After completing her graduation, Sia gave several interviews one after another hoping for a job that could change her life. But luck wasn't on her side. Coming from a poor family, she had always known the weight of responsibilities. Her father had taken a massive loan from the Khurana family one of the richest and most powerful families in the country. The Khuranas owned an international empire, the Khurana Group, and earned billions across the world.
Now, that burden had fallen on her.
Sia lived with her younger sister, Jaya, who was still pursuing her studies. Their father had passed away, leaving behind nothing but debt and sorrow. To survive, Sia worked at a small jewelry store in the city, handling sales. It wasn't the life she dreamed of, but she didn't have the luxury to dream anymore.
That morning, she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair quietly. She wore a simple, plain dress and did light makeup just enough to look presentable. Her eyes looked tired, but there was strength in them.
She picked up her worn-out bag, gave a soft smile to Jaya who was still asleep, and stepped out into the world once again hoping that maybe, just maybe, today something would change.
The jewelry store buzzed with excitement that morning. It was unusual. The staff, especially the saleswomen, were unusually giddy, huddled together behind the counters, whispering like schoolgirls.
"You heard? Mr. Khurana is coming today!" one of them whispered, her eyes wide.
Another one chimed in, scrolling through her phone. "I saw his picture on social media. He's seriously handsome—like out of a movie."
"Show me! Show me too!" a third one leaned in eagerly.
But in the corner of the store, Sia stayed quiet, polishing a necklace for the display. Her hands moved with practiced grace, her eyes distant.
She didn't have time for gossip. She barely had time to breathe.
Life hadn't been kind to her. The debt her father left behind had chained her to this world where there was no space for dreams. Her only priority now was earning enough to make sure her sister, Jaya, didn't have to live the same hard life.
To the others, Sia was invisible—just a background figure.
They had nicknames for her.
"Silent Selling."
She never talked unless a customer asked something. She didn't laugh, didn't gossip, didn't join their lunch breaks.
Some even called her "ghost."
A ghost, they joked, born by mistake in a human world, trapped in a human body, clueless about how to act like a normal girl.
Others preferred to call her "alien."
Alien to their jokes, alien to their fashion sense, alien to their friendship.
But Sia didn't care.
Whatever they thought of her—it didn't matter.
She wasn't here to impress anyone. She was here to survive.
She was here for her sister.
She tightened her grip around the bracelet she was holding and whispered silently to herself,
"I won't let Jaya live the life I'm living. I won't."
A sudden burst of loud noise erupted from outside the showroom.
Excited chatter, hurried footsteps, and the sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor filled the air.
The saleswomen nearly dropped everything as they rushed toward the front entrance, whispering in gasps.
"He's here!"
"Look at him… oh my God, he's even more handsome in real life!"
Outside, a tall man in a sleek black coat walked down the corridor with a commanding presence. His steps were calm but powerful, like the world itself shifted to make way for him. His face was sharp—chiselled jawline, intense eyes, and an aura that screamed authority.
Mr. Aditya Khurana had arrived.
One of the senior managers stepped forward quickly, bowing slightly. "Mr. Aditya Khurana, welcome, sir," he said respectfully, motioning for him to follow. "This way, please."
This store, after all, belonged to the Khurana Group. The very place Sia worked.
From a distance, Sia paused, holding a velvet box in her hands, watching silently. She didn't rush like the others. Her eyes briefly rested on him—but there was no fascination in them. Just a quiet awareness.
She knew who he was. Everyone did. The heir of the Khurana empire. The man behind billion-dollar deals. The man people feared… or admired from afar.
But for Sia, he was just another name in a world far above hers.
She turned back to her work, uninterested in pretending like the others.
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Behind the scenes, someone else watched her closely.
Rajveer.
He stood by the billing counter, adjusting files, but his eyes followed Sia in silence. He had known her for three years—ever since her father passed away. He was the one who quietly offered her this job, not through power, but through compassion.
He wasn't a big shot, just a loyal accountant for the Khurana Group. But he knew Sia's struggles better than anyone.
He had seen her come in drenched in rain. Seen her work without breaks. Seen her eyes—those tired but determined eyes.
There was something in his heart for her. A feeling that had grown slowly, over the years. He had never confessed it—not because he lacked courage, but because he respected her space. He knew she dreamed of a better life, a white-collar government job. She didn't want to be stuck here forever.
So he waited.
Quietly helping when he could.
Quietly admiring from afar.
But today was different. Today, Aditya Khurana had entered her world.
And things... were about to change.