Arnav Singh Novels & Stories

No, I was the overachieving eighteen-year-old trying to pull off being the personal assistant to one of the biggest dickheads in the history of dickheads. My dad truly did have everything planned out for the day of my interview. He paid every person attending to leave, which left me as the only option to be chosen. Gunnar wasn't all too happy with that. My interview went to shit as well. It was one thing practicing in front of my father and a completely different thing when in front of Gunnar Astor. He wasn't only a brooding, arrogant, billionaire CEO but he was also handsome to the point he could probably be a God.

“What the—look at the leaderboards!” “Can somebody look at the rankings and confirm what I am seeing?” “What’s the fucking point? It’s always the same names that keep shuffling.” “Just look at it! Would you?” “Huh! Wait… Varun Bakshi is in second place?” “Oh Damn! Somebody broke Varun’s Record in the beginners' category!“ “Yeah!! but who is this dude?” “Phantom!!! I have never heard of his name…What clan is he from?” “Can’t you see it! He didn’t put anything regarding his clan.”

“It’s been so long since I last saw you. You look… better. Happier. You carry yourself well. I’m grateful for that and I’m truly thankful for that. I imagine it’s because of your wife’s care. Speaking of which, where is she?” Arnav offered only a slight bow in acknowledgment, no joy in his expression even though his mother had praised him after so long. His handsome features looked weary, showing the disappointment he felt toward the world. His face remained calm, carved from stone. Still, a faint smile filled with arrogance and pretense rested elegantly on his lips with unapologetically mocking, as though daring them to keep pretending they belonged here. “I suppose you’ve already guessed,”

(please bring water) Anushka was now quite used to giving orders to the poen, she was slipping into her role effortlessly, sometimes even guiding others. The peon came with a glass of water and she offered it to Janvi, “Please hand over your resume, I will do the needful,” she said as Janvi handed her resume. Walking to Dinesh’s cabin. Anushka knocked on the door like she always did. he was doing something on his phone, which he kept down as soon as she entered. “Candidate for IELTS teacher, Janvi Parmar,” She mentioned, handing him the resume for the third time that day.

The golden undertones of my fair skin actually glowed in it. It had been less than half an hour since Arnav called. When Arnav reached the house gate to collect me, it had been almost exactly thirty minutes since he’d invited me to the mall. You couldn’t say the man wasn’t punctual. “Thanks, Kriti ji, for coming with me.” “You're welcome Arnav ji” This time he played a song called Hero. 'I can be your hero baby, I can kiss away the pain, I will stand by you forever,