Novels by Arhaan

The descent in the private glass elevator felt less like a ride down the Empire Industries building and more like a plunge straight into hell. Aryan Singhania stared at his own reflection in the polished steel doors. He looked pathetic. The man looking back at him wasn't the billionaire tycoon who used to grace the covers of business magazines. He was a broken, humiliated servant.Special Assistant to the CEO.The title echoed in his mind like a cruel joke. He had signed his life, his freedom, and his pride away to the very woman he had once deemed unworthy of his name. Kiara was no longer the quiet, obedient wife who would wait up for him. She was a ruthless corporate predator, and he was her fresh prey.The elevator chimed, snapping him out of his miserable thoughts, and the doors opened to the bustling ground-floor lobby. The high-end café was packed with executives, lawyers, and business owners grabbing their afternoon caffeine fixes.Aryan stepped out, keeping his head low. He di

Silence stretched through the massive, luxurious office, a stark contrast to the chaotic storm raging inside Aryan Singhania’s mind. He was paralyzed. He was frozen. The air had completely left his lungs. He stood there, jaw slightly dropped, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, staring at the woman he had discarded like old furniture."Cat got your tongue, Aryan?" Kiara asked, her voice smooth and silky, yet carrying an edge sharp enough to cut through steel. She wasn't smiling anymore. Her expression was calm, composed, and absolutely terrifying."K-Kiara... How?" He finally choked out the words, his voice unrecognizable, trembling with shock and a creeping, primal fear. He didn’t understand anything. How did the naive, homely woman he knew become this goddess of corporate power? How did she become the mysterious CEO of Empire Industries, the very corporation that held his life in its hands?Kiara stood up slowly, her tailored navy suit accentuating her powerful, graceful movem

The rain was falling heavily. Lightning flashed in the dark sky.Aryan walked slowly towards his mansion. He didn't take a taxi. He couldn't. His credit cards were useless pieces of plastic now. His expensive suit was completely wet and ruined by the mud. He was shivering from the cold wind, but the cold inside his heart was much worse.He finally reached the big wooden doors of his house. He pushed them open. The house was quiet."Rhea?" Aryan called out. His voice sounded weak and broken.There was no answer.He walked up the grand stairs, leaving dirty water marks on the expensive carpet. He pushed open the door to his master bedroom.The room was a complete mess. The closet doors were wide open. All the expensive dresses, designer bags, and diamond shoes were gone from the shelves.Rhea was standing near the bed. She was wearing a stylish travel coat. She was trying to close a large, heavy suitcase.Aryan stared at her. His brain was working very slowly. "Rhea? What are you doing?

The Grand Royal Hotel was shining with lights. It was the biggest business party of the year. Every rich person in the city was there. They were all talking about one thing: the new Rathore Heiress.Aryan stood outside the huge glass doors. He felt sick. His bank accounts were still blocked. His company workers were leaving because he couldn't pay them. He had to use an old friend's VIP pass just to get inside this party. He needed to find the Rathore Boss. He needed to beg for his company.He walked into the massive hall. People were drinking champagne and laughing. But nobody looked at him. Yesterday, he was the king of the city. Today, he was a nobody.Suddenly, the music stopped. The lights went dim.A man with a deep voice spoke into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the head of the Rathore Empire... Ms. Kiara Rathore!"Aryan's heart stopped. He looked at the top of the grand stairs.Kiara walked down slowly. She was not wearing her regular, simple cotton dres

Rhea was sitting on the large, expensive sofa in the Singhania mansion. She was holding a glass of red wine. She looked at her phone and smiled widely. She was looking at diamond wedding rings on the internet."Finally," Rhea whispered to herself. "I am going to be the new Mrs. Singhania."She looked around the huge living room. She hated the dark curtains. She hated the old carpet. "I will throw all of Kiara's cheap things away tomorrow," she thought. She imagined Kiara crying on the streets right now, begging for food. The picture in her mind made her feel very happy.Suddenly, the front door opened. Aryan walked in.Rhea jumped up with a big smile. "Baby! You are back early!"But when she walked closer to him, her smile completely vanished. Aryan looked terrible. His expensive grey suit was dirty and torn at the shoulder. His tie was loose. His hair was messy, and there was a red mark on his cheek from falling on the street. He looked like he had been in a street fight."Aryan? Wha

Aryan stared at the large TV screen in his office. His mind stopped working. He felt like someone had hit his head with a heavy stone."This is a joke," he said. His voice was shaking. "Turn it off, Rohan. This is a stupid internet prank."Rohan swallowed hard. He looked very scared. "Sir... it is not a joke. This is live news. Every business channel is showing the same thing. The Rathore family held a press conference ten minutes ago. She is real."Aryan grabbed his hair. "How? How is this possible?" he shouted. "She was an orphan! She wore cheap clothes. She cooked food in my kitchen for three years! How can she be the billionaire boss of the Rathore family?"He picked up his phone from the desk with shaking hands. He quickly found Kiara's contact name. It said 'Wife'. He pressed the call button. He needed to hear her voice. He needed to ask her what this nonsense was.The number you are calling does not exist.Aryan threw the phone on the soft carpet. He was breathing heavily. The