Short Story. No unnecessary characters. Very rare plot.
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In the glass-and-steel heart of the city, one woman’s word is absolute. In the silent sanctuary of the soul, one man’s devotion is unbreakable.

Smriti is the architect of a global empire, a CEO whose beauty is as legendary as her cold, calculating ruthlessness. She has spent her life acquiring everything she ever desired, convinced that power is the only truth and wealth is the only safety. But when she encounters Manu, an unremarkable employee with an extraordinary sense of peace, the foundation of her world begins to crack.

Manu wants nothing that Smriti can offer. He lives a life of profound surrender, a "divine play" where he is merely an actor performing for a higher source. To a woman used to owning souls, Manu’s non-attachment is the ultimate provocation.

Driven by a hunger she cannot name, Smriti descends into a dark, obsessive quest to possess the one man who is truly free. As she attempts to pull him into her gilded cage, she finds herself drawn instead into his world of silence and chanting. To have him, she must face the one thing she fears most: the annihilation of her own ego.

How do you capture a heart that has already let go of the world?

Divine Love is an exploration of the thin line between obsession and devotion. It is a story of power meeting peace, where a "Goddess of Commerce" must decide if she is willing to lose everything including herself to become a part of a script she didn't write.

"Let's see what happens when I become impossible to ignore." She said confidently.


"In your home?" Manu said, blinking once.


"Miss… Miss, I don't want to trouble you with anything."


There was no calculation behind the words. No attempt to negotiate. No excitement.


I let out a soft, melodic laugh sweet enough to sound harmless, hollow enough to be anything but. Rising from the desk, I walked toward him again, each step deliberate, weighted with intent. I stopped so close that the heat of my body pressed into his space, an invitation, or a cage.


"Trouble me?" I repeated, tasting the word like it didn't belong in my world.


I reached up and adjusted his collar, my fingers lingering deliberately against the warm skin of his neck.


"Manu," I said quietly, "you have no idea."


"You are the most troubling thing that has ever entered this office."


Most men would be calculating the raise, the prestige, or the sheer luck of living in a mansion with a woman like me. But he didn't care about the money. He didn't even ask about the salary. That lack of worldly desire made my pulse race with a dark, territorial hunger.


"I… I only meant," he said carefully, choosing his words the way a technician chooses tools, "that I don't need much, miss. If it's inconvenient, I can manage from my place."


"You don't care about the gold, do you?" I whispered. "Not the luxury. Not the status."


"Miss everybody cares about money.. I do too." He realized that he needed to sound normal.


So I stopped listening to the words and started watching the truth.


"You won't be a trouble, Manu," I said softly.


I stepped closer, invading what little space he had left.


"I want to see what happens to that calm of yours," I continued, voice lowering, tightening,


"When you're surrounded by my scent, eating at my table, sleeping under my roof."


My fingers brushed his wrist, possessive, certain.


I leaned in, breath warm against his skin, eyes bright with something sharp and unhinged.


"I've already had your things moved from your apartment," I said smoothly.


"You aren't going back there. From now on, your world starts and ends with me."


I reached for his hand, grip firm, unquestioning, and turned toward the private elevator.


"Come. The car is waiting. Soundproofed, just for you."


The calm cracked not into fear, not into anger but into something firm and unmistakable.


"I am going back there." Manu said quietly.


I turned, startled by the sudden weight in his voice.


Chapter 4 - How dare they?