Not Likely

He was seated at the head of the table, his laptop open in front of him, no doubt already prepared to ask us a bunch of invasive questions.
But he wasn't looking at the screen. He was looking at me.
Stopping in my tracks, I looked back, wondering if I had spilt something on my clothes. A quick look down showed that nothing was out of the ordinary.
So I looked up again to find his meditative gaze fixed on me, sizing me up.
Now my gaze narrowed. "What?" I asked, trying to bring politeness into my accusatory tone.
He seemed to notice that my effort had failed because he raised an eyebrow, his head tilting to the side as he appraised me. "You're the head of marketing for FMCG?" he finally asked, his rich voice giving me a picture of a high bank balance.
Some people just have the voice that feels like a fat cheque. He has that voice in a low, deep register.
"Yes," I replied, trying to not get distracted by his intimidating presence.
"What are you; 12?" he asked, in a quietly scoffing tone.
What the-
My eyes narrowed further. "No."

Fresh off her devastating breakup, young and talented Dhriti Kumar heads back to India after her overdramatic mother's recent meltdown about her single status. In order to retain normalcy, productivity and distraction from the garbage fire that was her life, she takes up a high level job at Kleitos, an MNC that's playing the big leagues.

Known as one of the brightest minds in marketing, the last person she wants as the CMO and her ultimate boss is Dhruv Razdan, the infamous Marketing whiz who has decided to take running his father's business seriously and head back to India at the same time.
Dhriti and Dhruv have similar interests, talent and passion for marketing. They also are at loggerheads with each other because, well, the room can only deal with one genius who has done everything by 30.

Would something brew between the two? Or would the ego battle continue with gusto?
Only one way to find out.