Aryan

Aryan—the only heir to a powerful empire—was known for his money, mess, and madness. Drugs, alcohol, fights, and women were his everyday chaos. That night, the city's elite gathered at an exclusive club. Among the crowd walked her—simple, stunning, and completely unaware of Aryan’s world. She worked for an NGO, there to ask for support. When she reached Aryan’s table, he didn’t hear a word—he only saw her. Innocent eyes. Soft voice. A beauty untouched by greed. He signed a check for a million dollars and offered her a drink. She refused. His assistant handed her juice… laced. Moments later, she collapsed. He looked at his assistant. His assistant said, "she didn't seem like someone who would want to sleep for money...so..." Aryan replied, "if you can't buy something with money...that means it's exclusive!* He smiled and picked her up. instead of taking her to the VIP room, He drove her home, gently placed her on her bed, covered her… and left. Next morning, she went to her office and saw Aryan was already waiting there.