The Mumbai rains were in full swing. The drops falling from the sky were enough to soak anyone standing on the street. It was 11 o'clock at night. Ananya was riding her old scooter through the heavy rain, trying to reach home.
The laptop bag slung over her shoulder felt even heavier. Today had been a nightmare for her. Her grumpy boss had publicly reprimanded her for a minor mistake, and now this rain!"Oh God! Just please take me home somehow," Ananya prayed to herself.
"Oh God! Just please take me home somehow," Ananya prayed to herself.Suddenly, a bright headlight from behind pierced her eyes. A luxurious black Rolls Royce Ghost came roaring through the air and passed right next to Ananya's scooter.
Dirty water that had accumulated on the road splashed down on Ananya like a huge fountain."Ah! Are you crazy?!" Ananya yelled, slamming on the brakes.
Her scooter narrowly escaped slipping. She was drenched from head to toe in mud and water. Her white kurta was now completely ruined. Red with anger, Ananya, without hesitation, sped off on her scooter after the car.
The car stopped at the gate of the city's most expensive hotel, 'The Imperial'.Ananya stopped her scooter with a loud thud right behind the car. As the car door opened, a driver wearing white gloves got out and opened an umbrella.
A man stepped out from the back seat.Six feet tall, with an athletic build and a navy blue Armani suit. His features seemed to have been carefully crafted by a sculptor.
His eyes held a strange, cold glint that could frighten anyone.He was Aryan Mehra - the sole heir of Mehra Industries and the most ruthless business tycoon in the city."Excuse me, Mister!" Ananya got off the scooter and stood in front of him.
Aryan, who was about to enter the hotel, stopped. He slowly turned his head and saw the girl, who was completely drenched and trembling with anger.
"Don't you know how to drive? I would have fallen over because of you!" Ananya said loudly.
Aryan's bodyguards moved to remove her, but Aryan stopped them with a wave of his hand.
He fixed his cold gaze on Ananya's face.
"Small vehicles often get stuck in the mud on the road, Miss..." Aryan's voice was heavy and calm, but there was a strange arrogance in it."Small cars? Your expensive car doesn't give you the right to disrespect others!" Ananya said, looking him straight in the eye.
Aryan had never been answered like this before. People kept their voices low around him, and this girl was yelling in his face.Aryan took his wallet from his coat pocket and, without saying a word, extended a wad of five thousand rupee notes toward her. "Here.
Buy a new kurta and get that garbage truck of yours serviced. Now get out of my way."Ananya's blood boiled. She snatched the notes. Aryan thought she had agreed, but the next moment, Ananya threw them all into the rain.
"Keep the money in your pocket, Mr. Mehra. Values are not available in the market. Next time you walk on the road, carry humanity with you," Ananya said, turned the key of her scooter and left.
Aryan stood there, raindrops falling on his face, but his attention was focused on the girl who had disappeared into the darkness."Sir, does this girl…" the bodyguard wanted to ask.
"No," Aryan said with a faint smile. "Find out his name. I want to see where this little creature got such courage."Aryan didn't know that this meeting wasn't just a coincidence.
The next day, when Ananya arrived at Mehra Industries for her new job interview, she had no idea that her new boss would be the same "Mr. Attitude."