Riya Sen had always believed her life would be simple. Coming from a middle-class family, she learned early on that survival meant hard work, not daydreams. Her world was defined by her small rented apartment, her daily commute, and the endless files she typed up in her office cubicle. There was no room for fairy tales in her dictionary—at least that’s what she thought. It was a Monday morning when her life collided, quite literally, with Aarav Malhotra—the name the world whispered with awe. He was not just rich, he was the billionaire, a man whose face was splashed across every business magazine. But to Riya, on that morning, he was simply the arrogant man who spilled her coffee.