It was nine o clock at night. The streets of the city were drenched with heavy rain. Manvi was running towards the bus stop with fast steps, trying to handle her broken umbrella. Her life was going through a very difficult phase right now. Her mother was very sick in the hospital, and the entire financial burden of the family was on her shoulders alone. She desperately needed a good job with a decent salary so that she could stand on her own feet and live with self respect in this harsh society. The wind was blowing hard, and her clothes were completely soaked, but she could not stop. She had to catch the last bus back home.
Suddenly, a fast moving, luxurious black Rolls Royce car came out of nowhere and stopped right next to her with a loud screech. The dirty rain water splashed from the car wheels fell all over Manvi s face and her only neat clothes. Manvi stood there in shock for a moment, looking at her ruined dress.
Hey! Can t you drive carefully? Do you think you own the road just because you have a big car? Manvi shouted angrily, hitting the car window hard with her bare hand. She did not care who was inside; her anger was justified.
The dark tinted car window rolled down very slowly. A very handsome, powerful, and well dressed man was sitting inside the luxurious cabin. There was a strange pride, authority, and ultimate coldness in his dark eyes. He looked like someone who ruled the world. He was none other than the city s biggest billionaire business tycoon, Rajveer Singh Rathore. He was the CEO and the absolute boss of the Rathore Group of Companies. He was a man feared by his enemies and respected by the elite.
Rajveer looked at Manvi with sharp, freezing eyes. Anger was clearly visible on his face because no one had ever dared to hit his car before. But when he saw the immense self respect and fire in Manvi s eyes, he was secretly surprised. Until today, every girl he met tried to please him, but this girl was standing in the heavy rain, looking directly into his eyes with pure courage.
Do you even know who you are talking to, girl? Rajveer s voice had a deep, commanding tone that could easily make anyone shake with fear.
Whoever you are, a prince or a billionaire, you have no right to insult a poor person s dignity! Having money is a good thing, sir, but having basic manners is even more important. Your expensive car cannot buy you the right to ruin someone s day without an apology, Manvi said fearlessly, wiping the water from her face.
Rajveer did not say a word in response. He just stared at her face for a long time, measuring her confidence. He then took out an elegant, expensive business card from his pocket and handed it out of the window to Manvi.
Come to the head office of Rathore Corporation tomorrow morning at exactly nine o clock. I need a personal secretary who is exactly this fearless, sharp, and honest. The monthly salary will be way more than your expectations, Rajveer said coldly.
Manvi looked at the premium card in her hand, which had Rajveer Singh Rathore - CEO written on it in beautiful golden letters. Before she could say anything, the car window rolled up, and the black car disappeared into the dark rain within seconds. Manvi stood there alone under the dim street light, her heart beating extremely fast. She could not understand whether this strange meeting was a new door of destiny opened by God or the beginning of a big trouble. But she looked at the card and decided that she would definitely go to that corporate office tomorrow morning to change her life and fulfill her dreams. This was the exact beginning of her heart s obsession and an untold story.