...INAAYA SAWANT...

...I may not hit the right notes, but darling, I always hit the right vibe!...

...ISHAAN TANEJA...

...Emotions have their place, but they don't get to run the show...

...ISHAAN x INAAYA...

...An unexpected harmony of Chaos and Calmness....

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...TROPES...

...Grumpy x Sunshine...

...Chaos x Calmness...

...Troublemaker x Rescuer...

...Student x Mentor...

...Workplace Romance...

...Bada beta x Bich ki Beti...

...Friends to lovers...

...Slow burn...

...Opposites attract...

...Secret Admiration...

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...BLURB...

She's a dreamer with stars in her eyes. He's a realist who thrives in logic and reason.

Inaaya Sawant is a bundle of joy, walking into the world of pharmaceuticals with big dreams and an even bigger voice. She's absolutely sure she's a fantastic singer, though no one else seems to agree. But that doesn't faze her-because nothing can dull her sparkle.

Ishaan Taneja is her senior at the company-helpful, easy to approach, and respected by everyone. He's the kind of person who can blend in with ease but never lets go of his strict professional boundaries. When Inaaya stumbles into his department, singing her way through lab days, Ishaan finds himself both amused and exasperated.

As they navigate the highs and lows of the corporate world, will their chemistry remain strictly professional, or will the rhythm of Inaaya's chaos make its way into Ishaan's well-tuned life?

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... AUTHOR'S NOTE...

• This is an Indian story. So all the characters will be indian. Even some dialogues will be in hindi or regional language.

•This is my first time writing a novel. Correct me if there are any typos.

• This story is also available on WATTPAD and SCROLLSTACK.

The paid readers of scroll stack will be receiving fast as well as early updates.

Next, the story will be available on Mangatoon ,i.e., here.

And Lastly on Wattpad.

There won't me much time duration b/w the updates on Mangatoon and Scrollstack. It will be like if I am uploading a chapter on Mangatoon today then the chapter will be updated by tomorrow on Wattpad. Just 12-24 hrs of diffrence will be there.

•You might not like some characters in the starting but trust the process.

•Also if anyone is from Pharmacy Field, Please don't get offended about certain scenes because I am not from Pharmacy Field and I am trying to research about it and understanding it as much as I can from surface.

•Lastly, Please support me as much as you can. Tell your friends to read if you like my story.

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...FIRST DAY...

Pehli nazar mein👁️👁️

Kaisa jaadu kar diya🔮🪄

Tera ban baitha hai🧎🏻‍♀️

Mera jiya🫀

Jaane kya hoga💁🏻‍♀️

Kya hoga kya pata🤷🏻‍♀️

Is pal ko milke🌷

Aa jee le zara😌✨

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It was warm day, the kind that usually put her in a good mood—except today, nerves were winning. The sun streamed through the window of her tiny apartment as she stood in front of the mirror, struggling to tame her  into a neat bun. “Come on, stay,” she muttered, but the stubborn strands refused to cooperate.

She glanced at the clock, her eyes widening. "Oh no, I’m going to be late on my first day!” In a flurry of motion, she grabbed her lab coat from the back of the chair, knocking over a cup of coffee in the process. The warm liquid splattered across the table and onto her freshly ironed blouse. “Really? Now?” she groaned, grabbing a towel to blot the mess, but it was too late—the stain had already set.

Not exactly the start she’d imagined for her first day as an intern at one of the top pharmaceutical companies. Pulling off the stained blouse, she rifled through her closet, settling for a slightly wrinkled shirt that wasn’t quite what she had in mind. As she struggled to button it up, she reminded herself that this was a dream opportunity—nothing could ruin that. Not even spilled coffee.

She grabbed her bag, her files nearly slipping from her arms as she dashed for the door. Pausing at the threshold, she took a deep breath and muttered, “You’ve got this,” before locking the door and rushing out into the bright, warm day.

The elevator in her apartment building seemed to move slower than usual, each floor ticking by as her heart raced. By the time it reached the ground floor, she was already fumbling with her phone to check the directions one more time, despite having memorized them the night before.

Outside, the city buzzed with morning energy—cars honking, people rushing by, and the faint smell of fresh coffee from the nearby café tempting her. But there was no time for that now. She hurried toward the bus stop, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, when the strap gave way, sending her notes and papers spilling out onto the sidewalk.

“Perfect,” she muttered, dropping to her knees to gather the scattered sheets. A few passerby glanced her way, but no one stopped to help. By the time she managed to stuff everything back into her bag, the bus she was supposed to catch was pulling away from the curb.

“Great. Just great.” She stood there for a moment, watching it disappear down the street, before hailing a cab with a wave. Her first day, and she couldn’t even catch the bus on time. With a sigh, she climbed into the taxi and rattled off the address of the pharmaceutical company.

As the cab weaved through traffic, her thoughts raced faster than the cars outside. Today was the day. The day she’d dreamed of through all the long nights of studying, late shifts at the lab, and sleepless exam weeks. Her first internship at a major pharmaceutical company, working alongside some of the brightest minds in the field.

No amount of spilled coffee or missed buses could overshadow that.

The cab pulled up in front of the towering glass building, and she stared up at it, her stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves. She paid the driver, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The building loomed ahead, sleek and intimidating, a symbol of the success.

'CELESTIA PHARMACEUTICALS', it was her dream to work in these company which is one of the highest ranked pharmaceutical company of India. She aimed for it, worked hard for it and now the results were blooming in front of her eyes. She achieved it.

As she walked through the revolving doors, the cool air-conditioning hit her immediately, contrasting with the warmth outside. The lobby was bustling with people, all in sharp suits or pristine lab coats, moving with a sense of purpose. She clutched her bag a little tighter, glancing around until she spotted the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m... um... I’m here for my first day. I’m the new intern,” she stammered, forcing a smile despite the whirlwind of anxiety swirling inside her.

The receptionist glanced up briefly, then back at the screen. “Name?”

“Oh, right. I’m—”

Before she could finish, the receptionist’s phone rang, drawing her attention away. She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, glancing around the lobby, hoping she wasn’t already making a bad impression.

After what felt like an eternity, the receptionist finally returned her gaze. “You’ll need to report to the third floor. Take the elevator to the left, and someone from the research team will meet you there.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, feeling a little more flustered than when she first walked in. Gripping her bag tightly, she made her way to the elevator, relieved that no one else seemed to be paying much attention to her.

The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the third floor. As the elevator began its smooth ascent, she took a deep breath, straightening her posture and trying to calm her nerves. ”This is it. You’ve worked for this. Just breathe.”

When the doors opened, the third-floor hallway stretched ahead of her, sterile and gleaming under the bright fluorescent lights. She stepped out, scanning the area for someone who might be expecting her. Before she could look for a sign or a nameplate, she heard the quick footsteps of someone approaching.

A tall figure emerged from one of the side rooms, holding a tablet and talking to another employee. He was clearly deep in conversation, not noticing her standing there awkwardly in the middle of the hall. She shifted to the side to make room as they passed by, but just as they were about to walk by, his colleague gestured in her direction.

“Looks like the new intern has arrived,” the colleague said, nodding toward her.

The tall man turned his head, his wood brown eyes scanning her for a brief moment. He gave a small, acknowledging nod and muttered a quick farewell to his coworker before turning his attention fully toward her.

“You must be the new intern. I’m Ishaan Taneja, one of the senior researchers here,” he said, his tone efficient but not unkind.

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart skip a beat as she nodded too quickly. “Yes! That’s me—uh, Inaaya. Inaaya Sawant.” She nearly dropped her bag as she reached out to shake his hand, but he barely seemed to notice her awkwardness.

“You’ll be working under my team,” he continued, glancing down at the tablet in his hand. “We’ve got a lot going on, so we’ll get you settled in quickly. Follow me.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and started walking briskly down the hallway, leaving Inaaya to hurriedly shuffle after him, clutching her bag and trying not to look as flustered as she felt. Ishaan was all business, barely glancing over his shoulder as he spoke.

“We’ve been working on some key projects for over a year now, and we’re in the middle of some important trials. Your role as an intern will be to assist the team with documentation, data analysis, and anything else we might need during the trial phases.”

Inaaya nodded, trying to absorb the rapid-fire information as they rounded a corner into a glass-walled lab. It was bustling with activity—researchers in white lab coats moving between workstations, machines humming, and data screens flickering with streams of numbers.

Her excitement grew, even as her anxiety spiked. 'This is where it all happens.' ,she thought.

“We’ll start with an introduction to the team and the protocols,” Ishaan said, finally stopping and turning to face her fully.

For the first time since they met, his expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry, it’s overwhelming at first, but you’ll get the hang of it. And if you need anything, just ask.”

She offered a small smile, grateful for the reassurance. “Thank you. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Ishaan gave a brief nod. “Good. Let’s get started.”

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As Inaaya walked into the office, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The buzz of the busy lab filled the air, and she could feel curious eyes following her as she stood next to Ishaan. His calm presence next to her was comforting, and she tried her best to exude confidence despite her fluttering nerves.

"Everyone," Ishaan called out, his voice steady but authoritative, drawing the team's attention. "I'd like you to meet Inaaya Sawant. She's our new intern. She'll be working closely with us, so make sure you all help her settle in."

The team gave polite nods and murmurs of welcome, though Inaaya noticed a few skeptical glances. She couldn't help but feel a little out of place in the presence of such seasoned professionals.

Ishaan turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry, Inaaya. Everything will be good. Just give it your best shot."

Inaaya’s heart swelled with gratitude. She nodded, flashing her signature bright smile, the one that always lit up a room. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll try my best!”

With a small nod of approval, Ishaan stepped aside, allowing her to mingle with the team. But as he watched her blend into the crowd, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about Inaaya—something that drew him to her, even if he couldn't quite place it yet.

Inaaya exchanged a few pleasantries with her new colleagues, though she could still feel the weight of their judgmental gazes. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of Ishaan’s words. Everything will be good. Just give it your best shot.

As the introductions wrapped up, the lab slowly returned to its usual rhythm—people bustling around, papers shuffling, and quiet discussions over experiments. Inaaya was left to organize her desk, her mind racing with the thoughts of what lay ahead.

Just as she was about to pull out her laptop, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"How are you settling in?" Ishaan stood by her desk, arms crossed casually, his expression as neutral as ever.

Inaaya looked up and smiled, trying to push away the tension she felt. "Still figuring things out, but I'll get there. Thank you for the introduction. It means a lot."

Ishaan nodded. "It’s normal to feel a bit overwhelmed on the first day. But don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything. The team can seem intimidating, but once you get to know them, they’re not so bad."

Inaaya chuckled softly. "I’ll hold you to that." She paused for a moment, feeling a surge of gratitude. "You know, it’s not just the first day that’s overwhelming. Being in a place like this, working with people as experienced as you... it's a bit scary. I don’t want to mess up."

"You won’t mess up, Inaaya. You’re here for a reason. Trust yourself." There was something so reassuring in the way he spoke, something steady and certain. It made her feel as though, somehow, everything really would be fine.

Inaaya felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a sense of belonging starting to take root in the place that once seemed so daunting. "Thanks, Sir. I think I needed to hear that."

He gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile, one she wasn’t sure she had ever seen from him before. "We all need a reminder sometimes. Now," he straightened up, the professional mask slipping back into place, "there’s a meeting later this afternoon about a new drug development project. You might want to sit in. It'll be a good opportunity to see how the team works."

Her eyes lit up at the prospect. "I’d love that! I’m really interested in learning more about the project."

"Good," Ishaan said, nodding in approval. "I’ll see you there."

As he walked away, Inaaya found herself watching him for a second longer than she should have. She quickly shook off the thought, focusing on her work. But there was something about Ishaan that intrigued her—a quiet strength beneath his calm exterior. And though she didn't know why, she had a feeling that working with him would change her life in ways she hadn’t yet imagined.

It all felt so surreal. Was I dreaming? No, definitely not. This was real, my reality now. Working here had been my dream for so long. The hours of hard work, the sleepless nights of studying, all the dedication—it had all led me here. And I loved it. The faint, sterile smell of chemicals, the gleam of laboratory instruments, the rustle of papers, the steady hum of computers, and the people moving about purposefully. It was like stepping into a new world, one I had always belonged to but had just now entered.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the two figures approaching me until they were almost upon me. I blinked, arching my neck as I sat in the chair, looking up at them. The first person I noticed was a girl, just a few years older than me. Her deep brown eyes peeked out from behind thin-framed glasses, her shoulder-length black hair framing a face that could only be described as stunning. She was taller than me by a few inches, and I couldn’t help but think how effortlessly gorgeous she looked.

Beside her stood a man, around the same age, but taller, his presence commanding in a quiet way.

"Hello," they both said in unison, their smiles warm and welcoming.

"Hey, guys," I responded with a grin of my own. "I’m Inaaya, 24. What about you?"

"Oh! Nice to meet you. I’m Gunjan Sahu, 27," the girl said, her voice bright and welcoming. She gestured to the man beside her. "And this is my friend and colleague."

She turned toward him, nudging him playfully. "Come on, yaar, give your intro!"

With a slight nod and a small, almost shy smile, he finally looked at me. His gaze was calm, steady, yet there was something gentle in the way he held himself.

"This is Avinash Saxena, 28," he said, his voice lower, more measured. "Nice to meet you."

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "I think I’m getting some cute friends, aren’t I?"

Gunjan let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses. "Well, we do try our best," she teased back, flipping her hair over her shoulder with mock pride.

Avinash chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "Cute, huh? That’s a first," he said, his tone dry but his smile growing a little wider.

I couldn’t help but smile too, already feeling at ease with them. There was a warmth in their presence, a sense of belonging that was rare to find so quickly in a new place.

"So, what brings you to this department?" Gunjan asked, sliding into the chair next to me, her curiosity evident. Avinash stood beside her, his hands in his pockets, quietly watching the conversation unfold.

I glanced around, taking in the familiar sights of the lab again. "I’ve always wanted to work in a place like this. Pharmaceuticals, research—it’s been my dream for as long as I can remember," I admitted, feeling a little spark of pride.

Gunjan nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you’ve come to the right place. It’s tough, but it’s rewarding. And trust me, with time, you’ll learn to love it even more."

Avinash chimed in, his voice softer now. "It’s a challenging field, but I think you’ll fit in just fine, Inaaya."

"Thanks for your kind words," I said, feeling genuinely touched. "You guys are really good. Lagta hai maine ek tir se do nishaane maar liye," I added with a playful grin, glad that I’d managed to make not just one, but two new friends.

Gunjan chuckled. "Looks like you’re going to fit right in, not just with the work but with the banter too."

Avinash raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Two targets, huh? Well, we’ll have to see how well you shoot in the lab," he said, his tone light but with a challenge underneath.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. "Bring it on. I’m ready!"

Gunjan leaned forward, smirking. "Oh, just wait. Once you get started with the projects, you’ll see it’s not all fun and games."

"Hey, I’m here for the long haul," I replied, confident. "And with you two around, I’m sure it’ll be an interesting ride.

Okay, so what about you two?" I asked, leaning forward slightly, curious. "What are your roles or positions here?"

Gunjan smiled. "I’m a senior quality analyst. Basically, I ensure that whatever we develop or manufacture meets all the required standards—whether it's testing formulations or making sure the reports are flawless."

Avinash chimed in next, his tone a bit more reserved but steady. "I’m part of the research and development team. We work on formulations, trials, and all the fun behind-the-scenes stuff that goes into getting a product from the lab to the market."

I nodded, impressed. "Wow, sounds intense but exciting."

Gunjan shrugged playfully. "It has its moments. But we survive."

Avinash smiled softly. "Yeah, you’ll get used to it."

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"Hmm, guys, ye sab to thik hai, but mujhe aur logo ka to introduction do," I urged, leaning back in my chair, eager for more insights. "Dekho, jo jo yaha baitha hai, sabke baare mein aap logo ko jitna pata hai, mujhe bada do. Ha, matlab I need to be aware, na? Ki kon bitch aur kon dev Manush!"

Gunjan burst into laughter, clearly amused by my straightforwardness. "Alright, I see what you’re after! Well, let’s see..."

She glanced around the lab, her finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Over there is Riya. She’s a bit intense but really knowledgeable—just don’t get on her bad side. And then there’s Rahul, who’s always joking around. He can be a bit of a distraction, but he means well."

Avinash added, "And that’s Akshay. He’s usually quiet but very reliable. You can count on him for help when you need it."

I nodded, soaking in the information. "So, basically, I need to navigate this place like a minefield."

Gunjan winked. "Pretty much! Just keep your wits about you, and you’ll do fine."

And what about that tall lady over there?" I asked, nodding toward a striking woman who stood across the room, her presence commanding. "She seems scary."

Gunjan's expression turned playful as she glanced in the direction I was pointing. "Ah, you mean Sushmita? Don't let her height intimidate you. She’s a senior researcher and knows her stuff inside and out. She can come off a bit stern, but if you prove your dedication, she’s incredibly supportive."

Avinash added, "Yeah, she’s tough, but she appreciates hard work. Just don’t interrupt her when she’s deep in thought—that’s a surefire way to find yourself on her bad side."

I chuckled nervously. "Got it. Keep my distance during her thinking time!"

Gunjan nodded with a grin. "Exactly! But once you get to know her, you’ll see she has a good heart. Just give it time."

With such light conversations, I found myself feeling more comfortable as I completed my first task assigned to me. The hours flew by, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.

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Damn!! How does it feel to be an extrovert.

Do minute mai inhone dosti karli. Kash humare paas bhi esa talent hota😭😭.

Ok koi na.

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