S&I Deshmukh Company , it is Mumbai's one of the top 10 company. Idhayan, at the tender age of 25, embarked on a journey that would shape his destiny.

Armed with determination and a vision, he founded the company, pouring his heart and soul into its creation. The early days were a blur of sleepless nights, endless meetings, and relentless pursuit of excellence.

Within just two years, the company blossomed into a success story-a testament to Idhayan's unwavering commitment.

His leadership inspired the team, and they rallied around his vision. The office buzzed with energy, fueled by the promise of something great.

But Idhayan wasn't content with mere success. He hungered for more-a hunger that drove him forward.

And so, after two more years, fate intervened. PA Shreeja Gupta, a brilliant mind in her own right, joined with Idhayan.

Together, they forged an alliance-a partnership that defied convention. PA Shreeja brought her expertise, her fire, and her unwavering belief in the company's potential.

Idhayan, with his stormy grey eyes and sculpted physique, stood by her side. As he's now Most handsome bachelor CEO and BILLIONAIRE.

And so, within the span of a few years, the company transformed. It wasn't just about profits and market share; it was about legacy. Idhayan and PA Shreeja etched their names into the annals of success, leaving an indelible mark.

Idhayan stepped out of his Mercedes-Benz G-Class black sleek car, the polished leather of his shoes tapping against the pavement. His suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his 6'2" frame, accentuating his commanding presence.

The morning sun painted a golden halo around him, casting shadows that danced across the marble floor of the company's entrance.

His stormy grey eyes held a depth that defied easy description. They were windows to a soul that had weathered storms, harboring warmth, secrets, and unwavering strength.

When he looked at you, it felt as though he saw straight through to your core-an unsettling yet exhilarating experience.

The sharp angles of his jawline framed a straight bridge nose, giving him an air of authority.
His meticulously maintained beard added rugged charm, hinting at a man who paid attention to details.
And then there were his unruly waves of chestnut-brown hair-rebellious strands that brushed against his forehead, as if refusing to be tamed by convention.

But it was his physique that truly left an impression. Beneath the fabric of his suit, muscles rippled-a testament to discipline and dedication.
His biceps strained against the fabric, sculpted through rigorous workouts and a commitment to fitness. When he moved, it was with purpose-a fluid grace that spoke of power restrained.

Idhayan was a man of few words. His silence held weight, and when he did speak, it was deliberate, each syllable chosen with care. His smile-a rare occurrence-could make hearts skip a beat.
It was a secret weapon, a lethal combination of charm and mystery. Women whispered about it in hushed tones, wondering what it would be like to be the recipient of that elusive smile.

As he walked past employees, they greeted him with a respectful "Good morning, sir".
Some stole glances, their eyes lingering on the man who embodied success and allure. Idhayan's presence was magnetic, drawing people in like moths to a flame.

And so, within the walls of the company, the legend of Idhayan grew. He was more than a CEO; he was a captivating puzzle waiting to be solved.
His footsteps echoed down the corridor, leaving behind a trail of curiosity and admiration.

I stepped out of my car, the morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement. The imposing glass facade of the company headquarters loomed before me.

As I entered, the lobby buzzed with activity-employees rushing to their desks, exchanging hurried greetings. I acknowledged their presence with a curt nod, my mind already focused on the upcoming meeting.

(Author : Hoshiyar Humare Sabke Priya, Akarshak 'Raja Idhayan' Pradhar Rahe Hai....)(Our beloved and charming king 'Idhayan' is arriving.....)

The elevator whisked me to the top floor, and I checked my wristwatch. Two minutes until the scheduled conference.

I strode down the plush carpeted hallway, my polished shoes making no sound. The meeting room door I swung open, and there she stood, My personal assistant, Ms. Gupta, with her smile unwavering.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted me, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

(Author : Hm hm dil ko sukoon mila hai na?)(your heart have found peace, right?)

"Good morning, Ms. Gupta," I replied, my tone business like.
I swept into the room, the conference table surrounded by executives and managers.
I took my place at the head of the table, Ms. Gupta settling in beside my left side as always.

"Everyone, review the documents," I instructed, my gaze sweeping over the assembled team.
They bent over their papers, absorbed in their own worlds.

But then my attention was drawn to the corner of the room, where my two mischievous niece and nephew sat. One played games on a tablet, the other meticulously painting her nails.

I sighed inwardly. Their presence was a distraction, but they were family. Ms. Gupta seemed about to reprimand them, but I raised a hand to stop her. I wanted to see how long this would continue.

But One of my managers couldn't bear it any longer. He leaned over, engaging the kids in playful banter.
To my surprise, my niece responded with wit and sass. Perhaps she had a point-after all, she held a certain power in the company hierarchy.

I was listening them but suddenly my gaze shifted from twins to Ms. Gupta.

She sat there, silently with a serious face with her hands on her mouth with tight lipped.
I know her very well it's not her real reaction, she's trying valiantly to suppress her laughter and why not my niece was her best friend, and the situation amused her to no end, appreciating the camaraderie between the two. I chuckle in my mind looking at her.

Chit Chat..

(Author : Haan haan maje lo kon nehi lega iske maje, bolo to popcorn mangwa doon boliye jahapana)
(yes yes enjoy, who doesn't enjoy this scene, tell me I can order popcorn for you, Your Majesty)

(Idhayan : Uski jaroorat nehi hain , aap aapna kaam kijiye hum thik hai)
(I don't need it, you do your work, we are fine )

(Author : Haan agar koi aur mangta to fir.....)(yes if someone else had asked for it....)

(Author : He gave me side eye and I was nowhere to found.....)

END......

Then, I gestured to a guard, who discreetly confiscated the phone from my nephew's hand. Then, with authority, I declared, "Enough now". With a stern voice.

But my niece are impatience was palpable. Her eyes darted toward the clock, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the polished conference table.

"Better finish the meeting soon," she quipped, her tone laced with annoyance. "I have to go attend a party."

I suppressed a mental sigh. Family dynamics in the workplace-always a delicate balance. I spoke. "Let's begin" Calm yet firm voice.

As the meeting dragged on for forty long minutes, I maintained my stern CEO façade, and Finally, when the last slide was dissected and decisions made, I declared, "Everyone, go now."

All filed out, leaving the room in a hushed buzz of activity.
But I halted "Wait, Akansha," I said, my voice softer now. As she stood there, curiosity etching her features., "What happened again?" she retorted.

Chit Chat......

(Author : Hawww itne handsome uncle se tum esse baat kyase kar sakti ho, dekho wo tumhe kitne pyaar se bol raha hai)( how can you talk to such a handsome uncle like this and see how lovingly he is talking too you)

(Akansha : To kya karu godi mein byath jau kya huhh, itna handsome kar rahi ho to fir jaona, tum jao kud paro unke upar)(so what should I do, should I sit on his lap, you are acting he's handsome right, so you go and jump on him)

(Author : Haww such a ungrateful brat you are)

(Akansha : Thanks for your compliment, tell me something I've never heard)

(Idhayan : Aap dono ka ho gaya to mein kuch bolu...)(If you two are done then should I tell something)

End........

I approached her, the weight of my coat heavy in my hands. "From now on," I said, my voice low and controlled, "you will not come to the office dressed like this. You've grown up; it's time to understand the professional environment."

"Why the hell do you care?" she retorted. I smiled, a rare warmth in my expression. "Because," I said, "even CEOs can play the role of protective uncles sometimes."

Akansha's cheeks flushed with anger. She snatched the coat from my hands and fastened it around her waist, clenching it tightly. "And who are you to dictate my wardrobe choices?" she shot back. "I'm going to the party ."

My expression remained unchanged. "Hmm," I said calmly. "After dealing with the client, you can go. He's waiting."

Akansha stomped out of the office, her heels echoing down the hallway. I watched her go.
The room fell silent, and I resumed my role as the stern CEO.
But deep down, I relished these moments-the blend of family and business, the unexpected humor.
It reminded me that even in the corporate world, humanity had its place. And sometimes, a little chaos was worth it.

Then I turned to my secretary, Ms. Gupta, who had witnessed the entire exchange. She let out a tried sigh , I settled into my plush leather chair, the room's silence a welcome change from the bustling meeting.
Ms. Gupta, ever efficient, followed me into the cabin. She stood by the door, her demeanor respectful yet approachable.

"Tell me what else is today," I requested, my gaze fixed on the cityscape beyond the window.

The skyline held promises and challenges-much like the corporate world navigated daily.

Ms. Gupta's voice was crisp. "Sir, today we have to visit some sites for your next project."

I nodded, mentally reviewing the details. Site visits-an essential part of ensuring everything aligned with my vision. "When?" I inquired, already calculating the logistics.

"After thirty minutes," she replied.

"You can rest until then. I'll return with your black coffee, no sugar." Her smile was genuine, a rare warmth in their professional interactions.

"Very well," I said, leaning back. I watched as she exited, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor.

The weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders once more, but I allowed myself a moment of quiet anticipation. Site visits meant tangible progress-the blueprint coming alive, steel and concrete replacing ink on paper.

And as I closed my eyes, awaiting the caffeine infusion, I wondered if perhaps the chaos of family and business could coexist harmoniously. After all, even CEOs needed moments of respite.

Shreeja glided into Idhayan's office, her steps graceful and purposeful. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, and she held the steaming cup out to him. "Sir, take your coffee and get shiny," she said, her smile radiant.

He thought in his mind, She didn't have that beautiful and jolly smile on her face a month ago because of that incident, Instead there was a subtle professional smile.

It was a rare moment of warmth for him , "Ye hasi aapke chahere par dekhne ke liye to hum kuch bhi kar sakte hai" (I can do anything to see those smile on your face).

Idhayan accepted the cup, his fingers tracing the rim as he watched her.

Shreeja was more than a His secretary-she was a confidante, a silent observer of his corporate life. He took a sip, the rich bitterness awakening his senses.
"Get ready," he instructed. "Take whatever we need for work. We'll go out when it's time."

"Okay, sir," Shreeja replied, her eyes dancing with suppressed laughter.

She exited, leaving him alone with his thoughts. "Aapko agar ek madat karke ye hasi dekhne ko milta hai to fir pura jivan hi sahi , aapki hasi dekhne ko to milega , aur kuch nehi chahiye humhe , hum aapka saya bankar hi gujar lenge" (If one help can make see your those beautiful smile, then I will do this for lifetime, so I can see your smile, I don't want anything else, I will live my life being your shadow).
The memory of her stifling giggles during the meeting tugged at the corners of his lips. Perhaps business meetings needed more levity.

(Author : Hey bhagwan, ye kya bol rahe ho aap, yese keise chalega puri zindagi , kuch to hum logo ke bare mein bhi sochiye)(oh god, what are you saying, how will the whole life go on like this, please think about us too)

(Idhayan : Aap kuch jyada nehi bol rahi hai aaj, aap abhi bachchi hai jaiye aapko dance pasand hai wo kijiye)(aren't you saying too much today, you are still a child, go and do your dancing)

A knock interrupted his musings. "Come in," he called, and Shreeja reappeared. "Sir, let's go. I'm ready."

Idhayan nodded, following her out. She led him to his car. Shreeja would drive; he'd be the passenger reviewing the notes on his tablet.

After inspecting the first location, Idhayan looked up from his tablet and glanced at Shreeja. "Let's take a short break," he said, his tone gentle . "Pull over at the next store."

Shreeja nodded and soon found a small convenience store. She parked the car smoothly and turned to look at him, a bit surprised. "Do you need anything specific, sir?" she asked.

Idhayan smiled and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Just wait here for a moment," he said. "I'll be right back."

Before Shreeja could protest, he was already out of the car, walking toward the store with a determined stride.
She watched through the windshield, still slightly bewildered by his actions.
It wasn't common for CEOs to run errands, especially when they had assistants to do that for them.

A few minutes later, Idhayan returned with a bag in each hand, filled with an assortment of snacks and cold drinks. He handed a bottle of water and a packet of chips to Shreeja before settling back into the passenger seat.

Shreeja looked at the snacks in her lap, then back at Idhayan. "Why did you do that, sir? I could have gone and bought these."

Idhayan opened his own bottle of water and took a sip before answering. "We can share the work, right?" he said, his voice kind and reassuring. "You're driving the car, so I can do this. Don't worry about it."

Shreeja felt a warm sense of appreciation and respect for her boss. His words were simple, yet they carried a profound sense of equality and teamwork.
She smiled back at him, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "Thank you, sir," she said softly, nodding.

With that, they continued their journey, the car filled with a newfound camaraderie and mutual respect, making the rest of their project visits feel less like work and more like a shared adventure.
As they navigated the city streets, conversation flowed. They discussed the upcoming site visits, the intricacies of architecture, and the pulse of the city.

Three or four sites awaited them, extending their brunch into the afternoon. The sun hung high, casting dappled shadows through the car window.
They had spent the entire day visiting various project sites, and though the day had been long, their spirits were high.

After inspecting the third location Idhayan leaned back, enjoying the rhythm of the journey. As he glanced at Shreeja.

"It's time for lunch," he declared. "Do one thing-book a restaurant. Lunch will be our meeting."

But Shreeja's response surprised him. "It's, already done," she said, her eyes twinkling. "We're going there now."

Idhayan raised an eyebrow. "Great," he murmured. Shreeja's cheeky smile mirrored his own. Idhayan's smile lingered as he observed Shreeja's expression. "Cute, as always," he mused silently.

Their day had been a blend of business and camaraderie-the VIP room of the restaurant hosting discussions with their partners, the clinking of cutlery during lunch, and the site visits where architecture met reality.

But time had slipped away, unnoticed. The sun had surrendered to the night, casting a soft glow over the city.

Idhayan leaned toward Shreeja, his voice low. "We should have dinner," he suggested. "And afterward, I'll drop you home. Is that okay?"

Shreeja's eyes sparkled, and she nodded. The boundaries between work and personal life blurred, and Idhayan realized that sometimes, the best partnerships were forged beyond boardrooms and blueprints.
As they stepped out into the evening, he wondered if this unexpected connection was more valuable than any corporate deal.

As the evening unfolded, Idhayan and Shreeja found themselves outside the restaurant, the night air cool against their skin.
Idhayan, ever the gentleman, stepped ahead and opened the car door for Shreeja. She hesitated, her polite refusal on her lips, but he insisted.
His hand hovered protectively over the doorframe, ensuring she wouldn't bump her head as she settled into the passenger seat.

Once Shreeja was safely inside, Idhayan closed the door and took his place in the driver's seat. "You drive in the morning," he declared, his voice firm yet considerate. "I can handle the night shift."

Shreeja's smile was a fleeting thing, but it warmed the car's interior. They drove through the city, its lights painting streaks across the windshield. Conversation flowed-about work, life, and the moments that blurred the lines between them. Idhayan found himself appreciating Shreeja's company beyond the professional realm.

When they reached her home, Shreeja stepped out. "Thank you, sir," she said, her gratitude genuine.

"Good night, Ms. Gupta," Idhayan replied, his tone softer now. As she disappeared into her house, he drove away, the memory of their shared day lingering.

Perhaps, in the quiet of the night, he realized that sometimes, the best journeys were the ones taken with unexpected companions.

Idhayan's mansion stood as a testament to opulence-a grandeur that would leave anyone in awe.
The imposing gates guarded by vigilant sentinels, the imposing dogs patrolling the perimeter-each element spoke of wealth and power.
As the car halted, a guard stepped forward, he bow down and greet him. The door swung open, granting Idhayan passage into the sprawling estate.

The night enveloped the living room, casting shadows across plush furniture and ornate decor. Perhaps no one else was awake at this late hour.
Idhayan, undeterred, ascended the elevator to the third floor-the sanctuary of his solitude, revealing a corridor adorned with intricate artwork and soft lighting. The door to his room beckoned, and he stepped inside.

The vision that greeted him was ethereal: white and gold blending in harmonious elegance. A king-size bed dominated the space, its sheets pristine.
Above, the ceiling bore intricate mirror work, reflecting the room's splendor. An expensive painting adorned the wall, capturing a moment frozen in time.

But it was the side door that held his attention. Beyond lay a vast swimming pool, its waters shimmering under the moon's gentle glow.
Idhayan shed his suit, revealing a physique honed by discipline and determination. His muscles rippled-the definition of strength and grace.
Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, legs that propelled him through life-all leading to a narrow waist, the classic V shape of an athlete and a little lower..........

(Author : cough cough cough what the hell you all thought huuhhh shameless!!!)

As he dived into the pool, the water embraced him, cradling his exhaustion. The night whispered secrets, and Idhayan swam-each stroke a release, each breath a renewal.
The mansion held its own stories, its walls echoing with success, solitude, and perhaps a touch of longing.

And so, in the quiet hours, Idhayan swam-a solitary figure in a world of luxury.

In the quiet sanctuary of his room, bathrobe-clad and fresh from the pool, Idhayan moved with purpose.
The wardrobe beckoned-a treasure trove of attire fit for a man of his stature. He emerged in light trousers and a soft T-shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin as he wiped his damp hair with a towel.

The room held a gentle glow-the phone's light flickering like a distant star. Shreeja's name flashed, and concern knitted Idhayan's brow. Why would she call so late? Had something gone awry?

But before he could dial her number, her message appeared: "Sorry, sir, for calling at night. There was a little problem, but don't worry-it's fixed now. Your work is done. I've sent you the document. See if all is okay."

Idhayan chuckled, relief washing over him. Shreeja-efficient, dedicated, and always a step ahead. He opened the document, scanning its contents. "It's great," he replied. "Now go to sleep. Good night."

Her swift response followed "Okay, then. Good night. Have sweet dreams." He imagined her-typing away, perhaps tucked under her own covers, her dedication unwavering.

Idhayan stepped onto the balcony, the glass door sliding open. The night sky stretched above-a canvas of stars and secrets. Shreeja, once clumsy in her new role, had blossomed into an indispensable asset. Their synergy was seamless, their unspoken understanding a bridge between tasks and camaraderie.

He settled on the oversized sofa-cum-bed, A Diary in his hand in which he has been writing all his emotions for so many years, The diary held secrets, confessions, and dreams-each page a silent witness to a love that transcended time and space. And as the night deepened, Idhayan continued to write, and add a Shayari on it,

"चाँद की रौशनी से भी ज्यादा तेरी यादें चमकती हैं,

तू जैसी है, वैसी तेरी आँखों की बातें बोलती हैं।

जब भी तू मेरे ख्यालों में आती है,

दिल मेरा धड़कने से भी तेरी तलाश में बेकरार हो जाता है।"

(Your memories shine brighter than the moon's radiance,

Your eyes speak more eloquently than any light.

Whenever you cross my thoughts,

My heart races, restless in search of you.)

After writing he kept the diary aside, then lay there as his one hand cradling his head. The phone's gallery revealed her photo-Shreeja, his only love.
The curve of her smile, the glint in her eyes-it held a promise of more than professional rapport.

And so, in the quiet hours, Idhayan drifted-a man of power, softened by the constellations and the memory of her face.
Perhaps, in dreams, they'd find a shared universe-a place where work and affection coexisted, where the night whispered secrets only they understood.

FIRST UNKNOWN PERSON'S POV :

On Call:

Unknown person : What are they doing now?

Someone : Sir, they are going to that place.

Unknown person : Ok, good ,keep an eye on them.

Someone : Yes, Sir.
       
                                                    -3859 words
Published on - 09.06.2024
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