His age (present) :- 30years
Amayra's age (present) :- 23 years

Ranveer's Pov :-

"Sir she escaped". These pieces of shit cannot do a single thing right. Lifting my head a little, I looked straight into the eyes of the man.

These useless people, cannot handle a woman. I told them to keep an eye on her but they got distracted.

What an excuse right. I wanted to kill each one of them as soon as I heard him say this.

"I am sorry, we will make sure to find her asap and present her in front of yo-". Before he could complete his sentence, a bullet made its way into his skull.

His blood splattered all around my face and my white shirt. His warm blood calmed my raging body slowly. The fleshy smell of it, filled the room, and my nostrils.

The room turned silent as soon as his lifeless body fell on the floor with a thud sound.

Looking around, I noticed that all my men are looking down at their feet. Good, they need to know what the result of disappointing me.

I stood up and left the basement, not before ordering them to clean up the space and feed his body to my dogs.

People need to learn that I am not an easy person to deal with. The man, firstly didn't do this job right and then he is trying to manipulate me. Like he is the boss not me.

This is my word and those are my men. They do not even breathe without my permission and he thought that he would easily get away, even after doing a terrible job.

Coming to the woman, I was talking about. She was my assistant, Was before she decided to leak my personal and professional details to my competitor.

I hate cheaters. And the punishment of Cheating is Death. Straight up Death. And being a person of words, I do what I say.

Entering my private elevator, I took my phone out of my pocket and saw, there were a few missed calls and emails.

For the eyes of the world, I am a decent gentleman businessman but only few people know about me being into this dark business.

This was never the path, I willingly chose for myself, the situations made me walk on this. And now, I don't regret it. I love seeing fear in people's eyes. I love them trembling in front of me.

Sometimes, in business, you need to do these things. And rather than taking help from other people, which my ego doesn't allow obviously, I decided to do all of it, myself.

Ranveer Shekhawat, a well known and a flourishing businessman taking over the world of business with my own company,

Shekhawat groups.

I am known for my cunning mind and my unbeatable business strategies. There is no one that can compete with me in my field. Those who have tried, always met disappointment.

My phone ramg again, grabbing my attention, it was the same number. I accepted the call, and heard the opposite line saying.

"Sir, there's a girl waiting in the reception for you. She said she is here for the interview".

"Tell her to wait a little I am coming". I spoke and ended the call before she could say something.

Waking to my room, I threw the phone on the bed and discardrr my shirt to wear a new one. This white shirt is covered in blood and going out on this is not good for my image.

I wore a black one with a matching overcoat and walked towards my company in my Ashton Martin.

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All the hustle-bustle of the company turned into pin drop silence as I entered inside. I love Peace.

All the employees wished me morning, but without laying attention to them, I entered my private elevator.

I entered my office and saw a silhouette on my chair. Shanaya, this bitch is not going to listen to me. I need to show her, the real me. That's the only option left I guess.

Her cherry, sweet fragrance filled my nostrils almost immediately. Her hairs, curled perfectly. Not a single strand is out of place. She thinks that wearing sexy revealing dresses can lure me.

Girl, I am the master of self control. No one has the power to lure me. The V cut of her neckline reaching deep on her cleavage, making it available for everyone to see.

Leaning against the door frame I spoke in a calm yet dangerous voice "how dare you sit on that chair?"

The smile that made it's way on her lips, stretched into a thin line as soon as the words left my mouth. I kept shooting my angry gaze to her but instead of answering me, she stood up and started walking towards me sensually.

I released an frustrated sigh looking at her. Coming in front of me, she bent a little towards and sniffed me. Bitch, I told you.

"I love your perfume". She exclaimed. There is no scale that can measure her dumbness. I fucking killed a person and was covered in his blood. And she thinks that this is my perfume. My fragrance cost millions, more than the worth of that man's life.

Getting on her tip toes, she tried to do, what she always does. She tried to kiss me. But before she could, I entered my cabin, pushing her out of it and locked the door from inside.

As expected, she started banging the door from outside, and started screaming in her annoying voice, pissing me off.

"One day you will be mine Ranveer. Only mine. I will not let you go away from me Mark my words". Saying, I heard her stomping away.

This is her everyday's business. Coming to my office and threaten me to marry her. She thinks she will blackmail me and I will easily get under her trap, but she is forgetting that I am the mastermind of this game. No one can trap me.

She is the daughter of my biggest investor. One unfortunate day, he bought his daughter with him, to sign a deal with me and invest into my business, and from that day, she is behind me. She claims that she loves me and what not but who cares? Not me.

I am not a person to love, she needs to understand. I am not the sunshine-y guy she expects me to be. I am not a man to buy flowers and do all the shitty things for a girl, I am not the guy who girls expect me to be. Girls generally wants a guy who listen to their banter and be all calm and protective with them, which is so unlikely of me.

All I care about is my business. Girls are major distraction and I, despise to get distracted. I am not an ideal man for anyone, I am the worst. I will not think twice before killing them.

Or maybe this is because of her. I remember the moment when I saw her for the first time, while I was playing football in school. The way she was clapping amd cheering for me, without even knowing me. I remember her smile, which took my breath away for a moment.

Where are you? Where are you Amayra? I haven't seen you since. How are you? Where are you doing.

Every time I think about her, I feel a surge of emotions in me and I hate that. Emotions are the greatest enemies in my business. Having emotions makes you weaker. But something about her always concerns me, like what of something happened. Wait. Why do I care about her?

I should not feel these things about her. She is no one. I have better things to pay attention to. I don't care if she is alive or dead. Her life is none of my concern. I tried to manipulate myself and it worked.

Ignoring her like every girl, I picked the company's call, and made a call to the receptionist. I don't have an assistant to do all of these thing for me.

In few moments, I heard a knock on the door. I allowed the person to come inside without glancing at the door.

I heard the opening and closing of the door, but no footsteps. Who's there.

Raising my head a little, I saw a girl standing there. I lifted my head completely and saw a beautiful girl. One of a kind.
Her hairs are open, with a wavy finish. She is wearing a lavender kurti with a wide bottom jeans. There is no amount of makeup on her face. Her cheeks are flushed with a pink rosy tint coating them.

Stop running your mind Ranveer.

"Yes". Gathering my wandering mind, I spoke in a stern voice. Her eyes which were on her feets, lifted and she looked into my eyes.

"I am here for the interview". Not only she is beautiful, but her voice is sweet as well. I raised my eyebrow looking at her. I cannot decipher her expressions.

She is here for the interview of being my assistant? She was sent to my cabin because I prefer to select my assistant myself. I don't like to work with people who are not capable of things. I want well talented people with me and that's why I take their interviews myself.

"Come, sit". I spoke, shifting my attention to my laptop. She lifted her feets to walk and slowly sat in front of me. I can see she is nervous.

"Do you know about me?". I asked, interwining my fingers with each other, leaning back on the chair.

She was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"Yes I know. I know that you are so strict when it comes to work". So she has done her homework.

"Assistant or not, you will be punished equally if you did any harm to the company. I will not take any excuses. You will have to be ready 24/7, you will travel with me and work with me. You need to be in front of me even if I call you in the midnight. Would you be fine?"

"Yes. That wouldn't be a problem for me sir". She answered almost immediately.

Sliding the joining letter and pen to her, I leaned back and told her to fill the form after reading it carefully.

She took a moment to read it and signed it. I took the paper, backfrom her and told her to go. She stood up Smilingly and left the room after greeting me.

The moment she left the door, I picked up my phone and called my manager, telling him to find details about her. Who is she?

Why did I felt like I have seen her. She was scared, the moment she walked in but why was there a smile on her face, while leaving. Who is she?

Wouldn't a girl feel uncomfortable, when I told her to stand in front of me whenever I tell her to. I used my tactics to scare her, yet she agreed for the job. Why?

There are two possibilities. One, she is in desperate need of a job or secondly, she is sent by one of my enemies.

I, maybe a gentlemen for the world, but if it comes to my work and my business, I can kill anyone.

I hope, you don't become my next prey girl. You have successfully made me suspicious on you. The moment I find, that you have ill-intentions, you would be lying dead on the ground. .

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Amayra's pov :-

I closed the door of his cabin behind. Leaning against the door, I released the breathe, I was holding. He is intimidating, and scary, just as the receptionist told me.

At the reception.

Entering the building, I walked straight towards the reception. The lady standing at the reception, greets me with a smile.

"May I help you".

"I am here for the Interview".

"What interview may I ask?"

"For the CEO's assistant".

As soon as I answered, her smile turned into a worried expression.

"Are you sure about that Mam". She asked again and I nodded.

"I think I shall let you know about the CEO, before you go for the interview. Ranveer Shekhawat, the CEO, of Shekhawat groups, is known to be as one of the cunning personality in the business world. He is not an easy person to work with. He is very strict and usually ride to everyone".

"Ranveer Shekhawat?". I spoke in a questioning tone and saw her nodding her head. Did she actually say his name? Is this his company? How is he?

There is no way, I am letting this job slip out of my hand now. All the manifestations of meeting him once, seem to come true.

I pinched my arm, to come to the reality if I am dreaming but no, I am not. This is not a dream. I am standing in his company and in some time, I am going to meet him.

The mere thought of him, made the goosebumps rise on my skin. Why am I feeling butterflies in my stomach, I haven't even seen him yet.

"Mam". A female voice got me out of my la La land. It was the receptionist.

"Are you sure you want to do this job?". She asked me, making me re-think this decision. Backing off is not an option right now. I have to have a job, since I have been fired from my previous one. It is not about him, it is about my survival as well.

"Yes, I want this job". Taking the risk, I answered. She nodded and told me sit in the waiting area while she called someone on the telephone.

I walked towards the waiting area, with my mind filled about his thoughts. I cannot believe this is really going to happen.

I asked one of the employee, to show me the waiting area. It was empty. Taking a seat near the window, I got immersed into my thoughts again.

What will I say firstly. How will I greet him? Will he recognise me or not?

He wouldn't, why would he recognise you? Who were you, his lover?. My subconscious mind retaliated. That's right, why would he recognise me. I shall act professional in front of him. Now that, he is the CEO, he wouldn't prefer this unprofessional behaviour around him for sure.

I sat there for around 45 minutes when the same girl came to me, and told me to go to his room. Finally it's the time. It's the time I am going to meet him.

Calm down Amayra, calm down.

"Go to the 27th floor, the last room is Sir's cabin. He will take your interview personally". She answered and my heart stopped momentarily.

He will take my interview himself? What if I mess up? He will think that I am such a useless girl and will not give me the job. No, I have time take this job. I have to act professionally in front of him.

Yes, Amayra act professional.

Going in, I never expected that I will get the job but yes, I did. I got the job.

The moment I heard his voice, after knocking the door, I knew it's him for sure. Same voice. I walking inside, I saw him sitting on his chair like a king.

The name tag was kept on his table, with his name written in it. Ranveer Shekhawat, CEO of Shekhawat Groups. The heart swelled up with the proud feeling.

I saw him sitting on the chair and typing something on his laptop. His long fingers on the keys, looked tremendously hot. This hairs perfectly gelled up, with a rolex watch on his wrist, looked insanely beautiful, just as him.

He was cladded in a black shirt, rolled up until the sleeves with a black pant. I don't know how to describe it but he looked delicious.

His veins were peeping out of his skin, while he is still typing something. Why do I feel so hot suddenly. I feel like all the air has vanished from the room. I can feel, heat radiating from my face.

This is happening because of him. He is making me nervous and anxious. Instead of looking at him, I diverted my gaze to me feets, that's when I heard his voice again.

"Yes". He spoke. Do you want me to die out of embarrassment. Stop doing this to me. But he isn't doing anything. My subconscious mind has to add it's point.

He asked me to sit and interwined his fingers. The cut, I know this cut. It's him. It is hundred percent clear that he is my Ranveer. The 1% of doubt that I had, got cleared as soon as I saw the cut on his right hand.

I have no idea how I behaved or what I said infront of him. I was lost in the thought that he is sitting right in front of me and Interviewing me.

He slid the joining letter in front of me. I read and signed it with a smile. He looked at me for a moment, contemplating something before he told me to go.

That is none of my worry, the catch is, I got the job. I got the job in the company where my love is my CEO. Never in my dreams, I imagined that I will meet him like this.

He is the CEO now, happy and successful. There are no words that can describe how happy I am, for him. I am proud of him. Proud, that I fell in love with him.

My doubt was right, I knew that wouldn't recognise me and he didn't. Once again, my subconscious won against me. The man that I love since my childhood, doesn't remember me.

Instead of feeling sad about it, I am happy. I am happy that he doesn't remember me. He doesn't need to. How am I going to hide my truth from him now. It's good if he doesn't remember me. I am in no condition to share my horrible history with anyone, not even with my one and only love.

I am happy that you don't remember me. Now I will work with you and see from afar. I know it will take a lot for me to control myself, and hide my feelings but I will. I don't want you to fall in love with me. Even if it is hurting me to say it out loud, I am not lovable. I am not pure. You deserve someone better, someone that's not me.

I exited the company and reached my apartment. The whole night I did nothing, but kept thinking about him.

This story would be so beautiful if you were mine.

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*SPOILER*
From the next chapter

"What is this?". He uttered in a dangerously calm voice. It feels like silence before the storm.

"I am sorry, I will keep control on my behaviour I promise Sir". I whispered. I wonder if he even heard it or not.

"I asked you a simple question Amayra, What is this? I am not asking for an apology right now". Why are you doing this Ranveer.

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