𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀, 

𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘆.

Kiara stood tall, her feet planted firmly on the ground as she gazed up at the imposing glass and steel building before her. The sleek, modern facade seemed to shimmer in the morning light, the bold, silver letters spelling out "𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙖 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨" in a font that exuded power and sophistication. 

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she clutched her resume tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the entrance. This was it – the moment she had been preparing for weeks. She had researched the company, pored over the job description, and rehearsed her responses to every possible interview question. 

But despite her meticulous preparation, Kiara couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty that had been building up inside her. What if she stumbled over her words? What if she didn't make a good impression?

Taking another deep breath, Kiara squared her shoulders and pushed open the gleaming glass door. She stepped into the lobby, her eyes scanning the modern interior as she made her way to the reception desk. 

The sound of her high heels clicking on the marble floor echoed through the space, and Kiara felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She had always been confident in her abilities, but there was something about this interview that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into the unknown. 

As Kiara approached the reception desk, she was greeted by the warm smile of the polished woman sitting behind it. But beneath the welcoming facade, Kiara sensed a hint of professionalism, a subtle reminder that this woman had witnessed countless applicants come and go, each one vying for a chance to impress. 

Kiara stood tall, her voice steady and confident as she introduced herself. "Good morning," she said, her eyes meeting those of the receptionist. "I'm Kiara, and I'm here for the Personal Assistant position interview with Mr. Birla."

The receptionist's smile never wavered as she nodded, her eyes flicking to the screen in front of her. "Ah, yes, Kiara. Welcome. You're right on time. Please, take a seat, and I'll let Mr. Birla's assistant know you're here."

Kiara sat on the bench, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on her lap as she muttered something under her breath. She had given interviews before, plenty of them, but there was something about this one that had her nerves twisted into knots.

 Maybe it was the sleek, modern building that seemed to loom over her, its glass and steel facade glinting in the morning light like a challenge. Or maybe it was the fact that this was Birla Enterprises, one of the biggest and most respected companies in the industry.

 Whatever it was, Kiara couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. 

Kiara's fingers stilled as she caught herself slipping into negative thoughts. She took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill her lungs, and reminded herself of all the things she had accomplished. 

She was qualified for this job, she was capable, and she was confident. Well, mostly confident, anyway. Kiara smiled wryly to herself as she stood up, smoothing out her skirt and running a hand over her hair. It was time to put on a show.

The receptionist's phone buzzed, and she answered, her voice low and efficient. Kiara watched as she listened for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. I'll send her in." She hung up the phone and turned to Kiara. "Mr. Birla's assistant will see you now. Please, follow me."

As she stood there, Kiara's gaze drifted down to her feet, and she was suddenly aware of the familiar pressure of her high heels. It was a sensation she had grown accustomed to, yet in this moment, her favourite pair felt strangely uncomfortable

The sleek black leather seemed to constrict her feet, and the stiletto heels that normally made her feel confident and poised now felt wobbly and uncertain. Kiara shifted her weight slightly, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only seemed to intensify.

The receptionist handed Kiara a sleek, silver visitor's badge, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. "Please, head up to the 23rd floor," she instructed, her voice crisp and efficient. "Mr. Birla's assistant will meet you there."

Kiara nodded, taking the badge and clipping it to her lapel with a quiet click. She felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins as she turned towards the elevator, the doors sliding open with a soft whoosh. 

She stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the mirrored walls and polished chrome accents. The doors glided shut behind her, enveloping her in a warm, golden light. The elevator began its smooth ascent, the floor numbers ticking by with a steady rhythm. Kiara took a deep breath, her heart beating just a little bit faster as she prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

But just as Kiara was starting to feel a sense of calm, destiny seemed to have other plans. The elevator, which had been gliding smoothly upwards, suddenly jolted to a stop with a loud, jarring thud. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled slightly, her hand grasping for the railing to steady herself.

 She was claustrophobic, and the sudden confinement was making her breath come in short, ragged gasps. Her heart was racing, her mind spinning with visions of being trapped, of never escaping. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she frantically pressed the buttons on the control panel, willing the doors to open.

 But they remained stubbornly shut, trapping her in this tiny, airless space. Kiara's breath was coming in short, panicked gasps now, her vision beginning to blur at the edges. She was going to pass out, she was sure of it.

Kiara's panic boiled over, and she shouted for help, her voice echoing off the cold, metal walls of the elevator. "HELP!" she screamed, her words tumbling out in a frantic, desperate bid for rescue. "SOMEONE, PLEASE! HELP ME!"

 She pounded on the walls of the elevator, her fists making a hollow, ringing sound as she struggled to free herself from the trap. Her breath was coming in ragged, panicked gasps now, her vision blurring at the edges as fear took hold. 

She was trapped, alone and helpless, with no way out. The walls of the elevator seemed to be closing in around her, the air growing thick and heavy. And then, just as suddenly as she had begun, Kiara's cries for help were cut off by the sound of footsteps, echoing down the corridor outside.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" the voice called out. Kiara's eyes locked onto the closed elevator doors, and she heard the voice again, louder this time. "Miss, are you okay?" The words were muffled by the doors, but Kiara could sense the concern behind them.

"PLEASE, GET ME OUT OF HERE! I CAN'T BREATHE!" She felt like she was going to pass out, the air in the elevator seeming to grow thicker and more oppressive by the second. 

The office staff gathered around the elevator, their faces etched with concern as they tried to open the door. They inserted keys, pulled on the doors, and even tried to force them open, but it was no use. The doors refused to budge, stuck fast in their metal frame. 

he staff exchanged worried glances, their voices rising in frustration as they struggled to free Kiara from her prison. "Try the emergency release!" one of them shouted. "It's stuck!" another replied, grunting with effort. Kiara watched in growing desperation as the staff's efforts failed miserably. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. 

A deep, commanding voice cut through the chaos, sending a ripple of deference through the crowd of employees surrounding the elevator. "What's happening here?" the man asked, his tone authoritative and firm. 

The employees parted, revealing a tall, imposing figure with a powerful aura that seemed to fill the entire space. His eyes scanned the scene, taking in the stuck elevator. The employees bowed their heads, their voices dropping to a respectful murmur. 

A young man, likely in his mid-20s, stepped forward to explain, his eyes fixed on the powerful man. "Sir, actually, this lift was not working properly," he began, his voice clear and respectful. "The sign board had fallen down, and... and now a lady is stuck inside." 

He gestured towards the elevator, his expression apologetic. "We've tried to open the doors, but they won't budge. We're not sure what to do." The young man's eyes darted towards Kiara, who was watching the scene unfold with growing desperation. 

"Aditya, get the lady out now!" the man commanded, his deep voice firm and urgent. Aditya nodded hastily and rushed to the elevator, his eyes fixed on the closed doors. The powerful man watched him go, his own eyes narrowing as he felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation coursing through his veins.

He didn't know why, but his heart was racing with anxiety, his mind consumed by a sudden, overwhelming need to rescue the trapped woman. He took a step forward, his eyes fixed intently on the elevator doors, his entire being tense with anticipation. "Get her out, Aditya," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own pounding heart.

Aditya began to work on the elevator doors, his hands moving quickly and efficiently as he tried to pry them open. The powerful man watched, his eyes fixed on the doors, willing them to open and reveal the woman trapped inside.

The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Aditya worked to free Kiara from the elevator. The powerful man's anxiety grew, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He could feel his control slipping, his usual calm and collected demeanor giving way to a growing sense of urgency.

He took another step forward, his eyes fixed intently on the elevator doors. "Aditya, how much longer?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. Aditya didn't look up, his hands moving quickly and precisely as he worked to release the stuck doors. "Almost there, sir," he muttered, his voice tight with concentration.

The slow, muffled sounds that had been coming from inside the elevator stopped too, replaced by an eerie silence. The powerful man's eyes were fixed intently on the elevator doors, his gaze burning with a desire to see inside. Aditya finally managed to pry the doors open, and the powerful man's eyes locked onto the dark, empty space within. For a moment, he couldn't see anything,

Just as the CEO was about to glimpse the woman's face, a voice broke the silence. "Boss, there's an urgent call for you," the voice said. The CEO's gaze lingered on the woman for a fleeting moment before he turned to face the speaker.

 "Who is it?" he demanded, his deep voice firm and commanding. The employee's voice trembled slightly as he replied, "Sir, it's your father. He wants to discuss a matter concerning the company." 

The CEO's expression remained impassive, but a hint of tension flickered in his eyes. With a curt nod, he turned and strode away, leaving the woman's unconscious form behind, shrouded in mystery.

The CEO's expression changed in an instant. His eyes, which had been filled with concern for Kiara, suddenly turned cold and distant. He nodded curtly, his voice firm. "I'll take it." He turned and walked away, leaving Kiara's unconscious form in the care of the other employees. As he disappeared into his office, the employee who had summoned him couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

 There was something about the CEO's reaction that didn't seem quite right. He seemed... hesitant, almost afraid. But that was impossible. The CEO was feared and respected throughout the company. 

He didn't seem like the type to be intimidated by anyone, not even his own father. The employee pushed the thought aside and returned to Kiara's side, helping to make her comfortable until the CEO returned. But as the minutes ticked by, Kiara remained unconscious, and the CEO did not reappear.

Sofia gently splashed some water on Kiara's face, trying to rouse her from her unconscious state. Kiara's eyes fluttered open, and she groggily looked up at Sofia. "W-what... happened?" Kiara stammered, her voice weak and confused. Sofia's face etched with concern, she helped Kiara sit up. "You fainted," Sofia explained.

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Kiara gently knocked on the CEO's door, her heart racing even faster after all the fascinations and frights she had experienced. She was also frightened to give her interview, but she steeled herself and waited for permission to enter.

The CEO's deep voice called out, "Come in," and Kiara's heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Kiara's eyes scanned the space, and she noticed the CEO sitting in his chair, his back facing her. 

The silence was oppressive, and Kiara's skin prickled with unease. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should speak or wait for him to acknowledge her. The CEO's stillness was unnerving, and Kiara's heart pounded in her chest like a drum. 

She felt like she was walking into a lion's den, and the CEO was the predator waiting to pounce. Slowly, she closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell.

"Have a seat, Miss," he said, his deep voice firm but polite. Kiara complied, her eyes fixed on the back of his chair as she sat down. The anticipation was killing her. Finally, the chair swiveled around, and Kiara's eyes locked onto the CEO's face.

 Her jaw dropped, and she leapt from her seat, her voice echoing through the room. "You?" she shouted, her eyes wide with shock and incredulity. The CEO's expression mirrored hers, his eyes frozen in a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Kiara's mind reeled as she struggled to process the impossible.

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LO BHYI PEHLE CHAPTER MEIN HI HO GYA SIYAPAAA

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐚 the enigmatic CEO of 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙖 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, was a man of few words. His stoic demeanor and rare smiles only added to his mystique. Behind the scenes, however, Abhir's life was complicated. His relationship with his father had been strained since his mother's passing, and the two had been estranged for years. The tension between them was palpable, and Abhir had long since learned to keep his emotions locked away. But despite his tough exterior, whispers of a deeper pain lingered, waiting to be uncovered.

𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐫 a bright and ambitious young woman, had been searching for a job that would give her a fresh start. Her eyes locked onto the sleek glass façade of Birla Enterprises, and she felt an inexplicable pull. Little did she know, this chance encounter would set her on a collision course with her destiny. Behind Kiara's radiant smile and sparkling eyes, scars of a painful past lingered. Her relationship with her step-parents was strained, to say the least, and the wounds of their rejection still throbbed deep within her heart. Kiara had mastered the art of hiding her true emotions, concealing the anguish beneath a mask of confidence and poise. But the scars remained, a constant reminder of the love and acceptance she had been denied.

When Kiara's high school crush, Abhir, rejected her heartfelt proposal, she thought she'd never see him again. But fate has a way of twisting destinies. Years later, Abhir reappears with a shocking proposition: marry him for three months in exchange for a hefty sum. But there's a catch - his father's will stipulates that he must be married to claim his inheritance. As Kiara navigates this intricate web of secrets and lies, she begins to unravel the mysteries of Abhir's past. But will their temporary arrangement ignite a passion that threatens to consume them, or will the truth tear them apart?