Weeks passed.
Kiara's energy spread across the office like sunshine. Productivity improved. People laughed more. Even Aarav found excuses to visit the marketing floor.
He told himself it was "professional supervision."
But it wasn't.
One evening, they were the last two in the office. A heavy rainstorm trapped them inside.
The power flickered.
Kiara walked to the huge glass window overlooking the city. "Rain makes everything honest," she said softly. "It washes away fake things."
Aarav stood beside her. For the first time, he wasn't the CEO. He was just… a man.
"Why are you always so happy?" he asked.
She smiled. "Because life is short. And I don't want to waste it being serious."
He looked at her — really looked at her.
And something shifted.
That night, he realized something dangerous:
He was falling in love.
But Kiara was unpredictable. She was wild, emotional, impulsive. She once organized an office dance flash mob without permission. She brought street food into board meetings. She argued with him without fear.
She was chaos.
And he was control.
Yet somehow… they fit.