Shivansh Mittal, a man sculpted from sharp angles and cold steel, sat behind his imposing mahogany desk. At thirty, he commanded Mittal Tech with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him like a winter storm. Grumpy was his default setting, his heart a fortress guarded by icy indifference. Except, of course, for Kritika. He was the eldest son of the Mittal family, burdened with expectations and a legacy he wore like a tailored suit – impeccably, but with a tension that never quite eased. His hot-headedness was legendary, a flashpoint that could ignite at the slightest provocation. Yet, beneath the layers of CEO polish and familial duty, a soft side existed, reserved solely for the sunshine that was Kritika Shrivastav.
Kritika Shrivastav, at twenty-six, was a stark contrast to the man she served. She was a burst of vibrant energy, a ray of sunshine that seemed to illuminate even the most shadowed corners of Mittal Tech. Her laughter was a melody, her smile infectious. As Shivansh's personal assistant, she navigated his moods with a deftness that bordered on miraculous. She was the youngest daughter of the Shrivastav family, a cherished and beloved presence. Her bubbly nature was her armor, her optimism her weapon against the world's harsh realities. Where Shivansh built walls, Kritika offered bridges. Where he projected coldness, she radiated warmth.
Them:
☆Dedication Of The Book☆
This is for the silent battles fought in the quiet hours, for the unspoken burdens carried with unwavering strength. It's a testament to the courage it takes to let someone see the cracks, to admit the weariness, and to finally, finally, allow yourself to be held....🦋
Tropes:
Age Gap (4 years)
CEO×Assistant
Grumpy× Sunshine
Possessive ML× Rebelious FL
Touch her or die
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