Monday mornings at Zenith Global Enterprises were always intense. The corridors echoed with hurried footsteps, phones rang sharply, and assistants carried stacks of files like soldiers marching into battle. But today, there was something different in the air—something softer, more curious. Whispers.
Thripthi felt it the moment she stepped into the lobby. Eyes followed her, conversations dipped into silence when she passed, and then resumed in hushed tones. She knew why. The pub encounter hadn’t stayed hidden. Someone had seen her with Dev, and now the story had spread like wildfire.
Employee 1 (whispering): “She was with him at the pub.”
Employee 2: “No one’s ever seen him talk like that before.”
Employee 3: “Do you think…?”
Thripthi adjusted her bag, her mischievous smile flickering. She wasn’t here for gossip. She was here for work. Yet, deep down, she couldn’t deny the flicker of curiosity—what did Dev think of it all?
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The Office Encounter
Dev’s office door was open when she arrived. He was already at his desk, reviewing documents with his usual intensity. His sharp suit and commanding presence made him look untouchable, but when his eyes lifted to meet hers, there was a pause—brief, but noticeable.
Dev: “You’re late.”
Thripthi (checking her watch, playful): “By thirty seconds. If that counts as late, you’re stricter than the school principal I grew up with.”
Dev (dryly): “Discipline is the foundation of success.”
Thripthi (grinning): “And mischief is the spice that keeps success from being boring.”
For a moment, his lips twitched, almost a smile. But he quickly returned to his papers, unwilling to let her see the crack in his armor.
The First Real Test
Later that day, Thripthi was tasked with coordinating a high-profile client meeting. She prepared meticulously—arranging files, setting up the conference room, and ensuring every detail was flawless. But she added one touch Dev hadn’t asked for: a small vase of fresh flowers at the center of the table.
When Dev walked in, his eyes immediately caught the flowers.
Dev (frowning): “Why flowers?”
Thripthi: “Because clients are human. Numbers impress them, but warmth wins them.”
Dev (firmly): “This isn’t a social gathering. It’s business.”
Thripthi (mischievous): “Business is still human, Dev. You’ll see.”
The meeting began. Dev presented with his usual sharpness, but Thripthi noticed the clients’ eyes drifting toward the flowers, their expressions softening. By the end, they left smiling, complimenting the thoughtful touch.
Back in his office, Dev finally spoke.
Dev: “You’re too unconventional. I don’t like surprises.”
Thripthi (leaning forward): “Then maybe you need them. Surprises remind us we’re alive.”
Dev (stern): “You’re my assistant, not my teacher.”
Thripthi (softly, but with a spark): “Maybe I’m both.”
The tension was sharp—half fight, half something unspoken.
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The Gossip Grows
By afternoon, the whispers had grown louder.
“She challenged him in front of clients.”
“And he didn’t stop her.”
“There’s something between them, I’m sure of it.”
Thripthi walked past the gossip with her head high, her mischievous smile unshaken. But she noticed Dev watching her more closely, as if trying to decode her.
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Dev’s Reflection
That evening, Dev stood by his window, staring at the city lights. He replayed her words in his mind. Surprises remind us we’re alive. He hated surprises. They disrupted order, threatened control. Yet, when Thripthi spoke, he couldn’t dismiss her. She unsettled him, challenged him, and made him wonder if perhaps she was right.
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Closing Scene
As Thripthi packed her things, she paused at his door.
Thripthi: “You know, Dev, sometimes the strongest leaders are the ones who let themselves be surprised.”
Dev looked up, his gaze steady.
Dev: “And sometimes the most dangerous assistants are the ones who think they know too much.”
She smiled, mischievous and unshaken.
Thripthi: “Then I suppose I’m dangerous.”
She walked out, leaving Dev with a thought he couldn’t shake: perhaps danger was exactly what he needed.
Hi, I'm Sube! > I’ve always had stories spinning in my head, and I finally decided it was time to put them on paper (or a screen!). I’m a new writer learning the ropes, fueled by coffee and a love for "Childhood Friends to Lovers" tropes.
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She wore elegance like armor. He ruled empires with silence. Together, they made headlines.
Thripti never expected her quiet brilliance to catch the eye of Dev Mehra—the enigmatic CEO whose presence could silence boardrooms and stir storms. But when a high-stakes merger throws them into the same orbit, sparks fly beneath the surface of spreadsheets and strategy.
As Thripti navigates office politics, designer surprises, and late-night café confessions, Dev finds himself unraveling in ways no headline could capture. From whispered confrontations to a proposal that stuns the corporate world, their story unfolds in stilettos and suits, secrets and spotlight.
But love in the world of power isn’t simple. Fiona’s fury, Dev’s past, and Thripti’s rising star threaten to rewrite everything. Will they survive the chaos of ambition and emotion—or will their love become just another headline?
Love in High Heels & Headlines is a slow-burn romance packed with tension, transformation, and the kind of chemistry that lingers long after the last page.
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