Rishita_Garg

What happens when a hurricane disguised as a woman keeps accidentally ruining the life of a man who thrives on perfection? Aria Langley is sharp, stubborn, and has a strange habit of leaving chaos in her wake. Adrian Westwood is precise, polished, and perpetually unlucky whenever she's around. Their story doesn't begin with love at first sight. It begins with a flying laptop, a trip to the hospital, and a war of words.
In a world where laughter hides pain, secrets sleep beneath the surface, and some powers awaken only with love, this is the slow unfolding of two lives that were never supposed to intertwine. But fate, and disaster, have other plans.

A Beautiful Catastrophe Wife

Monday began with a minor mystery.

Adrian was reviewing security footage after noticing a strange alert on the hallway sensor.

Motion detected—no subject identified.

Nothing unusual at first. Then—there it was. A flicker. A shimmer. Something almost invisible, like a heat wave, crossing the corridor where Aria usually walked.

Meanwhile, Aria was at her desk, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach.

Her entire workspace was wrapped in bubble wrap.

From behind a cubicle, Darian popped up, grinning. "Welcome to Stage Two of Westwood Hazing. You survived the flying laptop; now try to survive the bubble wrap."

Zara appeared with a coffee in hand. "Consider it an office tradition."

Aria started peeling the layers, laughing despite herself.

"Your move, Darian," she said, plotting revenge.

Lunch on the rooftop was a welcome escape.

There, Aria met Talia, a quick-witted legal eagle with fiery red hair and an eye for gossip, and Kian, a tech whiz whose tattoos looked like they belonged in an anime convention.

Talia nudged her. "You're the infamous laptop lady, right? Heard you've been making quite the impression."

Kian smirked. "Adrian's not used to chaos, so you're officially our favorite disruptor."

Aria laughed, suddenly feeling like part of a team.

Back downstairs, Adrian's day took a serious turn.

A sharply dressed man with an accent that hinted at European roots entered the office. Introducing himself as Mr. Alaric Dane, he handed Adrian an old photo.

"Who is she?" Adrian asked, brows furrowed.

"Someone very important. Someone you need to find before others do," Alaric said gravely. "It concerns your employee... Miss Langley."

Adrian's mind raced. Was this connected to the strange sensor glitch? To the flicker he'd seen on the footage?

That night, Aria dreamed of her mother's voice, a lonely lighthouse, and a shadowy figure calling her name.

She woke with tingling fingers and a strange warmth in her body.

As if something inside her was waking up.

The lights in her apartment flickered.

Chapter Eight: Pranks, Pizza & The Mysterious Visitor