MINE,mr boss!

They became enemies the first day they met. Arjun Malhotra shut down companies with a signature. Cold, powerful, obsessive about control. Meera Sharma tore those signatures apart in court—calm, precise, and completely unimpressed by him. She challenged his company publicly, questioned his ethics, and refused to treat his power like something sacred. He hated that. She hated how closely he watched her. Every meeting was a battlefield. Every argument crackled with something neither of them named. He pushed, she resisted. She stood her ground, and that only made him more relentless. Arjun wanted to win—he always did—but with Meera, winning wasn’t enough. He wanted her attention, her defiance, her fire turned toward him. Meera saw the danger clearly. He was controlling, intense, used to getting what he wanted. And yet—he listened. He never underestimated her. Never tried to break her independence. That restraint unsettled her more than force ever could. Their enemies’ stares lasted too long. Their silences were too heavy. The tension between them wasn’t quiet—it was loud, sharp, unavoidable. They fought like rivals. They looked at each other like unfinished wars. And somewhere between hatred and respect, obsession and resistance, they crossed a line neither of them could retreat from