Let's start
Dadi glanced around the grand living room before quietly calling out, "Kabir beta, tu mere saath chal."
(Translation - You come with me.)
Kabir looked up from his phone, surprised. "Kahan, Dadi?"
Without answering, she gently held his hand, her grip still firm. "Bas idhar aa," she said softly, her voice carrying more weight than usual.
(Translation - Just come here.)
Curious, Kabir followed her. She led him to a quiet corner, away from the rest of the staff members. The moment she stopped, Kabir leaned slightly closer and raised his eyebrows. "Dadi, sab theek toh hai? Aaj aap kuch zyada serious lag rahi ho."
(Translation - Dadi, is everything okay? You seem a bit too serious today.)
Dadi exhaled slowly, her eyes filled with something deeper perhaps hope, perhaps concern. "Kabir, main hamesha chahti thi ke tum teeno settle ho jao. Adi ne shaadi kar li, Vansh bhi kar lega… ab bacha kaun? Sirf tu."
(Translation - Kabir, I always wanted the three of you to settle down. Adi got married, Vansh will too... now who’s left? Only you.)
Kabir crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Dadi, aap kehna kya chahti ho?"
(Translation - Dadi, what are you trying to say?)
She smiled a little, the kind of smile that only comes from years of love. "Main yeh chahti hoon ke mera Kabir bhi shaadi kar le."
(Translation - I want my Kabir to get married too.)
He now serious. "Dadi, please. Mujhe shaadi mein koi interest nahi hai. It’s a waste of time."
(Translation - Dadi, please. I have no interest in marriage. It’s a waste of time.)
Dadi narrowed her eyes. "Wahi baat Adi bhi bolta tha. Har baar jab usse shaadi ke liye kehti thi, woh bhi aise hi kehta tha. Aur dekho, sabse pehlle usne hi shadi ki hai."
(Translation - Adi used to say the same thing. Every time I brought up marriage, he’d respond just like that. And look, he was the first one to get married.)
Kabir’s voice was firm but affectionate. "Dadi boss bhabhi se bahut pyar karte h to isliye unhone shadi kar li me seriously nahi krunga or na hi mujhe kisi se pyar hain."
(Translation - Dadi, Boss loves Bhabhi very much, that’s why he got married. I won’t take this seriously, and I’m not in love with anyone.)
She looked at him quietly for a moment, her expression softening. "Pahale wo bhi kaha karta tha kisi se pyar use to ladkiyan hi pasand nahi thi. Beta, main toh bas apne bete ke bhale ki baat kar rahi hoon."
(Translation - At first, he used to say he didn’t like any girls. Beta, I’m just talking about what’s best for my son.)
He smiled and held her hand gently. "Mujhe pata hai Dadi, aap mujhse pyaar karti ho, meri fikr karti ho. Bas yahi kaafi hai mere liye."
(Translation - I know, Dadi, you love me and care for me. That alone is enough for me.)
Then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Par mujhe lagta hai yeh sab aap kisi aur ke kehne par bol rahi ho, right?"
(Translation - But I feel like you’re saying all this because someone else told you to, right?)
Dadi pulled her hand back playfully and gave him a mock glare. "Acha, toh ab Dadi ke paas apna dimaag hi nahi raha? Mujhe ab doosron ki baat sun kar hi apne bachon se kuch kehna padega?"
(Translation - Oh, so now Dadi doesn’t have her own mind? Do I have to listen to others and then say something to my children?)
Kabir blinked, taken aback for a second. "Dadi, enough… you’re saying some strange things today, that’s why I asked. What happened all of a sudden?"
She looked away for a moment, as if choosing her words. "Not suddenly, beta. The three of you had decided together that you wouldn’t get married. But look… both have changed. Kabir, you too can become someone’s happiness."
Kabir looked into her eyes, this time a little more serious. But he shook his head with a soft sigh. "Dadi, your love is priceless to me. But marriage? That’s just not for me."
Then with a playful grin, he added, "And yes, your luggage has been kept in the jet. It’s time for boarding."
Dadi gave him one long, disappointed look but even that was filled with love. She patted his cheek softly. "Kabir, one day you'll come and say… ‘Dadi, I'm getting married too.’ I’ll be waiting for that day."
He chuckled and gave her a side-hug. "Aap bas khush rahiye. Baki sab mere bas ka nahi."
(Translation - Just stay happy. Everything else is beyond my control.)
As they turned back toward the others, Dadi walked a little slower, still hopeful, while Kabir walked beside her.
Dadi glanced at Kabir. “Come, beta. Take me to my room first.”
Without delay, Kabir led her there. As they entered, the others Aditya, Meera, Vansh, Amaya were already inside, where Aditya and Vansh was seated near the window. Amaya and Meera, was checking a set of jewelry Meera's fingers moving delicately, but her mind clearly far away.
Dadi cleared her throat. "My luggage is packed. I'm leaving now. I prefer traveling by flight. I've never liked private jets."
Vansh raised a brow, leaning against the window with a crooked smile. "Dadi, please. Take the jet. What difference does it make?"
Dadi sighed. "It makes a lot of difference. Jets are too closed. Flights are full of people I like watching lives passing by, you know? It keeps me young."
Vansh laughed. "Dadi, there'll be full security with you anyway. I'll tell the guards to keep you entertained. Maybe make them dance a little extra salary and all."
Dadi chuckled, shaking her head. "I can never win with you."
Vansh smirked. "Especially not when it's about your safety."
Amaya smiled and tilted her head. "But Dadi, where exactly are you going?"
Before Dadi could answer, Vansh looked up. "Doctor Amaya, Dadi is going to L.A."
At that very moment, Meera's fingers stopped moving. Her hand, which was arranging Dadi's bangles, trembled. A gold bracelet slipped from her hand, clinking loudly onto the floor.
Aditya, alert as ever, reached her in seconds. "Baccha?" he said gently, wrapping his arm around her. "What happened? Are you alright?"
Vansh turned sharply, his voice laced with concern. "Meera beta, you okay? What's wrong?"
Dadi's smile vanished as she hurried to her. "What happened to my little one?"
Meera’s voice was barely audible. "Dadi… are you really going to L.A.?"
Dadi stroked her cheek. "Yes, beta. I told you I’m going to Adi’s Nani."
Meera’s eyes filled with confusion. "But you never said she doesn't live in India…"
Aditya held her tighter, his touch feather-light. He smiled, but his eyes scanned her face carefully. "Baccha… aapko kya problem hai, main hun na."
(Translation - Baccha... you don’t have to worry. I’m here.)
And that was it.
She looked up at him, who was staring at her intensely. He was holding her close, so her cheek was pressed against his chest. As she lifted her face to look at him, he was smiling but she whispered to herself, "Yahi toh sabse badi problem hai."
(Translation - This is the biggest problem of all.)
Dadi looked at the two of them, trying to understand the unspoken words and emotions that flowed silently between them.
She placed her hand over Meera's. "Beta, I won't go if you're not okay."
Meera quickly composed herself. "No, Dadi… please go. I'm just… I didn't expect this."
Meera's tears flowed silently as she stood frozen. Her heart was pounding part fear, part confusion. Dadi noticed instantly and gently pulled her into her arms, hugging her like a child who needed protecting from the storm.
"Beta," Dadi said softly, cupping her face, "if there’s anything troubling you…" She paused, then deliberately turned to look at Aditya, who was standing nearby, arms folded and a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Or if anyone says anything to you," she added, her gaze sharpening, "don't think twice just call me. No matter what time it is."
Aditya chuckled under his breath, raising one brow in amusement. "Dadi, you make it sound like I'm the villain here."
"You're not?" Dadi teased with a smirk, clearly not fooled. "You might love her like a child, but your temper's another story."
Meera looked away, embarrassed.
Just then, Amaya came forward and wrapped an arm around Meera's shoulders. "Come on, Meera. You're not alone here, okay? Don’t cry like this. Call me anytime day or night. I'll come."
That made Meera chuckle through her tears, and she nodded. "Thank you," she whispered.
Dadi turned back to Aditya, her voice firm again. "I'm serious. I want no complaints. This is the last time I'm warning you. You’ve been given more chances than most get."
Aditya smiled again, stepping forward to hug her. "I promise, Dadi. I won't do anything to hurt her. Just trust me once."
Dadi sighed and ruffled his hair like she used. "Alright, I'm leaving then."
Vansh and Aditya instinctively moved toward her to escort her, each holding one of her hands.
But then Meera softly said, "No… I want to take Dadi's hand."
They paused. Even Aditya glanced at her, surprised and then gave a half-smile that reached his eyes.
He stepped back gallantly and said, "Here… take her hand. She's all yours."
Vansh, grinning, dropped Dadi's other hand and teased, "Adi, you take this side now."
Aditya frowned. "Why? Tujhe kya problem hai?"
(Translation - Why? What's your problem?)
"Arre, my surgeon is walking behind and your baccha is with Dadi total mismatch! That's why you hold Dadi's hand." Vansh replied mischievously. "So I'll go with Amaya, and you with your baccha. Balanced perfect shot."
He winked at Aditya like a devilish brother planning a setup. Aditya smirked and walked over to Meera, who was now holding Dadi's hand.
Without saying a word, he placed his hand lightly over Dadi's shoulder his fingers just barely brushing against Meera's shoulder in the process.
Meera's breath hitched slightly. She didn't move away… but she didn't look up either. Her fingers curled a little tighter around Dadi's hand.
Behind them, Vansh and Amaya walked side by side, watching the entire scene unfold with quiet smiles. Amaya nudged Vansh playfully and whispered, "Rathore ji ye dono kitne cute lag rahe hain, haan?"
Vansh grinned and whispered back, "Par wo nahi samjhti na."
Amaya giggled, "Jaise aap nahi samjhte."
Vansh narrowed his eyes, "Now, enough doctor."
After giving strict instructions to the security team accompanying Dadi, Aditya turned back, his expression unreadable but eyes sharp. Vansh, ever the mischief-maker, called out, "And hey, make sure you entertain Dadi well. Don’t let her miss us too much!"
Everyone laughed lightly, and soon Dadi left with the guards.
Amaya stepped closer to Meera and smiled gently. "I'll stay back with you, Meera."
Meera shook her head. "No… I have to leave for university."
Amaya's smile softened. "Alright. But if you ever feel uneasy or need someone to talk to don’t think twice. Call me, okay?"
Meera gave a small nod, her expression distant.
Aditya, who had been watching her quietly, stepped forward. "Baccha, go grab your bag. I'll drop you."
Meera didn't say anything, only nodded again and left. Aditya's gaze lingered on her retreating figure, his lips curving into a tender smile.
Amaya folded her arms and gave Aditya a playful slap on the cheek. "This boy! You really enjoy irritating her, don’t you?"
Aditya chuckled. "Bhabhi, I don't even say a word. She just… doesn't like talking to me."
Vansh put his hand on Aditya’s shoulder with a smirk. "Adi, take care of her, please."
Aditya threw up his hands, mock-offended. "Why does everyone act like I don't take care of her? She's my queen!"
Vansh raised a brow. "Yeah… but now that Dadi's gone, she’ll be alone. Extra care, okay?"
Aditya nodded sincerely. "Alright. I promise."
He pulled Vansh and Amaya into a brief hug, whispering softly, "Thanks for everything." They smiled at him, then left.
Minutes later, Meera stepped outside.
The sun was warm, the breeze soft. But her face had a flicker of irritation. There was no sign of Aditya.
The driver quickly rushed to open the car door for her. "Bhabhi, please…"
She looked around, clearly annoyed. "Where's Mr. Singhania? How am I supposed to go?"
The driver replied with hesitation, "Bhabhi, I think Boss went to the parking area… didn't say anything else."
Muttering under her breath, Meera frowned. "Kanha, mere pati ka dimag kahan rahta hai car yahan hai wo parking mein kya kar rahe hain"
(Translation - Where is my husband's mind even at? The car is here, so what is he doing in the parking area?)
The driver politely gestured. " Bhabhi, please sit. Sir will join you soon."
She was about to get in when a sudden, throaty engine rev echoed. She turned and froze.
There, a few feet away, sat Aditya on a powerful black bike, dressed in a fitted black shirt, sunglasses casually hanging from his collar. He looked like danger wrapped in silk.
"Baccha!" he called out, smirking. "We're not taking the car today. Come on, we're going by bike."
She stared at him in utter disbelief. He twirled the helmet in his fingers lazily.
"Aren't you getting late?" he said again. "Come on."
Still speechless, she walked over, glaring at him. He extended the helmet towards her and said, "Wear this. And get on."
She didn't take it. Her voice was cold. "Mr. Singhania, what… is this nonsense?"
He didn't respond with words. Instead, still seated on the bike, he caught her wrist gently, pulled her closer, and with a teasing smile on his lips, slipped the helmet over her head with his own hands.
"You're so innocent, baccha," he whispered, "This... is called bike."
Then he winked. "Now get on."
She didn't say a word, just kept glaring.
He laughed under his breath. "Come on, baccha. Don't be scared. It's just me. Your husband. And the bike."
She looked at him, half annoyed, half unsure but after a beat of hesitation, she got on the bike behind him.
Mumbling to herself, "Kanha… how will I survive this fire?"
He smirked, clearly hearing her. "Too late to back out now."
Hesitant and stiff, her back straight like a board, eyes darting nervously around.
Her fingers twitched slightly as she tried to figure out where to hold on. Without a word, Aditya reached back, took both her trembling hands in his strong grip, and gently wrapped them around his waist.
The contact sent a shiver through her spine.
Her fists were still clenched as if resisting, as if trying to protect the last thread of control she had left around him.
"Hold on tight, baccha," he said, his voice laced with amusement and something deeper something possessive. "I drive fast."
She swallowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. With closed eyes and a low, stubborn whisper, she replied, "I'm not afraid of your speed, Mr. Singhania."
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Smart girl," he chuckled, twisting the key in the ignition. "So wise, my ziddi baccha."
She opened her eyes just enough to glare at the back of his head, but he didn't look.
He didn't need to he could feel the heat of her silent rebellion.
With a swift movement, he kick-started the bike. The engine roared to life, and the air shifted. He revved it once with playful aggression before taking off. The bike lunged forward, and the wind immediately rushed against them.
Her grip was still weak, reluctant. But as he picked up speed faster, sharper, recklessly smooth her body instinctively closed the distance.
In one sudden gust of wind, her arms wrapped around him tightly, almost desperately.
Aditya's smirk widened. "Told you," he murmured under his breath, not turning back. The softness of her arms, the closeness of her chest against his back it was enough to make his heart race faster than the engine beneath them.
And then, in a moment of quiet surrender, Meera leaned her head gently against his back, her cheek brushing the fabric of his shirt. She closed her eyes again, not in fear, but in silent acceptance of the chaos she was sitting behind.
Feeling her settle into him, Aditya's grip on the throttle loosened just a bit. The speed slowed slightly not because he needed to, but because he wanted this moment to stretch longer. His smile lingered, softer now.
She didn't see the way his eyes flickered to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of her resting against him.
Her hair had slipped over her face during the ride, brushing gently against her cheeks and lips, but her eyes remained shut. The rush of wind had faded, but the pounding of her heart hadn't. She still rested her head against his back, unwilling to move, as if the safety of his presence delayed reality.
Her fingers were still clutching his shirt tightly, almost trembling. He could feel the tension in her grip, and a fond smile tugged at his lips. Without teasing her, he slowed the bike and stopped it just in front of the university gate.
Softly, he said, "Baccha… we've reached."
Still no movement.
His voice grew even gentler. "Baccha?" he repeated.
This time, she stirred her lashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes in a blink.
The sudden realization of where they were made her jolt, and she immediately let go of his waist. Her movements were rushed, flustered. She got down quickly, fixing her dupatta with trembling fingers, pushing her windswept hair behind her ears, trying hard to regain composure.
Her breaths came fast evidence of her nervousness.
Without looking at him, she whispered, "Thank you."
But Aditya… he was still looking at her.
Unashamedly.
Softly, just something unreasonable in his eyes. He reached out, slowly, brushing away a strand of hair that had stuck to her lips during the ride.
"You know…" he murmured, his voice low, "you look even more beautiful when you’re not scared of me."
She froze, lips slightly parted, but said nothing.
Then he stepped off the bike, still holding that gentle smile. "Go inside now. And don't forget to call me in the evening. I'll come pick you up."
She gave a stiff nod and began walking away.
But right then, a group of girls gathered near the entrance, whispering excitedly at the sight of Aditya. A few started walking toward him, phones in hand, asking shyly if they could take pictures.
Meera paused. She turned and saw the scene him, standing there tall and attractive, completely unaware of the attention. Something sharp twisted inside her chest.
And then… impulsively, she cried out, "Ahhhh! Mr. Singhania my foot!"
Aditya froze. The girls looked confused, but he spun around instantly and ran to her side.
"What happened, baccha? Did you twist your ankle? Are you hurt?" he asked, knelt down with genuine concern.
"My foot… it hurts. Can you… take me to that bench?" she said, pointing.
Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms.
Meera didn't miss the way the girls' smiles vanished, and she looked directly at them with a satisfied expression while hiding her own smirk.
Aditya, meanwhile, remained unaware of the little drama. He carefully placed her on the bench and knelt again, examining her foot. "Show me where does it hurt?"
She hesitated. "It's okay now… I think."
He raised an eyebrow. "Already?"
"Maybe… just a twist," she murmured, trying to hide her expression.
He stared at her for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. "You're sure you're not faking this just to avoid..."
She quickly interrupted, "You should go now."
As he stood, about to head to his bike, she suddenly blurted, "Wait! I'll come with you to the bike."
He paused. "Why?"
She went silent.
But then his eyes softened. He understood. He walked closer and leaned a little, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "You don't like when other girls come near me, do you?"
She looked away, saying nothing.
A teasing smile curled on his lips. "Don't worry. I won't click pictures with anyone. I promise, baccha."
And then, softer still "I'm yours. Only yours. Now go."
Her heart skipped, but she didn't respond. She just gave a tiny nod and turned away.
He watched her walk into the university. Even surrounded by others, all he could see was her.
His presence, calm yet commanding, drew immediate attention especially from the group of college girls lingering nearby, whispering and stealing glances like moths to a flame.
But before they could even approach, he slid smoothly into Kabir's car, shutting the door with effortless confidence. The tinted glass rose, cutting them off, leaving only disappointed sighs in his wake.
"Drop the bike at home, Kabir," he ordered, not even glancing back.
Kabir gave a half-smile and nodded. "Okay, boss."
Aditya's eyes narrowed with a faint smile. "Keep your eyes on her. I want updates every move. Who she meets, where she goes. If even a shadow crosses her path, I want to know before she does."
Kabir nodded seriously. "Done. She's under complete watch."
There was a pause before Aditya's tone shifted slightly. "By the way… Dadi was looking for you this morning. What was it about?"
Kabir blinked once, then recovered fast. "Oh, nothing serious, boss. She just wanted help with a few bags. Her usual stuff."
Aditya turned his head slowly, eyes piercing. "Really? That's it? I thought it sounded like something urgent."
Kabir cleared his throat, avoiding his gaze. "Boss, I'll… I'll explain it to you later."
A slow smirk spread across Aditya's lips, but his voice was flat. "So you're lying."
Before Kabir could reply, Aditya's phone buzzed sharply. He checked the screen and picked up. It was Nikita.
"Adi," she said briskly, "Meeting at eleven. Don't be late. Also, we’ve got Syndicate work today you're coming with me."
Aditya leaned back, resting his arm against the window. "Fine. I'll be there," he said, his voice cool, collected.
The call ended.
"Bhabhi college ke andar chali gayi hain, boss," Kabir informed him carefully.
Aditya's hardened face softened for a second. A rare, protective smile crept up.
"Yeah… she did. But make sure nothing bothers her today. Not even the wind."
Kabir nodded like a soldier receiving a sacred command. "You have my word."
He stepped out of the car and walked toward the black SUV behind them. With military-like precision, he leaned into the window and addressed the guards inside.
"Listen up. You're in charge of the boss's route today. One blink out of line and you'll answer to me. Got it? Eyes open. No mistakes."
The guards nodded, alert and serious.
Meanwhile, inside the moving car, Aditya looked out the window at the college campus vanishing behind him. The chaos of his world waited ahead. But for a few seconds more, he held onto the echo of her voice, the warmth of her hands on his back, and that innocent glare she gave him half anger, half fear, and unknowingly, entirely his.
Aditya reached the towering glass building that housed the headquarters of his diamond empire Singhania Exports.
Inside the boardroom, men in suits stood as he entered, their eyes nervously fixed on the man who commanded silence with just his presence.
He removed his sunglasses slowly and placed them on the table, then looked at the chief analyst. "So… what's the update on the Kimberley shipment?"
"Boss, it has cleared Antwerp. It will reach Mumbai port within seventy-two hours," the analyst responded, his voice steady but tight.
Aditya leaned forward. "And what about the Italy syndicate's demand?"
That's when Nikita entered with a confidential file. "Adi, we need to talk. The syndicate is backing out. They've made a new offer to the Solanki group."
Aditya's jaw tightened, but he didn't raise his voice. "I'll handle it." Then he looked at everyone else. "Meeting adjourned."
INT. SYNDICATE SAFEHOUSE – UNDERGROUND MEETING ROOM
Later, in a dark private lounge, with a long table spread with files, maps, and open laptops. A large screen flickered with surveillance footage. Nikita stood beside Aditya, pointing at the files laid out in front of him.
NIKITA
Adi, the shipment from Antwerp is clear. The South African lot is waiting for confirmation. And this (she slides another file) this is the Italy-based proposal. You were supposed to meet their representative today.
ADITYA (reading the file, nods slightly)
Let’s finish this quickly. I have another meeting with the East Asia suppliers.
Just then, the door creaked open. A tall man in an expensive suit stepped inside, his bodyguards waiting outside. He extended his hand, smirking.
ITALIAN MEMBER (Mr. Bianchi)
Mr. Singhania. A pleasure to finally meet the legend.
ADITYA (ignores the handshake, gestures to sit)
Let’s not waste time. Speak.
Bianchi sits, crossing his legs with arrogance.
BIANCHI
I’ve gone through the deal terms. Acceptable. But before that (chuckles) I had an interesting encounter with someone at your last Dubai summit. A guy named Vansh Rathore? Arrogant bastard. Thinks the world revolves around him.
The entire room falls silent.
Nikita’s eyes widen. She turns to Aditya.
Aditya’s head slowly lifts. His fingers stop tapping the table.
ADITYA (low, dangerous)
What did you just say?
BIANCHI (still smirking)
Vansh. That guy. Cocky. Disrespectful. He shouldn’t even be in this business.
Nikita turned slowly toward Aditya, who was now standing expression unreadable. His hand lowered beneath the table.
ADITYA (dead quiet)
Vansh Rathore is my best friend.
BIANCHI (pauses, then scoffs)
Well then, you’ve got poor taste in friendship.
Aditya doesn't speak. He slowly rises from his chair, his expression blank terrifyingly calm. He pulls his gun from his belt with silent precision.
NIKITA
Adi... Adi... wait...
BANG.
One clean shot. Bianchi's body falls to the floor, lifeless. Blood seeps into the marble. The silence in the room becomes deafening.
ADITYA (without blinking, to Nikita)
Send his body back to Italy. Quietly. I don’t want a mess. Clean it. Completely.
Nikita stares in shock.
NIKITA
Adi… he was important. You could’ve given him one chance. He didn’t know Vansh was...
ADITYA (interrupts, cold and sharp)
You know I don’t give second chances, Nikita. Especially when it comes to my people.
NIKITA
Adi… you could've warned him.
ADITYA
You think I warn people who insult my brother? He disrespected Vansh. That was his last mistake.
He wiped the gun clean and walked out without a single look back.
Aditya’s phone rang again. This time, the name flashing made him pause for a second Riya.
The tension that had been hanging in his eyes from the earlier syndicate encounter instantly dissolved.
He raised a hand toward Nikita, signaling her to stop talking. "Nikita, not a word right now. Just stay quiet."
Then, with a smile that only his little sister could pull out of him, he answered the call. "Yes, princess?"
"Bhai!" came Riya's chirpy voice, "I don't want to go to the hospital today. Can you please send someone to pick me up? I really want to meet bhabhi... today itself."
Aditya chuckled softly, already opening his messages to call someone.
"Alright, beta! I'll send Dara to get you in just a bit, okay?"
"No delays, bhai," she insisted like a child, "Mujhe bhookh bhi lagi hai aur aaj main sirf aapke or Kabir bhai ke hath se khana khaungi."
(Translation - I'm starving! And today, I'm only going to eat food served by you and Kabir bhai. No excuses!)
Aditya smiled even wider now, voice laced with amusement. "You're becoming bossier by the day. Fine, I'll send him now. Done."
He ended the call, still smiling faintly. Then his eyes turned sharp again as he looked at Nikita.
"Nikita, have this cleaned up. Now. I've got another meeting to wrap up. I'll be back soon."
"Got it, Adi," Nikita nodded, already taking charge.
Aditya then pulled out his phone again and called Dara. "Dara, go pick Riya from her apartment and take her straight home. Don’t delay."
"Yes, boss."
"And one more thing tell the home staff that today only Riya's favorite food is to be cooked. Nothing else. Make sure it’s done quickly."
"Understood, boss. I'll make sure everything's ready before she arrives."
Meanwhile, at her apartment,
Riya was humming while getting ready when her phone rang again. It was Isha.
Riya frowned slightly but answered, "Hey, Isha. What’s up?"
"I need to meet you today. It's important," Isha's voice was direct.
"Sorry, not possible today. I'm going to meet bhabhi," Ria said politely but firmly.
There was a pause. "Wait… bhabhi? You mean Adi's wife?"
Riya smiled, "Yep. Meera bhabhi. The one he married."
Isha sounded confused. "But… who told you? I mean, Adi didn't inform anyone when he got married."
Ria raised her chin proudly, smoothing her hair behind her ear as she stood up. "I don't know about 'anyone', but bhai told me the same day they got married."
There was a sharp silence.
Isha's voice dropped, stunned. "You knew?"
Ria giggled, "Of course. Bhai was so nervous! He had never dated a girl in his life, and suddenly he had a wife. He didn't know what kind of clothes bhabhi would like or how to make her comfortable. So I went shopping with him that day to help pick bhabhi's clothes."
Isha's voice went cold. "Oh. Okay then. Bye."
Ria looked at the phone with narrowed eyes. "Seriously? What was the point of this call then?" she mumbled, making a face.
Then, rolling her eyes dramatically, she flopped back on her bed and smirked,
"Jealous much?"
Just then, her phone buzzed again. A message from Dara:
"On my way, little boss. Be ready.."
Ria laughed and replied, "Thanks, Dara bhai. You're the best!"
Then she picked her bag and walked out, excitement written all over her face.
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