High Heels & Power Deals👠

Most stories are told from the hero’s perspective. Or the villain’s. Or a neutral, all-knowing narrator. But this? This is the story of Riya Kapoor, as told by her abandoned high heels. 👠

Yes, you heard me. I’m the left heel, and my sister, the right heel, is missing in action, possibly under a table, thanks to Riya’s… unconventional choices.

Riya Kapoor was never one for the ‘traditional path.’ Marriage by twenty-four? She laughed at the idea. A ‘respectable’ job in finance? She’d rather count the number of times her mother complained about her behavior. 🙄 Being docile, delicate, and demure? That was a tragic comedy in her books.

Instead, Riya chose to forge her own path—one that involved ambition, charisma, and a touch of mischief that could make even seasoned con artists take notes. 😉

Take tonight, for instance. She was at the grand gala of Kapoor Industries—the same empire her uncle claimed “a woman could never run.” Oh, but Riya was about to prove that statement as outdated as flip phones. Instead of wearing a floor-length, suffocating gown like the so-called ‘eligible’ ladies, she strutted in a power suit—black, fitted, and undeniably intimidating. And heels. Well, at least at the start of the evening.

She didn’t bother with the polite, glass-clinking conversations. No, she went straight to the men making deals in hushed tones, sliding herself into the discussions with a smirk.

“Gentlemen, did you know that your projected quarterly earnings are off by 13%?” she announced casually, swirling her drink. The CEO nearly choked on his overpriced whiskey. 🤯

One by one, she outmaneuvered their arguments, flipping numbers and strategies like a seasoned chess player️. They gawked. She grinned😏. And just like that, she positioned herself as the youngest consultant in the room—without begging for a chance, without playing coy, and certainly without batting her lashes. 💅

But let’s backtrack a bit. ⏪

Riya wasn’t born with a silver spoon. She sharpened her teeth on sarcasm and built her empire on daring🔥. After her father’s sudden death, her so-called ‘caring’ relatives circled her mother and her like vultures, ready to take control of Kapoor Industries. They said, “Business isn’t for women.” They said, “Marry well, and you’ll be fine.” Riya heard, “Do something outrageous and make them eat their words.”

She started small—hacking into the family accounts (for research, obviously), learning corporate laws by pretending to date a junior lawyer, and charming investors over coffee that ‘accidentally’ turned into high-stakes business meetings. And when her uncle tried to shove her into a marriage proposal with a ‘dignified’ businessman? She flipped the script and got the man to invest in her startup instead. 🤝🔥

Back to tonight’s gala. Just as she was about to secure a deal that would make Kapoor Industries hers by the end of the year, drama struck.

Her uncle, the ‘honorable’ Prakash Kapoor, decided to play dirty. “This girl knows nothing about running a company!” he bellowed, pointing dramatically as if he were a judge in a crime show😤.

Riya sighed. She turned to the board members, some of whom were already reconsidering their alliances. Then, she did what no ‘proper’ woman would do—she kicked off her right heel (me), climbed onto the grand dining table, and made her case.

“In case you all forgot, I increased profits by 22% last quarter. My ‘nothing’ is worth more than your everything,” she stated, hands on hips. “And as for tradition? Let’s break that, shall we?”

The room went silent. Then, one by one, investors started nodding. Someone clapped. The contract was signed. And Uncle Prakash? Well, he needed a glass of water… and a new job🤣.

So here we are. Riya Kapoor, the CEO who never begged, never played ‘the game’ by their rules, and never once let outdated expectations define her. ✨ And me? I’m just a high heel, telling the tale of the woman who didn’t need to fall to rise. 💪🔥

Oh, and if you see my right half? Tell her she owes me an adventure story. 😆👠