Sujata Massey Novels & Stories

I looked at the bio at the very top: Amara Zubair. CEO of Zubair Global Conglomerate. Forbes 30 Under 30. Billionaire. "Oh my god," I whispered, my heart suddenly taking a heavy, uncomfortable dive into my stomach. "This is the woman Luca is meeting right now." "Let me see," Maya said, leaning over my shoulder to look at the screen. I started scrolling down her profile, and a thick, suffocating knot of pure insecurity instantly tightened in my throat. Amara Zubair was absolutely, breathtakingly stunning. She didn't look like a typical corporate executive at all. She looked like a literal supermodel.

—to entertain. She looked no older than twenty-five—younger than me. Why did she choose this kind of job? That question somehow bugged me. But those eyes—were big and hypnotizing. I didn’t know if she was using contacts because it was a shade of forest green. Beautiful. Then she stopped talking and stared at the camera. My heart pounded in my chest when it felt like she was staring right back at me. I felt my jaw was slowly falling. Fuck!

“S-Sunny…” I almost slipped when someone suddenly appeared in front of me. A cute short-haired brunette with a cute mole under her right eye. She almost looked like a woman who came out from an anime with her big round eyes and full pink lips. How can she have such white flawless skin? Is she using milk to take a bath? “H-Hi.. W-What’s up?” I said, forcing a smile. Dam these kinds of moments. “I-I actually heard your conversation with Miss Daniella…”

Cole One week later… “Mr. Al Mansoor, I assure you that everything is under control. The rumors flying around are nothing but baseless lies. I can promise you that.” On my screen, Mr. Rashid Al Mansoor’s face didn’t look as convinced as I hoped. He was one of the company's biggest foreign investors, known across countries for being wise, careful, and never one to act on impulse. His sharp dark eyes studied me like he was searching for cracks in my voice.

she smiled as she hand over a gift box to a Butler standing beside her to receive the presents from the guest, “ Happy Birthday, Madam Rashmi, I wish you a long healthy life, ” she said politely, “ You...? ” Madam Rashmi raised her eyebrows as she couldn't recognize her, “ I am... ” Maya was going to introduce herself but before she could speak further, Aliya walked in as she interrupted, “ She is Maya Sehgal, Krish's assistant, ” “ The assistant that I mentioned you before, hmm? ” she added while staring into Madam Rashmi's eyes and she reacted instantly,

Ignoring all such stares she almost threw herself on the counter. "Rajveer Malhotra... Can you....can you please....." She was panting hard due to the rapid increase in her heartbeat. She was running just some moments back. Her heart was drumming in a way that she felt it coming out of her ribcage. "Rajveer who?" The receptionist raised his brow to ask again as she hadn't heard of that name. "Rajveer Malhotra. Advocate. Accident." Suhani tried to join all those broken pieces of information that she gathered together. Her mind was playing games with her to form different negative situations.

The cabin in the Catskills was silent, save for the hum of the satellite uplink. Isabella Voss sat in the rocking chair, a blanket draped over her knees. She was seventy-three years old. Her joints ached when it rained. Her eyesight was blurring at the edges. But her vision was perfect. She looked at the tablet in her lap. On the screen was a profile. Name: Sarah Jenkins. Occupation: Sonographer, New York Center for Reproductive Medicine.

Beyond their verbal exchanges, Isabella detected a subtle undercurrent of shared understanding, a silent language that seemed to pass between them through glances and unspoken cues. Isabella was particularly struck by Savita's evident ease in Rajesh's presence. Savita projected an image of unvarnished authenticity, free from any artificiality or attempts to impress. Her remarkable openness and complete absence of self-consciousness were qualities that Isabella found both profoundly interesting and worthy of careful consideration.

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West." "Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?" " Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. " "Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

“Completely.” He paused for half a second, then nodded. “I’ll have it within an hour.” I walked back to my desk and sat down, my fingers resting lightly against the surface. This wasn’t curiosity. It was something far more intentional. I was trying to know her. Suraj returned sooner than expected. He stood in front of me, tablet in hand, his expression professional as always. “Aadhya Suryavanshi. Elder daughter. Father — Ramesh Suryavanshi, bank employee. Middle-level position. Disciplined, no controversies, nearing retirement.”