A U T H O R'S P O V

"Ms. Singhania, thank you for taking the time to meet me," Mr. Kapoor's voice carries a hint of nervousness as he addresses Adira, seated regally behind her grand mahogany desk in the sprawling, modern office of Temptation Universe.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline, casting a natural glow that highlights the room's sophisticated decor.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Kapoor," Adira responds, her gaze penetrating as she assesses the man before her. Her eyes, with their almond shape and slight upturn, convey both interest and scrutiny. "Now, let's talk business. What brings you to the Temptation Universe today?"

Mr. Kapoor takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "Ms. Singhania, I represent a company that is eager to explore the possibility of collaborating with Temptation Universe. We believe that our synergy could lead to mutually beneficial opportunities."

Adira leans forward slightly, her interest piqued. The subtle scent of her perfume, a blend of jasmine and sandalwood, fills the space between them. "Go on," she prompts, her tone inviting but expectant.

"Our company prides itself on innovation," Mr. Kapoor continues, his confidence growing as he delves into his pitch. "But we understand that innovation alone is not enough. We also prioritize profitability and market dominance."

Adira listens intently, her keen intellect dissecting Mr. Kapoor's words with precision. "Profitability and market dominance," she echoes, her tone reflective. "Tell me, how do you envision our collaboration contributing to these objectives?"

As the conversation unfolds, the air in the room crackles with anticipation. Mr. Kapoor's nerves gradually give way to a sense of purpose, fueled by the possibility of aligning his company's ambitions with the formidable reputation of the Temptation Universe.

Finally, as the discussion draws to a close, Mr. Kapoor sighs, wiping the sweat forming on his forehead, a testament to the tension that has hung in the air. With a nervous smile, he extends his hand, hoping to seal the deal with a handshake.

Adira, however, pauses, her gaze lingering on his outstretched hand before meeting his eyes. Sensing her scrutiny, Mr. Kapoor hesitates, unsure of her next move.

With a decisive nod, Adira clasps his hand firmly, her grip steady and unwavering. "It's a deal," she declares, her voice carrying the weight of certainty. "But let me be clear, Mr. Kapoor. If anything happens that puts my company at the edge of loss, there will be consequences."

Relief washes over Mr. Kapoor as he nods in agreement, offering his assurances that their collaboration will be a success. With that, he rises from his seat and exits her office, leaving Adira deep in thought.

Alone once more, Adira's expression turns blank as she reaches for her phone, summoning her assistant. "Nishchay," she calls out, her voice cutting through the silence.

Moments later, Nishchay Sharma enters the room, a tray in hand bearing a steaming cup of coffee. Placing it gently on Adira's desk, he offers a respectful nod.

"Thank you, Nishchay," Adira acknowledges, taking a sip of the fragrant brew before issuing her next directive.

"Bring me the sales files," she instructs, her tone businesslike yet composed.

Nishchay nods in understanding and swiftly retrieves the requested documents, returning moments later with the files in hand.

As the files are placed on her desk, Adira immediately begins to go through them, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

Adira is a woman who tolerates no carelessness in her business. Every detail, every number has to be precise. It is this relentless pursuit of perfection and her sharp, money-minded approach that has propelled her to become the self-made CEO of Temptation Universe at the young age of 25.

Her aura demands respect and exudes power, a testament to her iron will and unwavering determination.

As she is checking the files, the door of her office opens and in walks her fiancé, Arjun Khanna, the famous singer.

He strides towards Adira with the effortless grace of someone used to the spotlight and greets her with a side hug, saying, "Hey, baby." Adira smiles at him and greets him in return.

They both move to the luxurious, comfy couch in her office and sit down together. The couch, upholstered in soft, beige leather, complements the minimalist yet elegant decor of her office.

Arjun takes her hand in his and asks, "When do you want to go shopping for our wedding attire?"

Adira, with a strange smile, replies, "We'll go on Saturday."

Arjun looks puzzled. "Why on Saturday? Why not tomorrow?"

Adira's eyes gleam with a devilish hint that Arjun can't quite decipher. "I have some work tomorrow, and I'll be free on Saturday.

Besides, I have a surprise for you," she says with a mischievous smile.

Arjun is about to respond, but his phone rings. He excuses himself and steps out to the balcony attached to her office to take the call.

Adira watches him go, her smile turning innocent as he talks. When he returns, he kisses her hand and says, "I have to leave for work now."

Adira's smile turns to concern. "Why do you have to go?"

Arjun reassures her with a gentle smile. "I'll see you tomorrow," he promises before leaving her office.

As soon as he is gone, Adira's smile fades. She goes to the washroom, deep in thought, and washes her hands thoroughly.

She has a surprise planned for Arjun on Saturday. A surprise that only she knows.

After freshening up, she takes out a moisturizer from her luxury Birkin Bag and applies it, her lips curling into a devilish smile.

She grabs her purse and heads out of her office, calling Nishchay to inform him that she is going home and that the files are signed. The anticipation of her plan for Saturday lingers in the air, a secret only she knows.

As she walks through the corridor of her company's building, every employee's eyes are on her. Adira's stride is a perfect blend of grace and power, each step exuding confidence.

Her eyes, with their slightly upturned outer corners and rounded shape resembling an almond, possess a unique and alluring look that captures the essence of her presence. They convey energy and emotion, making a statement without uttering a word.

Her appearance screams confidence, elegance, and sophistication. The way she carries herself is commendable; her aura demands respect and admiration.

Not just men, but women too, turn to look at her, captivated by her presence. Adira's refined poise, combined with her striking features and commanding demeanor, creates an indelible impression on everyone she passes.

Her hair cascades down her back in smooth, luxurious waves, framing her face perfectly. Her makeup is always impeccably done, enhancing her natural beauty without overpowering it. Dressed in tailored, high-fashion attire that accentuates her figure, Adira epitomizes modern elegance and timeless sophistication.

As she moves, the soft scent of her perfume lingers in the air, a subtle yet memorable reminder of her presence.

Each glance she receives is a silent acknowledgment of her power and allure. Her grace and confidence leave an indelible mark on the minds of those who encounter her, ensuring that

Adira Singhania is a name-and a presence-that is impossible to forget.

She walks out of her office building and slides gracefully into her sleek BMW 5 Series. The doorman closes the car door behind her with a respectful nod, and the driver starts the engine.

As the car glides away from the building, Adira begins to scroll through her phone. A message pops up on the screen, saying, "Found it." A devilish smile spreads across her lips as she leans back into the plush, comfortable seat of her car.

After a smooth, 15-20 minute drive, they arrive at her mansion. The grand gates open to welcome her vehicle and close silently behind them. The car comes to a stop in front of the main entrance.

Adira steps out, her heels clicking on the marble driveway, and begins her walk inside. The mansion is a masterpiece of luxury and comfort, designed meticulously to Adira's specifications, reflecting her impeccable taste.

She strides through the grand foyer, her every movement exuding elegance. The interior of her mansion is breathtaking, with exquisite decor that seamlessly blends opulence with comfort.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceilings, casting a soft, ambient glow, while plush furnishings invite relaxation. Every detail, from the intricate moldings to the curated artwork, speaks of sophistication and refinement.

Adira heads to her room, setting her belongings on the side table with a practiced ease. She then retreats to her bathroom to freshen up. After 15 minutes, she emerges, wrapped in a luxurious bathrobe that clings to her figure.

The combination of mandarin, May rose, and vanilla scent of her bath products lingers in the air, adding a subtle fragrance to the room. She moves to her walk-in wardrobe, a haven of high fashion, where rows of designer clothes, comfy clothes and accessories are meticulously arranged.

Her walk-in wardrobe is a sight to behold, with its custom shelving, ambient lighting, and perfectly organized rows of designer clothes and accessories.

She stands for a moment, taking in the beauty of her personal sanctuary, before selecting her comfy attire for the evening. The entire setting exudes an air of luxury, a testament to Adira's discerning taste and unwavering attention to detail.

After getting ready, Adira descends the grand staircase, each step deliberate and graceful. The chandelier above casts a soft, warm light, illuminating her path as she moves towards the dining room.

Her parents are already seated at the elegant dining table, her father, Abhiraj Singhania at the head and her mother, Kaveri Singhania beside him.

She walks towards them, her presence commanding yet warm. "Hey, Mumma," she greets her mother with a kiss on the cheek from behind.

Her mother looks up, a smile lighting up her face. "Haaye, mera bacha kitna pyaara lag raha hai," she exclaims, admiring her daughter.

(My baby looks so lovely.)

Adira returns the smile, a playful glint in her eyes. "Aapko main hamesha pyaari hi lagti hoon," she replies, a hint of affection in her tone.

(You always find me lovely.)

Her mother chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Haan, toh ab pyaari hai toh pyaari hi lagegi na. Kyun ji?" she asks, glancing at Adira's father, who is engrossed in his newspaper.

(Yes, now she is lovely, so she will look lovely, right?)

Hearing her mother's voice, her father looks up from the newspaper, slightly puzzled. "Ji, kuch kaha aapne?" he asks, his attention finally shifting to his wife and daughter.

(Did you say something?)

Adira rolls her eyes with a smile and walks over to her father, gently but firmly snatching the newspaper from his hands. "How many times have I told you not to bring the newspaper during family time?" she chides playfully.

Her father offers an apologetic smile. "Sorry, beta," he says, genuinely contrite.

The room is filled with a warm, familial glow as Adira takes her seat, the newspaper set aside. As they settle into their seats, the ambiance of the dining room, with its soft lighting and elegant decor, enhances the sense of intimacy and connection among them.

Adira's mother, with an innocent smile, serves the food that the waiters have placed on the table, her movements graceful and loving.

"How's the business going, Adira?" her father asks, his tone both curious and proud.

"It's good, Papa," Adira replies confidently. "I've made some significant changes in the Temptation Universe building to facilitate our new advertisement shoots for the company's promotion. These updates should help us present a fresh and modern image."

Her father nods in acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting pride in his daughter's accomplishments. "That's excellent, beta. Your dedication and vision are truly impressive."

Meanwhile, her mother finishes serving the food, her smile never wavering. The simple act of serving the meal is filled with love and care, adding to the warmth of the moment.

As the family begins their meal, the conversation flows easily, filled with updates, plans, and shared dreams. This is more than just a dining room; it's a sanctuary of love, respect, and mutual admiration, where each member supports and uplifts the other.

After dinner, the family gathers in the cozy living room, each holding a bowl of ice cream-Adira's favorite treat. The atmosphere is light and filled with the sound of cheerful chatter and laughter.

As they enjoy their dessert, Adira's best friend, Kian Roy, bursts into the room with his usual exuberance. "Hello, family! Is family time happening here without me?" he asked loudly.

Adira, with a tight-lipped smile, retorts, "Yes, and you don't count as family."

Kian, feigning a dramatic injury, places a hand over his heart. "Ouch, that hurt!"

Adira's mother chuckles at his antics, her eyes twinkling. "No, Kian, you are part of the family," she says warmly.

Kian's face lights up with a smile as he responds, "See? Only my aunty cares for me. No one else in this house," he adds, pointing playfully at Adira and her father.

Adira and her father gave him an 'Are you serious?' look, But they can't help but smile at Kian's infectious humor.

With a shrug, Kian grabs the TV remote and turns on the television.

Catching Adira's eye, he signals for her to pay attention to the news, careful not to alert her parents about their plans.

The reporter announces, "The business tycoon and CEO of Sapphire, Nevan Malhotra, is all set to get married to his fiancée. But no one knows who she is or what she does. Is she from the Film Industry or Is she from a corporate background?.."

As Adira listens to the news, her face turns expressionless, her mind whirring with thoughts and plans.

Her eyes fixate on the TV screen, which shows a picture of Nevan Malhotra. She takes a deep breath and looks at Kian, gives a subtle nod to him.

Understanding her silent command, Kian quickly pulls out his phone, sends a message, and then gives her a thumbs-up.

The living room, filled with warmth and familial bonds just moments ago, now holds an air of anticipation.

Adira's expression is one of determination and intrigue, her plans for the future unfolding in her mind as she contemplates her next move.

With a smirk playing on her lips, Adira's eyes gleam with a dark, inscrutable intent. In a voice barely more than a whisper, she murmurs,

"Time to meet Mr. Malhotra."

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