Everyone thought I had it easy.

Kapoor Global heiress.

Born with a silver spoon.

India’s most eligible bachelorette.

Glamorous, graceful, untouchable.

They never saw the pressure. The legacy. The ruthless boardroom battles behind closed doors. The constant whisper of comparison to my father. The demand to smile perfectly through storms.

But I survived. Not because I was born powerful, but because I learned to wield power like a sword.

And I never bowed. Not once.

So when the board suggested a collaboration with Singhania Industries, I knew exactly who I’d be dealing with.

Aryan Singhania.

India’s most dangerous businessman. Self-made, sharp-edged, and cold as ice. He ruled boardrooms like a king and destroyed rivals with a single sentence. He was arrogant, calculating, and probably allergic to feelings.

The kind of man I didn’t need in my space.

The kind of man who thought women like me were all glam and no grit.

I was already irritated the day we first met. Another unnecessary meeting with suits who doubted me. Another board trying to tame me into politeness.

And then he walked in.

Tailored to perfection. Controlled. Powerful.

His gaze didn’t linger. But it burned.

I was supposed to feel intimidated.

Instead, I smirked.

He tried to dismiss my ideas with that bored, amused expression—like he’d already figured me out.

So I hit back harder. Not with emotion, but with numbers. Strategy. Vision. He wasn’t expecting that.

That was his first mistake.

The second?

Letting his ego accept the collaboration just to try and handle me.

As if I were something to control.

Aryan Singhania didn’t scare me.

But something about the way he looked at me did—like he saw a storm coming and wanted to challenge it.

He didn’t know then...

I was the storm.

And if we were going to crash into each other—

It was going to be chaos.

Beautiful, dangerous