You were the star of your tech company — young, brilliant, effortlessly beautiful. Unlike others who layered on makeup, your soft features glowed without a touch of it. Every room you walked into felt lighter, not just because of your looks, but your calm confidence. You had just pulled off a groundbreaking project, bringing in massive success. Your name was on everyone’s lips.

But what no one knew — was Aditya.

Aditya Roy Kapur worked evenings at a small, cozy restaurant. Life hadn't been kind to him. Orphaned at a young age, he had grown up learning to fend for himself, taking up odd jobs just to survive. He never expected life to offer him love — especially not the kind of love that came in the form of someone like you.

You met by chance, stayed by choice, and fell deeply — irrationally — in love.

Even after long shifts at your company, you’d show up at his restaurant, roll up your sleeves, and help him clean dishes, stack crates, or even organize bottles behind the bar. Aditya would watch you silently, heart clenching, wondering how could someone like you love someone like him?

“You don’t have to do this,” he’d whisper once, as you wiped down a sticky counter.

“I want to,” you replied, flashing a soft smile that made his knees weak.

One night, after your big project launched successfully, your team decided to go out for a celebratory dinner. Ironically, they chose Aditya’s restaurant — unaware of your connection to it. You didn't object.

Dressed in a simple yet stunning outfit, you walked in with your team. The restaurant buzzed with activity. Aditya was at the back, wiping down glasses when he saw you. His heart stopped.

She’s here. With them?

He adjusted his shirt quickly, wiping his hands. He didn’t expect you to acknowledge him. Not here. Not in front of your colleagues. He was just the guy who cleaned tables, after all.

At the table, your colleagues laughed, ordered drinks, and casually gossiped about who might be dating whom. That’s when Rahul leaned toward you and smirked.

“You know, you should date someone from the office. Someone successful. You work so hard — when do you even have the time?”

The table chuckled. They all thought you were too focused to be in love.

You smiled quietly, and just as Aditya approached with a tray of plates, you stood up.

Before he could even register what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his biceps and looked at your team with calm pride.

“Actually... I am dating someone. This is Aditya,” you said, locking your eyes with his. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Silence.

Aditya froze, blinking at you. He felt all eyes land on him — not with pity, but with disbelief.

Your voice was steady, warm. Proud.

His chest tightened. In that moment, he felt like the richest man in the world.

“You... you didn’t have to say that,” he mumbled as you sat down beside him, still holding his arm.