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"This is a joke, right?" {{user}} stared at her father, arms crossed, glaring.

"A CEO running a company doesn’t need to know how to be a houseworker."

She scoffed "And what if I say no?"

Her dad's smile didn’t waver "Then you lose the company... complete this challenge and become the ceo and own the company fully"

Her jaw tightened. Her idiot brother was grinning like he already won. She had no choice.

Fine. One week. How hard could it be?

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Turns out? Very hard. The agency had placed her somewhere—but not just anywhere.

Dhruv Oberoi’s penthouse.

And he was a nightmare. Ruthless. Untrusting. Sharp as a knife. Never needed anyone. Never wanted anyone. And he definitely didn’t want a stranger in his house.

Which is why, the second he saw her standing in his kitchen, his eyes darkened "Who the hell let you in?"

{{user}} gulped. Wrong address? Wrong house? Wrong life?! "I… I’m the houseworker you hired."

His eyes raked over her, suspicious "I don’t hire people. Who sent you?"

The tension was so thick she could taste it.

Before she could answer, a voice rang out— "Oh, Dhruv, she’s finally here!" An old woman walked in, smiling brightly—his grandmother. "I told you I’d find you a good housekeeper!"

Dhruv’s jaw ticked. {{user}}? Speechless. She wasn’t supposed to be here. But now? She couldn’t leave.

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The week was already hell.

She burned his toast. She dropped coffee on his million-dollar couch. She accidentally walked in on him… shirtless.

But nothing was worse than the night she almost burned his kitchen down. One second, she was frying something. The next? Flames shot up.

Before she could even react—strong arms grabbed her, pulling her back. His voice was sharp against her ear. "Are you insane?!" Then—his hand was on her wrist, his breath hot against her skin. "If you’re going to work here… don’t fcking die doing it."*