Chains of Fate
Mahir Singh
(adjusting his tie, weary smile): Naina, good news. There’s a vacancy in my boss’s company. I recommended you.
Naina Singh
(raising a brow, crossing her arms): A company job? Why so sudden, Papa?
Mahir Singh
(avoiding her eyes, fiddling with his watch): It’s a respectable position. Just take it. Don’t ask too many questions.
Pooja
(grinning, tugging Naina’s dupatta): See, Didi? You’ll finally be working in a big office. Maybe you’ll find your prince there.
Naina Singh
(rolling her eyes, shutting her book with a thud): Princes are poison. I want no part of them.
The Company – A towering glass building that reflected the city’s chaos. Guards in black suits stood like statues at the entrance.
Naina Singh
(stepping out of the car, clutching her bag): This doesn’t feel like an office… it feels like a fortress.
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Receptionist 💼 (smiling too politely, tapping her nails on the desk): Name?
Naina Singh
(clearing her throat, straightening her saree): Naina Singh. New assistant.
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Receptionist 💼 (checking a list, nodding quickly): You’re assigned to the 27th floor. Executive wing.
Naina Singh
(frowning, muttering under her breath): 27th? That sounds too high for someone like me…
27th Floor – Silence heavy in the air, employees whispering instead of speaking. The sound of her heels echoed like a warning.
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Senior Assistant 👩🏻💼 (fixing her glasses, speaking curtly): You’re the new girl? Follow me. Rules are simple—don’t touch files unless told. Don’t ask questions. And if Sir enters, stand immediately.
Naina Singh
(tilting her head, smirking faintly): Sounds like prison rules, not office ones.
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Senior Assistant 👩🏻💼 (glancing around nervously, lowering her voice): It’s safer if you think of it that way.
Naina Singh
(thinking, clutching the strap of her bag): Papa… what kind of company have you put me into?
Om’s Office – A dim room with black curtains, faint smell of whiskey and gun oil. Om sat behind a massive desk, tapping his fingers lazily against a file.
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Assistant 💼 (bowing slightly, speaking carefully): Sir, the new assistant has joined. She’s Manager Singh’s daughter.
Om Prashant Roa
(pausing, lifting his gaze slowly): Naina Singh…
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Assistant 💼 (nervous, shifting on his feet): She doesn’t know this company belongs to you.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaning back in his chair, lips curling into a dark smile): Good. Let her believe she’s safe… for now.
Evening. Naina organizing files in a glass cabin. Her fingers brushed across documents stamped with “Confidential.” She froze.
Naina Singh
(whispering to herself, narrowing her eyes): Why do so many reports mention “underground contracts”? This doesn’t feel right…
Her phone buzzed.
Pooja
(texting playfully): Didi!! How’s work? Met your mafia prince yet? 😂
Naina Singh
(typing quickly, biting her lip): Stop joking. But… honestly, this place feels dangerous.
Pooja
(reply): Dangerous can also be exciting 😉
Naina Singh
(rolling her eyes, tossing her phone aside): Childish.
Elevator – Empty and quiet. Naina stepped in, hugging a stack of files. Just before the doors closed, a hand stopped them. Om entered, his presence filling the small space instantly.
Naina Singh
(eyes widening, clutching the files tighter): You…?!
Om Prashant Roa
(smirking, sliding his hands into his pockets): Miss Singh. Fate moves fast, doesn’t it?
Naina Singh
(scowling, stepping back slightly): Are you following me?
Om Prashant Roa
(tilting his head, gaze sharp as a blade): Shouldn’t I be asking that? You show up everywhere I go.
Naina Singh
(snapping, lifting her chin): I work here. Not my fault you stalk this office.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaning closer, voice low, eyes never leaving hers): My office. My company. Everything you see here belongs to me.
Naina Singh
(heart skipping, gripping the files until her knuckles whitened): …This is yours?
Om Prashant Roa
(smirking, brushing his thumb across the elevator button casually): Surprised? Your father didn’t tell you?
Naina Singh
(whispering, half to herself): Papa… why didn’t you warn me?
Om Prashant Roa
(studying her with dark amusement, tapping his finger against his lips): I don’t believe in coincidences, Miss Singh. You working here… feels like destiny.
Naina Singh
(forcing herself to glare, voice trembling slightly): If you think I’ll bow down to you, you’re wrong.
Om Prashant Roa
(smirk deepening, eyes glinting dangerously): Good. I don’t like obedient women. Fire burns brighter when it resists. Let’s see how long before your flames belong to me.
The elevator doors opened. Om stepped out gracefully, leaving the faint trace of cologne and danger behind. Naina stood frozen, breath uneven, heart in chaos
Naina Singh
(thinking, clutching her chest): This man… Om Prashant Roa.
I should run. But why does it feel like every step I take drags me closer into his world?
Alain
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