Aanya Mehra – The Heiress CEO
"Steel in stilettos, fire beneath control."

Recently appointed CEO of her late father's empire, struggling to prove she belongs at the top without his shadow.

Young, sharp, emotionally guarded — hides a vulnerable heart behind her calculated poise.

Has a complicated past with Vivaan — a one-night stand in college turned into something far deeper.

Secretly craves the family warmth she never had, while juggling the crushing weight of leadership and expectations.

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🖤 Vivaan Arora – The Dominant Assistant

"Knows when to obey. But born to command."

The most trusted former assistant of Aanya’s father — now serving under her, but with far more power than his title suggests.

Controlled, intelligent, and fiercely loyal — his cold exterior hides burning obsession for Aanya.

Their past one-night stand left him haunted — but now he’s back in her life, determined to protect and possess.

Balances being her subordinate in public… and her dominant assistant  behind closed doors.

Blurb 1 🔥

The boardroom emptied, but the tension between Aanya and Vivaan only intensified.

"You had no right to override my decision in front of them," she snapped, her heels clicking against the marble as she stalked into her cabin.

Vivaan followed, calm as ever. "And you had no right to pitch a project with incomplete data mam . You’re the CEO, Aanya, not a gambler."

Her eyes flared. "You think I don’t know what I’m doing?"

"I think you're scared of failing so you jump first, think later."

"Don’t psychoanalyze me," she hissed, backing against her glass wall.

He moved closer — slow, deliberate. His voice dropped. “I don’t have to. I know you.”

Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded. His hands didn’t touch her — but his presence pinned her in place. One step. Two. And their bodies were flush.

"You want control?” he whispered. “Then take it.”- he said towering her...

But instead of pushing him away, her fingers curled into his shirt.

And she kissed him.

Hard. Desperate. Frustrated.

He groaned against her lips, hands sliding up her waist — only to suddenly stop. Resting his forehead against hers, breath ragged.

“I won’t kiss you like this,” he whispered.

“ I don't want to repeat that night of our college days and that heart break ..Nooo " - he said .. his jaw clenched ..

Then he left .

She looked at his disappearing figure and her heart stirred - a flash of that one night stand hit her...

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Blurb 2 🌶️

Aanya sat curled on the terrace, moonlight brushing against her bare arms. Vivaan placed a shawl over her shoulders, but she barely reacted.

“You’re quiet,” he said softly.

She laughed bitterly. “Not every night needs to end with some emotional reckoning, Vivaan.”

He crouched beside her. “You push everyone away before they get close enough to see you. Why?”

She looked at him, eyes tired. “Because needing someone is a weakness. My mother left. My father is busy with other women - loved his empire more than me. Depending on people gets you abandoned.”

Vivaan didn't flinch. “That’s not need. That’s fear.”

“I don’t need anyone!” she snapped.

Silence stretched between them.

Until her voice cracked. “I just… I see you with your family. Your mom. Your siblings - your grandmother - nephews kids . That noisy kitchen of yours. It drives me insane.” - she said...

Vivaan blinked. “Jealousy?”

She looked away. “No. Longing.”

The word hung in the air like a confession.

“I want that. The chaos. The warmth. A family. But ---  may be i ruin those " - she said...

Vivaan reached out, gently cupping her cheek. “You don’t ruin things, Aanya. You survive them.”

She leaned into his touch, finally letting the ache surface. Her mask slipped.

" I fed up acting like I'm strong vivaan... " - she said and he took her into his warm embrace...

And in that moment, she wasn’t the CEO.

She was just a woman — craving love and terrified of it...

Just a normal woman..who wants to be in her happy - comfortable place...

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Blurb 3 🌶️

Aanya gripped the edge of her mahogany desk, breath trembling - moans evident...

Vivaan stood behind her, voice low, commanding.

“You bark orders all day, but now? You can’t even speak.”

She turned her head slightly, defiant. “You think this proves something?”

He stepped closer, his chest pressed to her back. “It proves I know your body better than your ego ever will.”

His hand slid under her shirt cupping her breasts - fondling them , nails grazing skin. She gasped.

“Vivaan—”

He spun her around, lifting her onto the desk with practiced ease. .

“You think power is denying what you crave,” he murmured, kissing her jaw.

“But real power… is surrender.”- he said with a smirk ...

She moaned as he pulled her legs around his waist. Her skirt bunched. Her buttons are undone.

He made her feel like fire and silk all at once.

She tried to speak — but he caught her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing every protest.

" Shhhh... Spread your legs ... Mam " - he said pressing the last word 'mam' and slapped her jiggling boobies...

"Aahh"- she moaned

He claimed her like a storm — dominant, slow, devastating.

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1) does she push him away even after having many nights of closer ???

2) can he break the glass walls she build around herself

3) or it's just her lust for him ???

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