The morning light spilled across the bed like a soft confession. White sheets, tousled. Hair tangled like stories untold. She lay there, still, half-conscious, the ache in her temples pulsing with the remnants of a night forgotten and a feeling she couldn't name.
Somewhere, a door clicked. Footsteps—measured, unhurried—approached.
Then, he appeared.
A man like no man she'd seen outside of a screen. Tall. Composed. His jaw sculpted in stillness, his suit tailored with quiet power. The kind of man who didn't belong in real life—or in the bed she was currently in.
He held out a coffee cup, as if offering a truce with the universe.
Her breath caught. The world slowed. Time folded into itself. She didn't know if she was still dreaming, or if this was one of those cruel mornings where reality played make-believe.
"You look like you saw a ghost," he said gently.
She blinked. "No… just a fantasy with really good tailoring."
He laughed, and the sound of it made something deep inside her stir—something dangerous, something warm.
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Rayna Kapoor
27, chaotic but charming
PR Manager, fiercely independent
Trust issues the size of New Delhi
Believes in career over romance... until now
Secret softie who doesn't do fairy tales
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Aaryan Malhotra
31, dangerously well-dressed
Silent investor, CEO of a luxury tech firm
Confident, cool, surprisingly funny
Keeps his heart locked tighter than a bank vault
Knows more about Rayna than he lets on…
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Pov :Aaryan
She doesn't remember me.
That night—the one that's haunted me ever since—was a blur for her.
But I remember everything. Her laughter. Her boldness. Her fire.
And I was never supposed to see her again.
Until she walked into my office.
Now, she thinks I'm just a charming stranger who happened to bring her coffee.
But this isn't just chance.
This time, I'm not letting her walk away.