𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Characters and introduction:

The youngest heir of the Yaduvanshi family, a sunshine CEO with a charming smile and a reputation for turning impossible deals into success stories.
The world assumed he had grown up loved.

They were wrong.

He was only three when his mother died.
His father never woke up from the coma that followed.
Love surrounded him, yet never belonged to him.

So Aarav learned to mask emptiness with chaos.
Bad jokes in board meetings.
Random smiles.
And KitKat chocolates hidden in office drawers like stolen treasures.

Aarohi was twenty-three and tired far beyond her years.

She lost her parents at seven in an accident that never truly closed its wounds.
From that day onward, her uncle reminded her daily that her father had been unfaithful to the company.
That his mistakes were the reason their business collapsed.

She grew up swallowing taunts like medicine. Bitter, necessary, unavoidable.

When her father’s old friend offered her a job, she accepted without questions.
A secretary’s position.
A chance to survive.

What she didn’t reveal was the truth.

Aarohi was a secret agent from Prishta Industries.
Her mission was simple.
Steal the property files.
Destroy the Yaduvanshi empire from the inside.

What she didn’t know was simpler and far more dangerous.

Aarav was her boss.

She thought he was chaotic.
An idiot, sometimes.
A grown man who hoarded chocolates and spoke nonsense at the worst moments.

He thought she was sharp-tongued.
Cold.
Unimpressed by his charm.

Between her taunts and his ridiculous comebacks, something shifted.
Arguments turned into laughter.
Silence became comfortable.

And somewhere between stolen glances and silly fights,
two broken people forgot their pasts.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.

When duty clashes with desire,
will Aarohi choose her mission or the man she never meant to love?

And when Aarav discovers the truth,
will chaos finally destroy the one thing that felt real?

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Armaan × Shaakshi:

Shaakshi was twenty-seven and terrifyingly good at her job.

A criminal lawyer who knew how to read lies between words, who defended monsters without flinching and believed justice was never clean.
She thought she understood darkness.

Then there was Armaan.

Thirty-eight.
A mafia leader whose name carried weight and fear in equal measure.
Danger wrapped in calm authority.

They should never have crossed paths.
They did.

And against every rule, they fell in love.

Their life looked complete from the outside.

A five-year-old boy with his father’s sharp eyes.
A baby girl who slept curled against Shaakshi’s heartbeat.
A home filled with laughter, arguments, and stolen moments of peace.

Shaakshi believed happiness had finally chosen her.

She was wrong.