In Love with my SURROGATE

Sanaya Singhania stood in front of her wardrobe, her eyes scanning the rows of clothes with a mix of confusion and frustration.

She was never one to be indecisive, but today was different. Today, Unknowingly, she was about to take the first step towards a new chapter in her life. The sun's rays streaming through the window highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air, and Sanaya's mind was filled with the same sense of uncertainty.

As she finally settled on a crisp white dress, her phone rang, breaking the silence of the room. It was Alvira, her best friend and confidante.

"Hey, girl! Are you ready for your big interview with the college magazine?" Alvira asked, her voice bubbly with excitement.

"Hey, Alvira! Yeah, I'm ready, I think," Sanaya replied, sounding a bit nervous. "I just hope I don't say anything too stupid."

"Stupid? You? Never!" Alvira laughed. "You're going to be amazing, Sanaya. Just be yourself and you'll charm them for sure."

"Thanks, Alvira. You're always so supportive," Sanaya said, smiling.

"Of course, I am! That's what best friends are for," Alvira replied. "So, what are you wearing? Something fabulous, I hope."

Sanaya giggled. "Actually, I was thinking of wearing my new white dress. What do you think?"

"Ooh, that sounds gorgeous! You'll definitely make a statement," Alvira said. "And don't forget to wear your highest heels and your brightest smile. You got this, Sanaya!"

Thanks, Alvira. You're the best," Sanaya said, feeling more confident.

"Anytime, girl! Now go out there and show them what you're made of. And don't forget to tell me all about it later!" Alvira exclaimed.

She grabbed her bag and headed out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As she hailed a cab, her mind raced with thoughts of the interview. She had researched the Arora Company, but nothing could prepare her for the grandeur of the building that loomed before her. The glass and steel tower seemed to touch the sky, and Sanaya felt a shiver run down her spine as she stepped inside.

The reception area was sleek and modern, with a beautiful lady behind the desk, her hair tied in a neat bun. "Good morning, myself Sanaya Singhania. I'm here to see Mr. Aryan Arora," Sanaya said confidently.

The receptionist's smile was warm and professional, and Sanaya's nerves began to settle. She was led to the 48th floor, where a sleek, white marble floor gleamed like a mirror. A girl at a table looked up, her eyes locking onto Sanaya's with a hint of curiosity.

"Sanaya Singhania," the girl said, her voice smooth as silk. "Mr. Arora is waiting for you." Sanaya's heart skipped a beat as she stood up, her palms slightly sweaty. She took a deep breath, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Little did she know, her life was about to change in ways she never imagined.

The door to Aryan Arora's office was made of glass, and Sanaya could see him sitting behind his desk, his eyes fixed on some papers. She felt a flutter in her chest as she approached the door. This was it – her moment of truth. With a gentle knock, she announced her presence, and Aryan Arora looked up, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

"Come in, Sanaya," he said, his voice deep and commanding. Sanaya's heart skipped another beat as she entered the office, her eyes fixed on the man who would change her destiny forever.