter the car. Stepping inside the car, he pulled out his elegant lighter with a beautiful customised design carved on it.

Lighting the cigarette in his hand he sniffed the toxic smoke. Signing deeply he continued smoking.

Everything about him screamed 'Royalty!'.

This man is none other than Zeeshant Mehra, the CEO of Mehra Corporation and the new business tycoon.

In the business world, he is known as an intimidator and a cold person. A single glare from him can make someone regret their whole existence. His own employees are afraid to face him. Work your ass off if you don't want to get in his bad books.

Due to his father's health issues, Zeeshant was asked to take over his father's business at a young age. He is the one who took his father's business from Gujarat to other countries. Due to his own hard work, he expanded the business to Mumbai and Singapore, propelling Mehra Corporation to new heights.

He learned to take responsibility at a young age, and as a result, he never had time to consider being in a relationship.

Though there are women who are throwing themselves at him just to get noticed by him.

Not to mention the women who are dying to get in bed with him.

But who are we talking about, The Zeeshant Mehra, not just women but even men are ready to risk it all for him.

A man written by women.

He is a One Woman Man.

He only has one friend, That one friend who he is ready to kill by his own hands but also ready to die for him.

Nishant Pathak.

Nishant is his childhood friend. Zeeshant is extremely close to him. Considering their bond Zeeshant decided to bring Nishant to Mumbai along with him and Nishant agreed. Nishant knows him from inside , out, more than anyone else would ever know him.

Nishant is the one who has assisted Zeeshant in running his two branches and was by his side through thick and thin.

It has been almost 5 years till Zeeshant had returned to Mumbai after working for his company in Singapore. Which has now been at success and has reached a different height of success.

"It's still the same," Zeeshant said, looking around the city as they made their way to the company in the car.

"It has changed a lot if you look at it more closely. Sir."

The driver said while driving, trying to start a conversation.

Raising his brow, he looked at the driver, the driver flinched because the moment he looked into the mirror, he was staring right into his soul. A look that can send shivers down anyone's spine.

"I'm sorry sir" he said looking in the front.The driver didn't dare to utter a single word after that.

Knowing how much his boss despises it when people speak to him without his permission.

Zeeshant despises unnecessary conversations and nuisances.

Loud people are kept 10 fts away from him for their own safety.

Arriving at the company he saw how everything is well maintained and also how much the staff has increased.

Getting out of the car he crashed the cigarette under his boots. He entered the 20 story building which is known as the most expensive building in the country.

Pin drop silence is heard. Not even a single person dared to speak.

Only the sound of boots tapping the ground is being heard.

Walking in the company with 10 people following him behind which included his 2 secretaries , 4 assistants of his secretaries and 4 well built bodyguards that can bury someone alive in minutes.

Not giving a single fuck about the employees terrified faces he directly made his way to his office.

Zeeshant's POV

Entering the company felt so nostalgic.

"Memories". I said walking to the office.

As soon as I opened the door,

"BHOOWWWW" Someone shouted.

"AAAAHHHHH" I shouted.

Well who would dare to be in my office and try to scare me.

Ofc it was this monkey Nishant.

"Hahahahahhahahah" he is really laughing, holding his stomach as if it was funny.

After laughing for 2 minutes straight he decided to speak.

"Haha how are you my franddd" he said in a funny way which was not funny at all.

"Was great before meeting you" I said, removing my coat and keeping it on the table.

"Of course" he said, trying to act sad like I didn't know he is a drama queen.

Rolling my eyes i said, "the fuck were doing in my office?"

"I was just waiting for you to come," he said.

"Did you get the file ready?" I asked him.

"Relax my brother, you just came, are you going to work from today onwards?!?"

He asked, looking at me weirdly.

"Do you think this is a garden and I'm here to walk around for timepass?" Seriously this dumbhead.

"Bro you literally just came yesterday, take some rest, spent time with uncle and aunty. Why did you even come in the first place? I asked you not to come." He said.

"I don't have time for all that I need to start working for the opening of the new branch and also I want the details of all the past projects done when I was not here." I said.

"Yeah yeah workaholic mf" he said rolling his eyes.

"Shut up and get me the file in 2 minutes" I said sitting in my chair.

"Well forget about that cause I haven't worked on that file yet" he said ran out of the office.

"YOU ASSHOLE!!," I shouted.

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Myra's POV

"MYRA!!" I heard my mother calling me for the 3rd time from the living room."

"Coming Maa'' I yelled as I got out of bed, checking myself in the mirror,combing my hair and I left the room looking like a 'human'.

As I reached the living room, the first thing that I heard is, my mother complaining to my father about me. Honestly everybody in the family has stopped bothering her about her yelling cause it's of no use. She's going to do whatever she wants anyways.

''Look at the time: it's 8:30 a.m., and she hasn't t awakened yet. She's getting more lazy day by day. I'm so done with her."

My mother yelled from the kitchen to my father, who is reading the newspaper and drinking his morning tea in the living room. My father nodded, being scared of her cause who likes to risk their dear life.

I bet no husband has the power to say no to their wives.

It's always been like this, with my father merely nodding and agreeing with my mother's views.

"Who is going to give their son to such a lazy woman."

I rolled my eyes at her as she began to use her usual dialogue. I'm 22 and graduated last week, and she already started talking about my marriage as if I'm already 50 and couldn't find a suitable suitor.

"It's all right, Maa. Our Myra is beautiful and sweet, and she will find the perfect husband" bhabhi said.

After my brother, she is the only one who cares about my opinions. She's only been here for a year, but it always feels like she's been a part of our family for years .

"You're defending her once again, Akansha . Nowadays, every man desires a perfect wife who would allow him to live his life as he desires. And she doesn't even live with us like we want. How will she go to someone's house and adjust there. She doesn't even live like normal girls."Rolling her eyes she said.

Again She went back to her old ways of thinking. That a female should live in this manner, that she should do this and that.In my mother's opinion, a perfect wife is one who can do all of these things, and keep her husband and his family happy even if she herself isn't happy. She should always think about them first even before herself. In her thinking a girl should always be mannered, well behaved, should know all the household works and stuff like that. And I'm not even 1% of this.

Though I'm mannered and well behaved but not the way she wants.

Well this is our daily routine: Getting up, listening to my mother's lectures, and then going to work.

"Don't say such things to my sister, Maa," Bhai said finally coming to my rescue.

He is the only person who has the ability to save me from my mother. However, he has been doing this since he was a child. Well, I saved him as well, but as a girl, my opinion isn't taken into much consideration .

However, Bhai has always respected my rights and has never stopped me from doing anything. He made his way to the dining table, petting me on the head.

My mother turned to face her one and only precious son, who has always made her proud.

''haa haa aa jo aavi gayo ani ben no lawyer" ( yes yes here comes his sister's lawyer).

My mother said, rolling her eyes sarcastically at my brother.

She flipped out when she finally recognised me sitting in the living room after her daily drama.

My biggest mistake might be leaving my room at '8:30' a.m. without bathing.She screamed

"Hey mara bhagwan!" (Oh my god)

I bet all of our neighbours heard her. Everyone in my house, including my father, who had stayed quiet throughout the episode, flinched.

''YOU DIDN'T EVEN BATH YET?!?" she exclaimed, staring at me as if I were a weirdo.

"Maa, it's Sunday," I said. Trust me I regretted saying that.

"Oh, my goddess decided to bless us on Sunday as well. My lord has blessed me."

she said with an overflowing sarcasm in her sentence.

And she didn't stop after that, despite my repeated attempts to sneak into my room and thanks to Bhai for diverting her attention.

I got ready and left for work as soon as possible because I couldn't bring myself to set my single foot in the kitchen for breakfast knowing my mother is there.

The first thing I heard as I entered the orphanage is children laughing and giggling as they are playing in the garden.

I feel like I am in heaven whenever I hear the kids laugh. They're so pure.

They all came up to me to give me my daily hugs and kisses.These kids are my only escape from the real world; hearing them giggle and laugh makes me feel like I'm in heaven and it instantly erases all of my worries.

Just like everyday, they made me forget about the drama from this morning. I took them to the beach after playing with them for a while and giving them the gifts I bought them because I know how much they enjoy playing in the water and eating cotton candy.

They all appear to be having a good time at the beach, which brought a bright smile on my face.

Sometimes we only need the right person to make us forget about the wrong times.