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Author's POV
Los Angeles was loud, luxurious, and dangerously glamorous.
And Diya - she fit into it as if she had been born for it.
After two days of childish behavior and unpredictable mood swings, she finally marched into Viransh's penthouse office wearing her shorts and a white hoodie.
"Sir."
Her voice was bold.
Viransh looked up from his laptop, gave her a bored expression, and raised an eyebrow.
She crossed her arms.
"I'll sue you, sir. This is not right. You brought me here for business purposes and from two days you're spoiling me, making me rest, cooking good food for me. Haan I agree you were looking hot without your shirt cooking in the kitchen but still sir I deserve to work."
He bit the inside of his cheek to control his laughter.
It had been two days since they came to LA, and he had not let her lift a single paper because she was on her period. For the first time in years, someone was treating her like an actual child - protecting her, caring for her, ordering chocolates for her.
Now it was the fourth day of her periods. She spoke more calmly.
"Sir I know you're trying to help me out and I'm genuinely happy but sir now it's last second day of my periods there won't be much pain I can manage we are missing our meetings and schedule is messed up don't waste today's time sir please."
He huffed.
"Okay, Miss Kasani."
She almost smiled in victory. Then he added casually, "By the way... did I really look hot without my shirt?"
Her face turned deep red. She mentally screamed at herself. Why would she say that? She wished the ground would crack open and swallow her whole.
She started biting her lip nervously.
Viransh stood up. She stepped back. Even though she was 5'9, his 6'8 height made her feel tiny in front of him.
He walked toward her slowly until her back hit the glass wall of the office inside his LA penthouse.
Her breath hitched.
He placed his right hand beside her head, trapping her between his arms. With his left hand, he gently pulled her lower lip away from her teeth.
"Don't torture these soft lips of yours, jaan," he said quietly.
He inhaled slowly. "You are making it hard for me to control."
He leaned closer, brushing his lips against the side of her neck, not aggressively but enough to make her knees weak. Her eyes widened at the sudden sensation. As he was sucking and nibbling over there and Her breathing deepened. Instinctively, her fingers slipped into his hair. And then she moaned in pain and She tilted her head slightly. Her breathing deepened. Instinctively, her fingers slipped into his hair.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were already drowning in emotion. He leaned closer to her lips-
Ring.
His phone rang loudly.
He cursed under his breath and stepped away to answer the call.
Diya ran out of the office at lightning speed.
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Later, After a meeting, Viransh informed her, "We'll have to attend a business party tonight."
Her eyes widened in panic. "Sir I don't have a dress." She sounded so serious as if it were a global emergency.
He smirked. "I don't mind if you don't wear-" A file hit his face. "Arrange it Mr.Rajvanshi."
He smiled. He loved irritating her.
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Back at the penthouse, she was having lunch when her phone rang.
Ananta.
She frowned and answered.
"Bhai kaya L lagvaliyea apney ? Pehley yeh bol aisey ich to call nai karti thi merku."
(Brother what mess have you created now tell me you wouldn't call me just like that without any reason.)
"Bro I hate you. Can't I call you normally?"
"Nope."
He sighed and told her "Piya got an internship and she's working in it as well" to which she said "So is there a problem why are you telling me this collage hai matlab internship to karna padaga naw?"
(It's college so obviously she has to do an internship right?)
She paused. "Exactly. So Piya got internship in RJ Fashions LTD. Okay bye."
She hung up.
"What the hell???"
The call had already ended.
Diya knew very well who the CEO of RJ Fashions was. Dhruv.
Her jaw tightened. She hated the idea of Piya being there. She shouted in frustration and resumed eating.
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In the evening, a parcel arrived.
A note inside read: Get ready jaan I'll directly reach the party you come with driver.
She opened the box.
She stood there like a secret wrapped in wine-red silk.
The dress was not just fabric. It was poetry dyed in deep burgundy, the shade of aged roses pressed between the pages of an old love story.
The square neckline framed her collarbones perfectly. Floral embroidery shimmered softly across the bodice. Sculpted appliqués rested at her waist before flowing into a graceful mid-length skirt layered with airy tulle.
It did not scream for attention. It commanded it quietly. She looked unforgettable.
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She sat inside the car as instructed, waiting for his message. When the door opened, he stood there in a sharp charcoal suit.
Deep ocean-blue eyes. Perfectly sculpted face.
He noticed how she was trying to hide the hickey he had given her in the morning. He almost smiled.
Then he looked at her fully. And forgot how to breathe. He helped her step out of the car.
Paparazzi immediately surrounded them. "Mr Rajvanshi! Is the LA expansion confirmed?"
"Yes." they asked again
"Are you entering a strategic partnership with Sterling Group?"
he replied "We are in final negotiations."
they asked "Is Miss Kasani handling your international portfolio?"
he answered "She is my PA and a valuable part of my company." His tone was calm and dominant.
They entered the party.
Inside, Viransh stood beside her like a silent predator. Men approached.
"Miss Kasani, your presentation was brilliant."
"Would love to collaborate over dinner Can I have your contact-"
Viransh's jaw tightened. He said nothing.
His hand slowly moved to her lower back. Possessive. Silent warning. She tilted her head slightly.
"Sir your jealousy?"
"I don't get jealous. I eliminate competition. And I know he's not worthy to compete with me."
He resumed business talks.
One of the most powerful businessmen in LA, Adrian Cole, was speaking with him when his phone rang.
Caller ID: Mumma.
He glanced at it.
"Jaan un se baat karlo thoda."
(Talk to her for a while.)
Diya answered sweetly.
"Mumma woh ansh busy hai meeting me mai baad mai call karvau?"
(Mom Ansh is busy in a meeting should I ask him to call you later?)
Ramya ji replied warmly and asked " did you have your dinner baccha? "
Diya sighed dramatically.
"No mumma your son is making me starve to death."
Ramya ji immediately scolded her son " What ?? I think my son doesn't want to live longer " and asked "i want to speak to him."
Diya walked to him, tugged his sleeve like a child and said sweetly . "Woh aap ki mumma ko aap se baat karni hai."
(Your mother wants to speak with you.)
He blinked, excused himself from Adrian, and walked away. She giggled imagining his state.
Adrian turned toward her. "What's your name, Miss?" Diya replies professionally "Diya Kasani. Mr Rajvanshi's PA." he asked "How long have you been working for him?" she said "Six months."
He introduced himself " I'm adrian Cole CEO of Williams LTD"
Then he smiled. "Would you like to join my company as my PA? I'll pay you double."
She gave him a bored look. "I'm loyal to my boss. It was my dream job. So no thanks."
He leaned slightly closer. "What about a date after this?"
Before she could respond, a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind.
"Excuse me Mr.Cole, we have business to discuss. Angle let's go."
She nodded.
Outside, she looked up at him softly."Sirr..." he replied irritatedly "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Her expression immediately fell.
The moment he saw her mood shift, he realized his tone had been harsh.
In the parking lot, he pulled her back by her waist. "How dare you? You troubled me so much. You complained to Mumma about me starving you?"
She giggled because of her sudden mood swing and stepped closer to him. "Sir I didn't do anything you are just blaming me."
"Oh really? I'm blaming you? Accha let's ask Mumma."
Before he could take out his phone, she quickly stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.
Then she ran toward the car.
Viransh stood there completely dumbfounded . His hand slowly moved to his cheek. And he laughed softly.
Mumbai
Today was Piya's first day as an intern. She walked into the office wearing a beige-colored formal shirt paired with black trousers. A slim watch and delicate bracelets adorned her wrist, and her hair was tied into a messy bun. She looked beautiful effortlessly, her calm confidence radiating naturally. There was a softness to her presence that drew the eye, yet she seemed completely unaware of it.
Just as Piya adjusted her files and began walking further into the office, Pihu entered beside her. Pihu was wearing a short, overly revealing top, and she never missed a chance to make Piya feel insecure. Pihu had a lighter skin tone and often used it as a weapon, whispering subtle jabs under her breath: "Thoda fair hoti toh aur achhi lagti..." and "Camera pe dull lagti ho..." - comments meant to undermine Piya's confidence. Piya's skin was a warm, lighter shade of brown - naturally glowing and attractive - yet Pihu's words made her hesitate. What neither of them realized was that Piya's charm was undeniable, and people genuinely liked her, while Pihu's behavior often pushed others away.
("If you were a bit fairer, you'd look even better...")
("You look dull on camera...")
The office grew quiet as Dhruv appeared. His sharp suit, commanding presence, and focused gaze immediately drew attention. His eyes landed on Piya, and for a brief moment, he paused. Then he spoke in his firm, controlled tone, "Miss Basu, your outfit is not what you wear as an intern."
The words hit Piya like a sudden wave. She froze, glancing at herself in panic. She looked down at her beige shirt and black trousers; everything seemed appropriate, yet everyone was staring at her. Her mind raced. What was wrong? Why was he saying this? Trying to compose herself, she blurted out, "Moon I-ii-i I'm sorry I'll take care form next time."
The word slipped out before she could stop herself. Moon.
The office seemed to hold its breath. Dhruv froze instantly. Piya's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she had said, and then her gaze fell on Pihu, who smirked knowingly. "I'll wear appropriate clothes form next time Moon, sorry once again," Piya muttered, trembling with self-consciousness.
The word 'Moon' hit Dhruv like a memory, flooding him with past emotions. He remembered her saying, "Mera chaand ho aap... I love you Moon," His chest tightened as he recalled her voice from the past. For a moment, he was lost, forgetting everything around him, only seeing her - Piya, with her panicked, innocent expression.
( You are my moon...I love you Moon)
Stepping closer, he instinctively cupped her face in his hands. "Butterfly, calm down, it's okay just breathe," he said in a soft, lost tone. She blinked, her heart skipping a beat as the nickname reached her ears. She took a deep breath, one, then another, slowly calming down, not realizing he was holding her face in his hands.
Regaining his composure, Dhruv stepped back slightly and spoke louder, ensuring everyone heard him, "Baby, I'm not talking about you, okay? Don't worry Butterfly, hmm?" His tone left no doubt - his Butterfly was not Pihu.
Piya, still confused, murmured in her lost tone, "Then I'm Piya Basu, so who else are you talking about?" Her innocence made his heart ache. Dhruv's eyes softened as he said, "To with Miss Basu," and then turned his attention to Pihu.
Pihu, huffing dramatically, said, "Hawww Dhruv, why are you speaking like this? You like these kind of clothes, right?" Her tone was fake and over the top. Dhruv frowned, annoyed at her manipulative attitude, but before he could respond, his phone rang. Aarav's name flashed on the screen.
He glanced at it and straightened immediately. "Varsha, please handle the interns and assist them. I have work. Aarav bhai is calling me." He left, leaving the office buzzing with unspoken tension.
Piya, meanwhile, overthought Pihu's words. "You like these kind of clothes, right?" Did Dhruv like bold, flashy outfits? Was she too simple? Was she not enough? She bit her lip, lost in self-doubt, unaware that Dhruv had already made it clear to everyone - his Butterfly was Piya, not Pihu.
Varsha, observing quietly, noticed everything. Every glance, every soft tone in Dhruv's words toward Piya. A slow, calculating smile appeared on her face as she silently declared a war of her own. Piya didn't know it yet, but she was already in the battlefield.
LOS ANGLES
The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of RJ Fashions Ltd, casting long golden streaks across the polished conference room. Diya sat at the corner of the table, trying not to draw attention to herself, though she already knew she couldn't hide - her energy was too vivid, too alive.
The office buzzed with activity. Phones rang. Designers rushed to submit sketches. Interns scribbled notes like their lives depended on it. And there, behind his sleek mahogany desk, Viransh sat like a king observing his kingdom. Calm. Precise. Dangerous.
Diya's eyes darted toward him. The sharp charcoal suit clung to his broad shoulders, his ocean-blue gaze scanning documents, but somehow - inevitably - drifting toward her every few seconds. She felt her heart speed up. He hadn't said a word yet, but the way he watched her made her feel exposed, alive, and... slightly mischievous.
She decided to tease him a little. Leaning over her tablet, she whispered just loud enough, "Sir... I think the margins in the summer collection are off."
He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows raising in mock annoyance. "Are you questioning me now, Miss Kasani?"
Her lips curved. "I'm not questioning, sir. I'm just... suggesting."
A silence stretched between them, only punctuated by the click of his pen. Then he leaned back in his chair, eyes darkening slightly, and said, "Suggest wisely. I have very little patience for... mistakes."
She smirked, ignoring the flutter in her chest.
By noon, the office meetings were a whirlwind. Diya moved gracefully from team to team, helping with layouts, suggesting color palettes, and catching minor mistakes before anyone else could. Viransh, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and... irritation. He didn't like that she was doing so well, but he also couldn't deny that she belonged here.
At one point, a tray of refreshments arrived. Diya poured herself a glass of juice and accidentally brushed her hand against his as he reached for the same glass. A spark ran through her, and she quickly pulled back, pretending nothing happened. But he didn't move his hand away, keeping it there for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
Later, when the team left for a brief break, Diya turned toward him, bold as ever. "Sir... you've been sitting there all day. We should... go shopping. We need a break from spreadsheets and fabrics."
He raised a brow, trying not to smile. "Shopping? Now? We have at least three more meetings scheduled today."
She tilted her head, her expression serious. "Sir... stress affects performance. And I need new shoes."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You really know how to make demands, don't you?"
"I'm just... very persuasive," she said, batting her eyelashes in mock innocence.
By the time lunch rolled around, Diya was starting to feel her period cramps intensify - the dull ache in her abdomen making her wince as she tried to focus on the designs spread before her. Viransh noticed immediately, though he didn't comment in front of the team.
Later, when they were alone in the conference room, he slid a small box across the table toward her.
"Chocolates?" she asked, blinking in surprise.
He smirked. "For... morale."
She laughed softly, biting her lip. "Sir... you really spoil me."
"And you enjoy it," he said, calm but teasing.
"Yes," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for him to catch.
Diya and Viransh wrapped up their meetings and finally stepped into the elevator. Her phone buzzed, reminding her she needed to run errands for the penthouse before the evening party.
"Sir... about shopping," she began, eyes hopeful.
He crossed his arms, leaning against the elevator wall, pretending to look unamused. "You mean your next demand?"
She stepped closer, lifting her chin. "I insist."
He let out a slow sigh. "Fine. But only because I need to see how convincing you can be in person."
Her lips curved into a victorious smile.
"Also..." she added, lowering her voice slightly, "I might need some new work outfits too. You know... office-approved."
He groaned dramatically. "Miss Kasani... you really enjoy turning me into a personal shopper."
She just laughed.
By the time they arrived at the boutique, Diya's mood swings from the period and constant stress melted into something lighter. She tried on dress after dress, holding up each to him for approval, but he didn't need her to ask. He watched her closely, his gaze softening every time she twirled in front of the mirror.
"You're... stunning," he finally said, his voice low. "Every outfit, every look... just... you."
She froze, cheeks warming. "Sir..."
"No... I mean it," he said, stepping closer. "Don't look so innocent. You're supposed to take notes, not distract me entirely."
Her lips twitched with a smile, and she shook her head, already imagining the teasing she would do later when they were alone.
The day ended with bags in hand and a renewed closeness between them, the air thick with unspoken words, laughter, and that subtle tension that neither could ignore.
As they drove back to the penthouse, Diya leaned back in her seat, sighing. "Sir... thank you for today."
He glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Don't thank me yet. The evening party is just the beginning."
She tilted her head, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Oh? Are you planning to be jealous again?"
He smirked knowingly, the city lights reflecting in his deep blue eyes. "I never need to plan, Miss Kasani. It just... happens."
Diya laughed softly, burying her face in her hands. She had no idea how right he was.
Mumbai - Dhruv and Piya
It had been almost a week since Piya joined the company as an intern, and the office already felt like a battlefield for her. Varsha's subtle barbs, the extra tasks, and the whispers behind her back seemed endless.
Dhruv noticed it all, as he always did. But he felt nothing for her anymore. Piya was his past. Pihu was his present. That was the only truth that mattered to him. He didn't intervene. He didn't protect her out of emotion or care for her heart. He protected her simply to maintain order - to make sure the workplace didn't spiral into chaos - nothing more.
For Piya, though, every glance, every whisper cut deep.
"Who knows what she did to Dhruv sir that he left her..."
"She acts so innocent... but she's just trying too hard."
"Pihu handles herself, but Piya... she's a mess."
"She's always sensitive... just for attention from men here."
Each comment felt like a sting. She tried to keep composure, but it was too much. That afternoon, the whispers followed her to a quiet corner near the washroom, and she broke.
Sitting on the cold floor, hugging her knees, tears fell freely. "Why... why did you leave me, Moon?" she hiccuped. "Because of you... everyone's calling me names. I don't know why... Why did you leave me? Is it... because Pihu is... better than me? She always says it... I hate myself. Why did I even get into a relationship with you?"
Her sobs shook her body. The office noises - the typing, the phones ringing, the low murmurs - faded into nothingness. For the first time, she allowed herself to just feel.
After a long while, she wiped her tears, inhaled deeply, and straightened her back. There were faint traces of pain on her face, but determination replaced despair. She couldn't let office gossip define her. Pulling herself up from the corner, she gathered her remaining work and went back to her tasks, silently carrying both her hurt and her resolve.
Dhruv glanced at her from his desk. He didn't feel anything - no longing, no guilt, no regret. She was her own person now, and he was firmly anchored in his present. He made a mental note to ensure no one interfered unnecessarily with her work, but that was purely procedural. Nothing else.
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The office was a battlefield for Piya. Every day, she felt like a target. Varsha’s jealousy had reached new heights, and it wasn’t just words anymore — she had begun orchestrating situations to make Piya uncomfortable. The subtle smirks, the half-hearted compliments, the “innocent” nudges — it was all calculated.
Some of the men in the office, drawn to Piya’s genuine personality and easy charm, started approaching her. Conversations that should have been professional quickly blurred lines. She was kind, intelligent, and effortlessly poised — qualities that invited attention, and attention was exactly what Varsha wanted to exploit.
Naksh, one of the office’s most notorious flirtatious employees, had always kept a wary eye on Piya. From the first day, his look toward her had been anything but innocent. And now, with Varsha quietly nudging him, Naksh had found his opportunity. A new project required each intern to work under an employee, and fate, or perhaps Varsha’s manipulation, placed Piya and Naksh on the same team.
Dhruv, ever observant, noticed the subtle provocations but felt nothing for her anymore. Piya was his past; Pihu was his present. He kept things in check purely professionally, ensuring the project stayed on track without involving himself emotionally.
That evening, Piya had a file to submit to Dhruv. She walked to his floor, heart pounding, only to freeze at the sounds coming from inside his cabin. Huffing. Moaning. She stopped dead in her tracks, a cold shock running through her veins.
“Sir… it’s wrong… why are you doing this to me?” she whispered under her breath.
Her mind spun in disbelief. I’m better than Pihu… I can’t believe this is happening… this isn’t Dhruv, this isn’t my Dhruv…
Her hand trembled over the folder. Slowly, she composed herself, blinking back the hurt that threatened to betray her. She knocked softly and stepped inside.
“Come in,” Dhruv’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
“Sir… these files… Varsha ma’am told me to hand them to you,” she said, placing them on his desk.
Dhruv’s eyes met hers briefly. “Is there anything else to speak?”
“No, sir,” she replied, her voice strained.
“Then why are you staring at my face? I don’t pay anyone to waste time like this,” he said coldly.
Her eyes widened, hurt flashing like a spark, but she turned sharply and left without another word. Dhruv didn’t even glance her way after that.
Hours passed. By now, the office was nearly empty. The clock showed 2 a.m., and Piya, buried under a mountain of unfinished tasks, was finally ready to leave. As she packed her things, Dhruv appeared behind her, his expression briefly flickering with surprise.
“What are you doing here at this hour?” he asked.
“I’m working,” she replied shortly, her voice clipped.
“You may leave now,” he said, turning away.
Just then, Pihu appeared from behind him, leaning casually. “Dhruvvvv, babe, please drop me at my place.”
He hummed and followed her out without a glance at Piya. She was left standing alone, frustration and hurt coiling in her chest. She reached for her phone to book a cab when it rang — a video call from Diya.
“Where the hell are you, Miss Basu?” Diya’s sharp tone demanded attention.
Piya’s voice was low. “Office…”
She noticed Ananta and Arya on the call as well. Her shoulders sagged, and her eyes reflected the exhaustion and weight of the evening.
Arya asked softly, concern lacing her tone, “What happened, bbg? Why do you look so low?”
Piya let out a huff, frustration spilling over. “Why did you help Dhruv, Diya? If you hadn’t helped him, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with him in the first place…” Her voice broke slightly.
Diya’s eyes softened, pain etching across her features. “What did he do now?”
Piya didn’t respond. Ananta’s voice cut through sharply.
“Pihu was moaning in his cabin, and now you guys are smart enough to understand what happened further,” Piya said, her words trembling with both anger and sorrow.
Diya gasped, Arya was stunned, and Ananta’s teeth gritted in silent fury. Piya’s eyes welled with tears.
I hate to admit it… I still love him, even after everything he’s done. I just hope one day he realizes his mistakes and regrets it. But I’ll never forgive him.
She whispered shakily, her heart aching.
Ananta had already started the car, Arya sitting beside her. It was late, and the city outside was dark and quiet, but the tension in the car was palpable.
LOS ANGELES
DIYAS POV
“Diyuuu bbg, please help me yaar. I don’t know what to do. I really love her. Please help me make Piya fall for me.”
Dhruv’s voice was unusually restless, almost desperate — something I wasn’t used to seeing in him.
I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms as I leaned back slightly.
“Dhruv, no. You’re a playboy. I don’t like your playboy self. I’m friends with you only because of your friendly side.”
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing slightly like a man who had no idea how to deal with his own feelings.
“Diyu yaar, I’ve stopped flirting with women now. All Indians are my sisters… except Piya Basu,” he said, almost like he was making a serious pledge.
I chuckled at that, shaking my head lightly. Anyone else would’ve thought he was joking, but something about his tone felt different — almost real.
For a moment, I just watched him. He looked… sincere. And that was rare.
He was honestly in love.
The thought made me pause.
And then, just as quickly, another thought followed — heavier, sharper.
He loved her? Seriously?
My smile faded slightly.
She’s in tears… and he doesn’t care? Wow.
Something didn’t add up. The Dhruv standing in front of me now, claiming love, didn’t match the one hurting Piya.
A bitter chuckle escaped my lips as I looked away.
I swear… I’ll find out the reason behind everything. Definitely, I will.
Because this wasn’t just confusion anymore.
This was something deeper.
And I wasn’t going to ignore it.
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