Chapter 7: A New Routine of Chaos and Charm

Mornings at Singh Enterprises had become predictable.

For Aditya Singh, it was another day of discipline, power, and perfection. For Avira, it was another day of running like her life depended on it—because, quite literally, it did.

She had unknowingly become a part of his world, even if she was the clumsy, loud, and chaotic part of it. And somehow, despite himself, Aditya found his eyes searching for her the moment he stepped into the office.

Every morning, she would rush in late, hair flowing in the morning sunlight, eyes twinkling with mischief, completely oblivious to the fact that her presence made his heart skip a beat. It frustrated him to no end.

What spell had this girl cast on him?

And then—one morning, she ruined his perfectly structured world in the most disastrous way possible.

Disaster in a Coffee Cup

It started with her running.

As usual, Avira was late, balancing a coffee cup in one hand and a stack of files in the other. She was muttering to herself, blabbering about how her boss was a khadoos (grumpy man) and how she should get an award for working under him.

Then, fate struck.

Or rather—she did. Straight into Aditya Singh.

The world slowed.

The moment her petite frame collided with his tall, strong one, the coffee flew out of her hands—landing directly on his expensive, limited-edition, designer shoes.

SILENCE.

Everyone in the hallway froze. His assistant turned pale. His brother, who happened to be walking by, stopped mid-step, eyes wide with horror.

Avira gasped. "Oh. My. God." She slowly looked up, straight into his piercing, furious eyes.

"Shit. I'm dead."

She forced out a sheepish smile. "Uhh… morning, Boss?"

Aditya took in a slow breath, his jaw tightening. His eyes darkened, voice dangerously low. "Get. Out. Of. My. Sight."

Avira let out a nervous chuckle, nodded, and turned to run.

But—BAM!

She tripped on her own foot, again. And this time, she knocked over an entire stack of important documents.

Papers flew. Files scattered. Chaos unfolded.

Now she was really, truly, absolutely dead.

Avira squeaked, jumping around like a rabbit, frantically collecting the documents. "No, no, no! This was not supposed to happen!" She grabbed one page, then another, running in circles as the loose sheets kept slipping away.

The office held its breath, waiting for Aditya's wrath to explode.

But instead…

Something unbelievable happened.

Aditya's assistant, who had been preparing for destruction, stared in disbelief. His usually fearsome boss wasn't yelling. He wasn't throwing cold, deadly threats.

Instead, he was… watching her.

And not just watching.

Hiding. A. Smile.

Yes. Aditya Singh—the ruthless, cold-hearted devil—was fighting back a smile.

Avira finally looked up—and caught him.

Her eyes widened. "WAIT. Did you just—smile?!"

His expression immediately turned blank. "Why would I smile at your stupidity?"

She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer. "Oh, Mr. Aditya, you're too late to lie. I SAW it."

His lips twitched, but he remained silent.

She smirked. "Admit it. You find me amusing."

He stepped forward, his towering presence making her heart skip a beat. "I find you reckless and completely incapable of handling a simple task properly."

She raised a brow, handing him the scattered papers. "Mmm… sure, Boss. Keep telling yourself that."

Turning away, she added with a cheeky grin, "By the way, I'm sorry for your branded shoes. They were nice while they lasted."

And just like that, she walked off—leaving behind a stunned office and an even more stunned Aditya.

The Teasing Begins

That evening, Aditya's father returned home with a dramatic declaration.

"Today… in office… Aditya smiled."

The entire Singh household froze.

Then, chaos.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"This calls for a celebration!"

"Wait… was it because of a girl?"

His brother smirked. "Who is she, Adi?"

His bhabhi gasped. "Maa, start preparing for the wedding!"

Aditya's ears turned slightly pink. "You all need help."

His mother joined in, clapping her hands in delight. "Bhagwan ji, finally! My son is a human!"

Aditya glared, but the light blush on his face betrayed him.

"Goodnight," he muttered, before escaping to his room.

As he lay on his bed, one thought refused to leave his mind.

Why did it feel so… right when she was around?