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Reyan Singhania…
A name that was synonymous with power, royalty, and class in the business world. Multi-million-dollar companies, a luxurious lifestyle, and a charm that could make any girl fall for him at first sight. There was a strange stillness in his deep eyes—as if he lived in a world completely separate from everyone else.
But even among countless girls, Reyan's heart had never beaten for anyone. He never let anyone come close, never allowed anyone to reach his heart.
People said he was cold and arrogant, but the truth was that he considered love nothing more than a joke.
And then there was a high-profile event—his college function.
Bored, Reyan was watching the crowd when his gaze suddenly shifted to the stage.
On the stage, a girl was dancing… or rather, a fairy.
Long hair, a delicate face, pink lips, and such innocence in those eyes that anyone's heart would be drawn to her.
Her name was Ansh.
Reyan couldn't take his eyes off her. For the first time, something stirred in his heart.
For the first time, he felt like someone was touching him from within. At that moment, he didn't know that she wasn't a girl—but a boy.
To him, she was simply the most beautiful girl in his world.
As soon as the event ended, Reyan had her searched for.
His desire to have her slowly turned into obsession.
He wanted Ansh to become his "fake girlfriend"—so that he could maintain a perfect image in front of business partners, family, and the media.
But the truth was, even he couldn't understand whether this was just a show or the beginning of something real in his heart.
Every smile of Ansh, every word, every shy glance pulled him deeper.
Reyan, who had never let anyone get close, was breaking all his rules for Ansh.
But the story doesn't end here…
The biggest truth is yet to come.
When Reyan finds out that Ansh is not a girl, but a boy…
Will his love break?
Or will he fight society, his mindset, and his fears to accept Ansh just the way he is?
Was this just an obsession…
Or is it the beginning of a bond between two hearts that rises above every barrier?
Chapter - 1
It was 8 a.m. in the morning.
The sun was slowly rising behind the tall buildings of Mumbai, but the atmosphere outside Bansal Company was anything but calm. Anger, frustration, and rebellion were thick in the air.
Around 300 workers of Bansal Company, a software development firm in Mumbai, were standing outside on strike, shouting slogans—
"Reyan Singhania, down down!"
There was exhaustion on their faces, anger in their eyes, and fear in their hearts—fear of what would happen to their future if the company was sold.
The guards tried hard to stop them, but the people were stubborn. They refused to move until Reyan Singhania himself came out and spoke to them.
The noise of the crowd echoed against the company walls, sounding even more terrifying—like a warning before a storm.
Reyan Singhania was considered the king of the business world. People called him a business shark, because whatever came under Reyan's shadow became his—whether it was a business deal or a person. He had the power to buy anything and anyone.
His name itself was both fear and temptation—some worshipped him like a god, while others considered him a devil.
Reyan was handsome and extremely charming. His intoxicating blue eyes reflected his royalty, and anyone could fall for his charm at first glance.
But more dangerous than his beauty were his cold eyes—eyes that could break a person without even touching them.
Among the crowd stood a man named Akash, Reyan's assistant. Looking at his wristwatch, he said,
"Boss will be here any moment. I don't know how he'll react after seeing this drama."
His voice clearly showed concern, because he knew Reyan hated drama.
Just then, a long black luxury car stopped outside the company gate. The car was so grand that everyone present went silent, staring at it.
For a few seconds, the crowd's noise stopped—as if everyone had stopped breathing.
A man stepped out from the front seat—Reyan's bodyguard. Holding an umbrella, he opened the back door and stood there.
A man wearing a black suit, a silver tie, and golden sunglasses stepped out of the car. His walk carried not confidence but arrogance—as if the entire world was in his fist.
As soon as he stepped out, his assistant Akash leaned toward him and whispered,
"Boss, they've been on strike since morning. We tried to explain, but they're not listening."
That man was Reyan Singhania.
He took off his sunglasses and handed them to his bodyguard, who quickly stood behind him holding the umbrella.
Reyan's blue eyes fell on the crowd, and an unfamiliar fear settled in every man's heart.
Looking at the crowd, Reyan said in a cold voice,
"The face that gathered this useless crowd should be present in this crowd too, right?"
A man stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of him.
"Yes, you're right," he said, his voice trembling, but he refused to back down.
Reyan looked at him coldly and said,
"So tell me, what problem do you people have?"
The man quickly replied,
"We have given five years of our lives to this company, and you can't just take it away from us like this."
Reyan said in a harsh voice,
"Do you know the difference between a human and an animal? A human walks on two legs and works with two hands, but hunger erases the difference between them."
His voice had no emotion, no mercy—just truth, which felt even more painful.
Then he added,
"I've heard you all haven't received your salaries for three months."
The man immediately said,
"This company is like a mother to us. We worship it. We will not leave this company. No matter how much you try to buy us, you won't understand our feelings. You don't even have a heart."
There were tears in his eyes, but also anger and pain in his voice.
Reyan looked at him with his dark gaze and said,
"You're wrong. I do have a heart. I just don't listen to it much."
Saying this, he took out a cigarette from inside his coat and placed it between his lips. His bodyguard lit it for him.
The smoke spread in the air, along with the coldness of his words.
Taking a long drag, Reyan said,
"You all will get double salary for the last three months along with an increment. After that, leave this company."
Double salary with an increment—everyone on strike was shocked. The man quickly said,
"Think again, Mr. Singhania. There are 300 people here."
Reyan replied in a stern voice,
"When I say something, learn to listen the first time. And whether there are 300 people or 3000, Reyan Singhania never changes his decision."
With that, he threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his shoe, put on his sunglasses again, and walked into the office.
Reyan enters the office with his assistant and bodyguard and heads straight to the conference room.
Inside, Mr. Ritesh Bansal, the CEO of Bansal Company, and his manager were already present.
There was a strange silence in the room—as if everyone knew that today their fate would be decided.
As soon as Reyan arrived, the manager stood up, while the CEO sat there nervously, sweat clearly visible on his forehead.
The manager looked at the CEO and said,
"Sir, Mr. Reyan Singhania has arrived."
Ritesh Bansal was about to stand up, but Reyan calmly sat down on the chair like a king and said,
"It's okay, Mr. Bansal. Anyway, this company is still yours—for now. It hasn't fully become mine yet, so there's no need for formalities."
His tone was filled with sarcasm and confidence—as if he had already won.
The manager extended his hand and said,
"Hello, Mr. Singhania. My name is Varun."
Reyan replied in a cold, sharp voice,
"Let's not waste time on greetings. Get straight to the point."
The poor manager awkwardly said "Okay," lowered his hand, turned on the projector, and started explaining every detail about Bansal Company.
Meanwhile, Reyan ignored him and kept looking at something on his phone.
His attitude made it clear that for him, this meeting was just a formality—the game was already over.
Seeing Reyan's attitude, both the CEO and the manager started feeling uneasy.
After finishing the presentation, the manager sat back and looked at the CEO.
Then the CEO looked at Reyan and said,
"I will sell this company to you for 250 crores, so you—"
Before he could finish, Reyan interrupted in a harsh voice,
"100 crores."
There was no doubt in his voice—it wasn't a bargain, it was an order.
The CEO quickly said,
"I've been running this company for the past 12 years. This company is like my child. I love it very much. Only 100 crores would be a huge loss for me."
Reyan gave a sarcastic smile and said,
"You're calling this company your child, yet you're here to sell your child. What kind of love is that?"
The CEO was left speechless. Inside, he thought,
"If I weren't so helpless, I would never sell it to a man like you."
Reyan gestured slightly with his finger toward his assistant.
Understanding his boss, Akash stood up and turned on the projector. A video started playing.
The video contained proof of illegal activities done by Bansal Company—things only the CEO and manager knew about.
As the video played, Ritesh Bansal's face turned pale.
Fear was clearly visible in his eyes—the kind of fear that breaks a person from the inside.
Both the CEO and the manager stared at each other in shock, confused about how Reyan got all this information.
Reyan smiled coldly and said,
"I've proven what I needed to prove. The choice is yours—sell the company or go to jail."
His smile was like a devil's, as if he knew the other person was trapped.
The CEO remained silent, thinking what to do.
His heart was pounding, his hands were trembling, and only one thought kept repeating in his mind—I'm finished.
Reyan stood up and said in a commanding voice,
"My time is very precious. I'll give you 30 seconds to decide and tell me."
As the 30 seconds were about to end, only 5 seconds remained. Reyan started counting,
"5… 4… 3… 2—"
Before he could say 1, the CEO stood up and said,
"Fine. 100 crores."
A victorious smile appeared on Reyan's lips, like a hunter who had caught his prey.
He looked at the CEO and said,
"Congratulations, Mr. Bansal. My manager will handle the formalities. Now I have to leave—but this was really fun."
He was about to leave when Mr. Bansal shouted angrily,
"Mr. Singhania, I have never seen such a rude and disgusting person in my life. You ruined me. I wish you don't even get a place in hell."
His voice was full of anger, pain, and despair.
Reyan turned back, smiled, and said,
"That was a beautiful wish, Mr. Bansal. But not every person's dream comes true—because not everyone is Reyan Singhania."
With that, Reyan walked out of the conference room.
After he left, Ritesh Bansal collapsed onto the chair, as if all his strength was gone.
The room was completely silent—the silence of defeat.
Soon, Reyan reached his car. He looked at his assistant coldly and said,
"Renovate this company completely within two days. Hire new workers and restart the operations."
His assistant replied, "Okay, boss."
Reyan sat inside the car, the bodyguard locked the door and sat in the front seat, and the driver started the car.
As Reyan looked at Mumbai's shining streets through the window, there was no emotion in his eyes—only the shine of victory and the hunger to find his next prey.
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