In the cold Delhi winter night with an eerie silence, a soft melody playing from a piano echoed through the deserted halls of a luxury villa. A man sat at the piano, his eyes closed and his fingers sliding over the keyboard effortlessly. He moved his head to the tune that he played and doesn't stop when he felt soft fingers glide over his bare shoulders. Then delicate arms wound around his neck and he inhaled feeling warm breath against his ear.

'What are you doing here, Haider?' A woman's soft voice sensually whispered into his ears. Haider smiled with his eyes closed.

'I am de-stressing myself, Riya.' He replied in a low tone. Riya let out a small chuckle and brushed her lips against his ear lobe.

'Wasn't our intimate time together not de-stressing enough?' She sighed. Haider scoffed in response and held her wrist. He pulled her to the front and opened his eyes. Their gaze met and they exchanged smiles.

Riya held the blueish-white duvet against her body tightly with one hand while she tugged on his hand with the other and urged him to stand up.

'Come.' She leaned and ran her long fingernail along his cheek, - 'Let me de-stress you some more.' She planted a kiss on his lips, and he smiled in response. Riya took a step back as he stood up. They continued to share a passionate eye-lock as he held her waist and pulled her closer. She gasped and then giggled.

'We just got into a relationship, Riya. You sure about being this close to me?' Haider enquired; his tone changed. Riya smiled, blinking softly at him.

'You are mysterious and hot. I am a little apprehensive but,' – she paused to kiss him again, - 'I am sure I can tame you.' She replied with confidence.

Haider moved his head back letting out a burst of cold laughter, - 'You aren't the first person who is telling me this.' – he leaned and held the back of her head, he brought his face closer to her ear- 'Also, you won't be the last.' He hissed and moved back. Riya smiled whilst shaking her head.

'I am not a weakling to run away so easily.' She confessed.

Haider caressed her back over the satin duvet and replied, - 'Every woman who I have been with say the same as you. Like others before you, they noticed that I am mysterious, hot and of course,' – he paused to peck her cheek and earned a smile, - 'rich but baby, I am more than that.' He winked at her.

Riya shifted and held his face with her hand, - 'Trust me, Haider Minhas I want to know more.'

Haider raised his eyebrow and smirked, - 'You are sure?' Riya nodded, then in response, he grabbed her and began to kiss her. She cupped his face with her hands as she reciprocated to the kiss, not bothering about the duvet that fell down piling at their feet.

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Haider walked with his bodyguards just behind him and his assistant, a meek-looking middle-aged and balding man Mr. Banerjee struggled to catch up with him. Haider walked briskly, passing by many employees and ignoring their greetings. But he kept his ears to Banerjee as he read out his schedule for the day.

As Banerjee spoke, he was interrupted by his boss's strict voice, - 'Get me black tea, now.' Haider ordered without sparing a glance and dashed into his cabin. Banerjee stopped in his tracks and answered with his voice slightly raised,

- 'Yes, sir.'

Upon entering his cabin, Haider noticed the blinds were up. Quickly, he pulled it down and cringed upon seeing one of the blinds had tilted. He pressed his lips tightly and closed his eyes. Then, he turned around and walked towards his desk. He checked up on all the stationaries that were aligned neatly, the notepads neatly stacked with a clear paperweight resting over it. His laptop was placed next to it and the newspaper placed over it. Haider pulled his chair and sat down whilst unfolding the paper. The entertainment section drops from between the main paper.

Haider picked it up and his gaze fell on the extra-large and bold headline- Riya Saxena confirms relationship with the famous singer, Rithvik Jacob. Haider scoffed and placed the paper on the table, neatly. It has been just a few days since they ended their one-month long relationship. Riya had claimed a lot when they started but it took a mere one month for her to break. As Haider was in his deep thoughts there was a knock at the glass door of his cabin. He straightened in his seat and looked up. Banerjee stood on the other side followed by a peon with a tray. He nodded and gestured with his fingers.

'Banerjee get those blinds changed.' He pointed towards the large window to the right of the glass cabin. Banerjee nodded placing the cup on the desk.

'And,' – Haider cleared his throat and tossed the entertainment paper towards his secretary, - 'next time remove this gossip from my newspaper.' He said and moved his attention to his laptop. Banerjee stood there awaiting any other order from his boss.

'Banerjee,' – Haider took a sip of his tea and spoke with his eyes glued to the screen, - 'today new interns are to come, right.' He looked at him.

Banerjee nodded, - 'Yes, sir. In fact, they should be here.' – he turned back to glance at the wall clock, - 'their reporting time is around 10.' He informed.

'Okay. Email me their profiles.' Haider ordered and dismissed him. He nodded, grabbed the newspaper and walked out of the cabin.

Around 9:45, Haider finished preparing the final draft of his design and just then he was reminded by Banerjee that the car was ready for their travel for the meeting. Haider nodded and asked him to pack the design and his instruments. As his assistant packed his stuff and prepared his briefcase, Haider left the cabin.

He walked, busy on his phone with his guards closely following him. Suddenly, he felt someone fall at his feet and he stopped in his tracks. Taken back he almost dropped his phone but managed to hold on to it and maintain his calm. He looked down at a woman crumbled at his feet. Few papers scattered around her and her handbag lying lifelessly with make-up, tissues, sunglasses spilling out of it. The woman had her face veiled with her lustrous hair, straight chestnut brown hair. She wore a light grey pantsuit.

'Are you—' He stopped speaking as the woman's head shot up and their gaze met. Haider was taken back as her kohl laced grey eyes looked at him, into his eyes.

'I am sorry, sir.' She pushed strands of hair from her face and quickly began to stuff her belongings into her purse. Haider kept looking at her without blinking. She finished arranging her papers and stood up.

'I tripped. I am just—nervous.' She confessed whilst patting off the dirt from her knees and swiftly ironing her blazer. She adjusted the straps of her black vest from inside her coat and combed her hair with her fingers. Before she could say anything more, Haider simply walked past her. The woman watched him and slapped her forehead.

Even though, he walked away from her. Her piercing gaze and loving eyes kept lingering in his mind. It was unlike him to think about someone who he had just seen at one glance. Haider restlessly shifted in his car seat, suddenly he lost interest in the meeting. He wore his sunglasses and rested his head against the car seat, trying to clear his mind. He tried to focus on the meeting, recollecting what he was supposed to talk about. Then out of nowhere, he realized that perhaps that woman was the new intern; as he hasn't seen her before. Haider shifted in his seat and asked the driver to take a U-turn. Again, it was unlike him as he called Mr. Hedge and re-scheduled the meeting a few hours later.

Okay, so Haider is a goner *winks* Good luck, Mr. Minhas 

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