Billionaire CEO, please don't play with my feelings

Located in the rolling hills and lush valleys, Rosewood was a rare gem combining scenic beauty with advanced technology and academic excellence. Throughout the town were cobblestone streets lined with cherry blossom trees that painted the landscape with pink blossoms each spring. Its buildings are a blend of old-world charm and modern technology, housing tech firms and some of the country's renowned universities, including the prestigious Rosetown Medical College.

With warm smiles and waves, the townspeople shared a close-knit camaraderie that had remained unchanged for generations. Along cobblestone streets lined with colorful flowers, charming cottages with gardens bursting into bloom could be found throughout the town. With its ivy-clad walls and welcoming porch, one of these cottages was home to Mahi and her grandparents.

Mahi stood at the window of her grandparents' cozy cottage, gazing out at the picturesque town. At twenty two, Mahi was the epitome of grace and beauty. Her face was delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and soft, full lips that framed a smile revealing deep dimples, bore the fine features of an artist's masterpiece. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, framed by long, dark lashes. Her hair, dark and flowing, cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.

Despite her stunning appearance, Mahi was known not just for her beauty but for her brilliant mind. She was a dedicated MBBS student at Harmony Medical College, where her exceptional grades and compassionate nature had made her a favorite among professors and peers alike.

One sunny morning, Mahi stood in the garden, tending to the vibrant array of flowers that her grandmother, Malini, had so lovingly planted. The scent of roses, lilies, and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the fresh, earthy aroma of the surrounding countryside. Birds chirped cheerfully from the treetops, and the soft hum of bees could be heard as they flitted from flower to flower.

"Mahi, dear, come inside for a moment," called her grandmother from the kitchen door, her voice filled with affection.

"Coming, dadi !" Mahi replied, wiping her hands on her apron and making her way towards the house.

Inside, the kitchen was a scene of bustling activity. Meera was a petite woman with silver hair neatly tied back in a bun and eyes that twinkled with wisdom and love. She was rolling out dough for their favorite aloo parathas, the scent of which wafted through the house, making Mahi's mouth water.

Her grandfather, Ravi, sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Ravi was a tall, sturdy man with a kind face and a hearty laugh that often echoed through the house. His love for his family was evident in the way his eyes lit up whenever Mahi or Meera entered the room.

"Mahi, could you hand me the jar of pickles?" Meera asked, not looking up from her task.

"Of course, Dadi," Mahi said, reaching for the jar on the shelf and placing it beside her grandmother.

"Thank you, my dear," Meera said, her eyes crinkling with affection.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

Mahi chuckled. "You'd probably just call Dadu to help."

As if on cue, Ravi, Mahi's grandfather, entered the kitchen with a newspaper in hand. "What would Dadi need my help with?" he asked, his voice a rich baritone filled with warmth.

"Opening a pickle jar," Mahi said, laughing.

Ravi grinned. "Ah, but my granddaughter must have did it already. How's the studying going, Mahi?"

"It's going well, Dadu. I'm working on my cardiology module right now," Mahi said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's fascinating, learning how the heart works."

"Just like yours, always full of love," Meera said, placing a gentle hand on Mahi's cheek.

Mahi blushed, her dimples deepening. "You're too sweet, Dadi."

In the afternoon, Mahi set out for a walk by the lake. The path was lined with wildflowers, their colors vivid against the green backdrop. The lake itself was a serene expanse of water, its surface shimmering under the sun's gentle rays. Mahi walked slowly, taking in the beauty of the scenery and feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the life she had.

As she reached the lake, she found a quiet spot under a large oak tree and sat down, her thoughts drifting to the future. She was determined to become a doctor, inspired by the loss of her parents and her desire to help others. But she also knew that no matter where life took her, her heart would always belong to this small town and the loving embrace of her grandparents.

Lost in her thoughts, Mahi didn't notice the time passing. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. She stood up, brushing the grass off her dress, and began to make her way back home.

As she walked through the town, she was greeted by familiar faces, each one smiling and waving. Rosetown was more than just a place; it was a community, a family that supported and loved one another. And at the heart of it all was Mahi, a beacon of beauty, kindness, and hope.

When she reached home, her grandparents were waiting for her on the porch, their faces lighting up as they saw her approach. Ravi stood up, extending his hand to help her up the steps.

"Welcome back, Mahi," he said with a smile. "How was your walk?"

"It was wonderful, Dada," Mahi replied, taking his hand and climbing the steps. "Just what I needed."

The sky was ablaze with hues of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over the town. Meera brought out a tray of steaming tea and biscuits, settling down next to Mahi.

"Dadi, you always make the best tea," Mahi said, taking a sip.

Meera smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's the love that makes it special, my dear."

Ravi chuckled. "And the secret ingredient: a dash of cinnamon."

They laughed, the sound mingling with the chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the gentle evening breeze. Mahi felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. These moments, simple yet profound, were what she cherished the most.