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Vansh and Aditya were seated in the cabin, casually going over some files, when the door opened with a slight knock. Isha walked in, her steps firm, her eyes focused directly on Aditya. "I need to ask you something, Adi," she said, her voice unusually steady.
Aditya leaned back in his chair, giving her a nod. "Yeah, ask."
She crossed her arms, took a breath, and said, "You got married... and didn't even think it was important to tell me?"
Vansh chuckled, looking up from his phone. "The whole world knows now, Isha. It's funny you're just now finding out."
Aditya raised an eyebrow. "Isha, why are you sounding like that? You found out, right?"
"From others, Aditya. Not you," she said sharply. "I thought I mattered enough to be told something so important... directly."
Vansh leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Come on, he didn't even know himself properly. How was he going to tell you? Everything happened too fast."
Isha turned her gaze sharply at Vansh. "He told you, didn't he? That's why you're defending him. If he hadn't, would you still be cracking jokes like this?"
Aditya frowned now, sensing the shift in her tone. "Oh shut up, Isha, why are you reacting like this? What's going on? Since when have you started caring about my personal life so much?"
"That's exactly what I want to ask you!" she snapped. "Since when do you care about someone so much that you just... get married out of nowhere? You didn't even introduce me to your wife."
Aditya stood, his voice low and controlled. "You want to meet her? Go meet her at home. No one's stopping you."
Vansh leaned back with a mischievous smile. "But just a warning-meri jungali billi se panga mat lena bahut khatrnak panje marti hai, and she doesn't like uninvited guests."
Isha's jaw clenched. She turned toward Vansh, sarcasm dripping from her tone. "Thanks for the advice, but I'm not interested. I don't have time to waste on people who clearly don't value mine."
She turned sharply on her heels, her heels clicking against the wooden floor, and walked out of the cabin without looking back.
There was a long silence.
Vansh looked at Aditya and smirked. "Adi ab ise kya hua? Sabko alag hi chad rahi hai."
Aditya didn't respond. He stared at the closed door, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Maybe... or maybe she just doesn't know what she wants anymore."
At home,
Meera gently helped Dadi settle onto the soft cushions of her bed, adjusting the blanket around her legs like a doting daughter. Dadi looked up, her wise old eyes shining with affection, and said with a soft smile, "Chalo thik hai, main abhi nahi ja rahi. Adi ko aane do, phir baat karti hoon usse."
Meera blinked, surprised. "Sach Dadi? Aap nahi ja rahi?" Her face broke into a grin.
Dadi patted her hand. "Nahi, beta. Abhi nahi"
Meera's happiness was uncontrollable now. She leaned down to kiss Dadi's forehead and ran out of the room like a child. Her dupatta trailed behind her like a fluttering ribbon, her joy bubbling over.
She twirled once in the corridor, arms spread wide, and began singing loudly and freely, "Zara sa jhoom lu main, are na re na re na, zara ghoom lu main, are na re na re na, aa tujhe choom lu main, are na re baba na, main chali ban ke hawa..."
She didn't realise someone was watching until she bumped into a broad chest. She looked up, started. He stood there with his arms folded and a smirk dancing on his lips.
He was leaning casually against the pillar, clearly having enjoyed her little performance.
"Rabba mere, menu bacha," he murmured, pretending to look traumatised.
Meera groaned, rolling her eyes. "Mr. Singhania, you again? Aap hmesha galat time par kyon aate hain?"
Aditya smirked. "Why did you stop singing? I was having a good time."
She turned away. "Mr. Singhania, I don't follow your orders anymore. I don't feel like singing now."
He took a step closer, his voice dipping into softness. "Then don't sing, jaan."
She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Why?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, playfully serious. "Kya chahti hain, aap?"
(Translation - What do you want?)
She turned around fully and said with a pout, "Jo aap nahi chahte."
(Translation - Everything you don't want.)
Without warning, he stepped forward, slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. She gasped. "Aur main wo sab chahta hun jo aap chahti hain." he whispered.
(Translation - And I want everything you want.)
Her breath caught in her throat and she stood frozen.
Then, snapping out of it, she quickly pushed his hand away and stepped back. "Stay away from me. Don't come close."
He lifted both hands in mock surrender. "Okay okay. But tell me-have you eaten anything?"
"No," she said curtly.
"Why?"
She crossed her arms. "Because I didn't want to."
He sighed. "Will you do a small favor for your husband, then?"
She arched an eyebrow. "What?"
"I'm starving. Would you please... bring me something to eat?"
She gave him a flat look, but there was a spark in her eyes. "Fine. I'll get it. Not because you're hungry-because you said please."
He smirked. "Good."
She rolled her eyes again but turned, a mischievous glint forming in her eyes. He watched her walk away, smirking to himself.
She headed downstairs and found Roop and staff in the kitchen.
"Roop! Kya khana bana ya nahi?" she asked.
Roop looked up, slightly startled. "Bhabhi, bas ban raha hai. Thoda time lagega."
Meera narrowed her eyes. "Kya ban raha hai?"
"Bhabhi, Adi baba ne bola tha aapko paneer pasand hai... toh main wahi bana rahe hain."
She groaned, "Seriously? It's his hunger, and my favourites are being made?"
Meera said, "Okay listen, Mr. Singhania ko bhookh lagi hai."
Roop chuckled lightly and teased, "Bhabhi, are you actually going to cook for him."
"Not cooking," Meera rolled her eyes playfully, "Just delivering. I'm just make sure he gets his food on time. Now tell me, what should I take for him?"
Roop giggled. "Wah bhabhi, kya baat hai. Husband serving wife, wife serving husband-kya romance hai..."
Meera glared. "Roop, please. Just tell me what to take."
Roop eyes sparkled as she replied. "Bhabhi, Adi baba loves creamy mushroom fettuccine pasta. I'll prepare that for him something special, just the way he likes it. Aur aap unko jakar dengi toh unhe aur bhi acha lagega."
She muttered under her breath. "Kya khata hai mera pati."
Then nodded approvingly. "Fine. Then get to it quickly. We can't keep the boss waiting when he's hungry."
Roop laughed softly, "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's perfect. After all aap lekar jane wali hain."
A few minutes later, Roop presented the plate.
"Okay, now all of you-out," Meera ordered, waving her hand.
Roop hesitated. "Par bhabhi, mera paneer-"
Meera switched off the gas. "Later. Now out."
Once everyone was gone, a devilish grin spread across her face. She opened the spice drawer, pulled out the chilli powder, and whispered, "Mere monster pati ko bhookh lagi hai?" She muttered, smirking. "Let's serve him something spicy."
She stirred a heavy dose of chilli into the pasta, smiled with satisfaction, and blew a flying kiss toward the plate. "Bon appétit, Mr. Singhania."
She strutted into Aditya's room, placing the plate like she was presenting a royal feast. "Sarkar, aapka pasta ready hai," she said with exaggerated respect.
He looked amused. "Wow, you made this?"
She smiled sweetly. "No. But I did the garnish-with a lot of love and a pinch of something extra."
He raised a brow, amused. "Impressive, baccha. You look really happy today."
She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "So? My mood, my choice. Now eat."
He took the first bite, and immediately, his eyes widened. The heat from the chilli hit him like a punch but he didn't flinch. He looked at the plate, clearly realizing what she'd done, and bit back a grin
"So? How's the pasta?" she asked, leaning forward with fake sweetness.
He smiled calmly. "You didn't make it, right?"
"Nope."
"Explains why it's not that great," he said, swallowing the spice with effort.
She narrowed her eyes, confused. "What?"
He looked up at her with a slow smirk. "But it's still the best thing I've had today."
She blinked. "Why?"
"Kyoki aap lekar aayi hain, jaan!" He said softly.
He rose from the bed slowly, a teasing glint in his eyes. Without warning, he took a step forward and gently pinned her to the wall. His arms rested on either side of her, caging her in without touching. The sudden move made her gasp softly, eyes wide as they met his intense gaze.
He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper that sent chills down her spine. "How about dessert?"
She blinked, confused and flustered. "What... dessert?" she stammered.
He smirked, one brow arching. "I mean, pasta was delicious... but now, it's time for something sweet. Didn't I say that right?"
His tone was laced with mischief, and he took a slight step closer. She instinctively pressed herself back against the wall, her fingers gripping her dupatta tightly. She quickly shut her eyes, heart pounding.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her. "Baccha... you get scared too easily. It's adorable," he murmured, amused by her nervousness.
For a moment, he just stood there, watching her with a rare softness in his eyes. As if he could read her thoughts, he didn't move closer. He liked watching her like this - flustered, shy, yet still so fierce.
Just then, his phone buzzed. The name flashing on the screen broke the charged silence between them.
Isha.
He sighed, clearly irritated by the interruption, but composed himself before answering. Without saying a word, he stepped back, pulled his phone out, and walked out of the room while taking the call.
The moment the door closed behind him, Meera slowly opened her eyes, still pressed against the wall. She let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Clutching her dupatta tighter, she muttered under her breath with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, "Bach gayi..."
Moment later,
Kabir approached quietly, noticing the serious expression on Aditya’s face. Aditya’s voice was firm as he said, "Kabir, I want all the updates from today. Especially about baccha. Don’t miss a single detail."
Kabir hesitated for a moment before responding, "Boss, he came again today and met bhabhi. But you told me not to interpret, so I kept quiet."
Aditya’s eyes flashed with anger, but he bit back his words. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Kabir, you should go and rest now. You’ve done enough."
Kabir looked worried. "Boss, you seem really tense. Are you sure you’re okay?"
A soft smile appeared on his face as he gently placed his hand on Kabir’s shoulder. "Kabir, you think too much. I’m fine. Now go, get some rest."
Aditya, walking toward his room, turned to Kabir. "Kabir, while you’re headed your room, send Baccha to my room."
Kabir paused and narrowed his eyes. "Boss… I hope you’re not going to scold her. I’m warning you don’t say a word to Bhabhi."
He looked at him with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Kabir…"
But Kabir stepped closer, protective. "No seriously, Boss. Now Bhabhi is my responsibility too. She's innocent… and honestly, she’s the only one who talks to me sweetly in this house."
Aditya let out a soft chuckle, and playfully caught Kabir's neck. "She's still my wife, you overprotective idiot."
Kabir grinned. "When did I deny that? But Boss… I'm telling you don't hurt her feelings. She’s pure-hearted, and she doesn’t deserve even a raised voice."
Aditya's smirk softened into a rare smile. "Fine. Now go. And send her in… with all that innocence of hers."
Kabir walked off, and just then spotted Meera descending the stairs, a book in hand and lost in her own world. "Bhabhi!" he called, walking up with a cheeky grin. "Boss is calling you to his room."
Meera raised a brow. "Now? Why?"
Kabir leaned a little closer and whispered, "Don't know. But… if he says something in anger come straight to me. I’ll handle him."
She chuckled lightly, amused by his protectiveness. "Okay... I'll keep that in mind."
She walked to Aditya's room and paused at the door. Without stepping in, she said flatly, "You called me?"
Aditya looked up from the file he was holding and nodded. "Yes… come inside."
She stepped in, keeping a careful distance. "Aren't you going to shift to your room?" he asked, voice calm but serious.
Meera crossed her arms. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" he looked directly at her, "Baccha, it's time you come to your room. I promise I won’t cross any line. Just trust your husband."
She looked at him, hesitant. "No."
He blinked. "You don't even trust me that much, Jaan?"
"It’s not about trust, Mr. Singhania," she said, coolly. "I just don’t feel comfortable yet."
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, visibly trying to calm the rising irritation. She watched him silently.
"May I leave now?" she asked after a pause.
"One minute," he said. "You don't want the security team to follow you to college, right?"
"No, I don’t."
"Then fine," he said. "From tomorrow no security."
She blinked in surprise. "Seriously, Mr. Singhania?"
He nodded. "Yes. But… from tomorrow, I will drop you off and pick you up. Every single day."
Her eyes widened. "Why?"
"Because I can't compromise your safety," he replied, simply. "And because… I want to."
She went silent for a moment, stunned by the sudden change. "…Fine. I’m okay with that."
He smiled, moved closer, gently placing a hand on her cheek. "Good girl. Now go rest, okay?"
She stepped out of the room, her heart fluttering strangely. As she reached the hallway, she whispered to herself, "Wow… from tomorrow, I'm free from that shadow team. Mr. Singhania will drop me and run straight back to his work. Then I'll have some fresh air… finally!"
She paused mid-step, frowning. "Wait a second… Kanha, he agreed too quickly. He never gives... Wait... No… no… Kanha mere mastermind pati ke dimag mein jarur kuch chal raha hai. But what?"
Just then, Aditya opened his door and leaned casually against the frame. "Jaan, you’re still here?"
She jumped slightly. "I was just leaving."
He smirked. "Good night, jaan. Don't put too much pressure on your mind."
She rolled her eyes, masking her storming thoughts. "Good night."
As she walked away, she mumbled under her breath, "But seriously… what are you planning, Mr. Singhania?"
Downstairs,
Kabir came downstairs, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, when Roop suddenly stepped out from behind a pillar.
"Boo!" she said with a grin.
Startled, Kabir stumbled a step back.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
Roop giggled, slowly walking toward him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Tell me something, protector sir… are you really Meera bhabhi’s bodyguard now? Btao to ye aise Meera bhabhi ko protect karenge."
He frowned. "Don’t start. And don't come near me like that!"
She placed a hand on her hip and pouted dramatically. "Then shift me to another house, Kabir baba. But until then, this is Adi baba's home. And I belong here... Aur agar aap..." she winked.
Kabir groaned, clearly annoyed. "Can you just stop talking for five minutes?"
Roop leaned closer, lowering her voice flirtatiously. "You'll miss me if I stop talking…"
"Chup. One more word and..."
"...you’ll fall in love with me?" she interrupted sweetly, fluttering her lashes.
He gave her a deadly glare, but she only smiled wider.
"Want something to eat?" she asked, voice dripping with fake innocence.
"Not if it’s made by you," he snapped.
She clutched her chest dramatically. "That hurt. But fine. Starve then, Mr. Arrogant. Just remember, the cook in this palace is me. So unless you plan to live off air and attitude, you’re gonna have to eat what I make."
He turned away, muttering, "I'd rather eat instant noodles."
She called after him, "Suit yourself, Kabir baba. But if you ever want extra ghee in your dal, you know where to find me…"
Kabir rubbed his forehead in disbelief, taking a cautious step back as Roop stood grinning with her arms folded, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him.
Kabir narrowed his eyes. "Tum paas mat aaya karo warna..."
"Warna kya?" she tilted her head, her voice suddenly soft and teasing. "Dil aa gaya to?"
Kabir turned red instantly and looked away, pretending to cough. "Tumhari nautanki ka koi ilaaj nahi hai kya?"
Roop giggled, then leaned forward and gently poked his arm. "Mujhe pata hai aapko mujhme interest hai. Aap rokte ho apne aapko, par dil to dhak-dhak karta hoga na jab me paas aati hoon?"
Kabir took a deep breath, clenching his jaw. “Kya kuch bhi bolti ho pagal ho tum! Bewakoof...”
Roop feigned a hurt expression, placing her hand dramatically over her heart. "Bewakoof? Aapne mujhe bewakoof bola? Haye... dil tod diya aapne mera."
"Dil todne ke liye pehle dil hona chahiye," he shot back with a smirk, regaining control.
But Roop was unfazed. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Kabir baba... ek baat bolun?"
"Ab kya?" he asked suspiciously.
"Main jo bhi hoon... aapke liye hi hoon," she said sweetly, twirling a loose strand of her hair. "Aur aap jaisa bhi ho, mujhe pasand ho. Bas... ek din sach bol dena."
Before he could respond, she winked at him and turned on her heel,
walking away with a playful sway in her steps.
Kabir stared after her, muttering under his breath, "Yaar hadd ho gayi matlab..."
He stopped mid-step, growled low, and walked off without looking back.
Roop grinned, watching him go. "Arre, jaane do. Kisi din toh pighlega mera chikna…"
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