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That morning, he stepped out of his room after a long shower, Aditya came downstairs, the faint scent of his expensive cologne lingering in the hallways. He was buttoning the cuff of his black shirt. The top two buttons were casually open, revealing a hint of his chiselled chest. The aura he carried was dangerous yet magnetic. When his eyes searched for someone her.
Downstairs, Meera stood in the kitchen, chatting with the staff, trying to learn something basic about cooking. Her innocence glowing like morning sunshine.
He walked in, his eyes scanning until they locked into her like a predator catching its prey.
"Baccha," he said, his voice deep and calm as he stepped into the kitchen, "Are you cooking something?"
The staff, sensing Aditya's presence, instantly made themselves scarce leaving the room one by one, heads down, without a word. The air shifted.
Aditya stepped closer, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Didn't you hear me? Are you trying to cook?"
"I don't know how to cook," she admitted, her voice a little defensive.
He sighed in relief and muttered under his breath with a faint smirk, "Thank God."
Then in a teasing tone, "Then what exactly are you doing here?"
Meera crossed her arms. "It's my house too. I'll stand wherever I want."
He gave her a look half amusement, half something unreadable and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I like it, Jaan." He stepped back slightly. "Come on, I'll drop you to college."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned to leave. Meera hesitated for a second, then followed him silently, adjusting the dupatta on her shoulder.
As she trailed behind him, he suddenly stopped and turned. She bumped straight into his chest, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt.
She gasped and took a step back. "So... sorry," she stammered, avoiding his gaze.
He looked down at her, his voice softer now. "I was going to say something... forget it." Then with a subtle nod, "Let's go."
Outside, the morning sun was bright, but the luxury car gleamed even brighter.
Kabir stood waiting beside it. Aditya tossed him a glance and said firmly, "Kabir, take the day off. I'll drive today."
Kabir looked a little surprised but nodded. "Yes, boss."
Aditya walked around, opened the car door for Meera like a gentleman. She quietly slid in. Before shutting the door, he leaned toward Kabir and murmured near his ear, voice low and commanding, "Follow her... but make sure baccha doesn't even feel your presence. I want full eyes on her."
Kabir's jaw tightened in silent obedience. "Understood, boss."
As they drove, the silence in the car was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Meera kept glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn't understand this man he scared her, confused her, but today... he felt almost normal.
When they reached her college, Aditya brought the car to a smooth stop and looked at her.
"We're here," he said, voice softer than usual.
She opened the door slowly, still unsure how to react to his strange mix of coldness and care. Just as she steeped out, he said, "Baccha..."
She turned. "Hmm..."
He leaned slightly towards the window and murmured, "Don't talk to any rendom. I have a habit of... removing problems..."
Her eyes widened and he gave a small wink but she walked away, her dupatta swaying behind her. Aditya kept watching until she disappeared through the college gates.
"Permanently." He added.
Then drove off.
Moment later, he dialed Kabir. "Update."
Kabir's voice came through the line, crisp and alert. "Boss, bhabhi has gone inside. I've got her in sight. Don't worry she won't even notice I'm here."
Aditya didn't reply for a moment. Then he said quietly, "Good. She's too innocent for this world."
He hung up and drove away unaware that this very innocence would be the storm to rewrite every rule of his world.
Afternoon,
In the evening, Aditya called Kabir. "Kabir, bring your bhabhi home."
Kabir, slightly confused, replied, "Boss, aren't you coming to pick her up yourself?"
Aditya's voice was sharp, urgent. "I'm stuck in a meeting. Don't waste time. Just bring her."
Kabir paused, sensing something off. "Alright, boss."
As soon as he hung up, Kabir muttered to himself, "What is going on in boss's mind today? He's been acting strange..."
Despite his confusion, Kabir went and brought Meera back home. She walked in silently, her face blank, eyes lowered something wasn't right.
Just as Meera disappeared into the house, Kabir's phone buzzed again. It was Nikita, calling for some urgent matter. He hesitated for a moment, then left to meet her.
Meanwhile, Aditya reached the house. His face was stiff, jaw clenched.
Standing at the front door, he barked, "Dara! Clear the house. Every staff member, out. From this point on, only my baccha and I will be in this house. No one else. Until I say otherwise."
Dara rushed in, startled. "Boss... is everything okay? You... You seem angry."
Aditya's voice turned ice cold. "Just do what I said, Dara. No questions."
Dara swallowed nervously. "Yes, Boss. As you wish."
Within minutes, the entire house was emptied.
Aditya slowly walked toward Dadi's room - Meera's room. His footsteps echoed through the now-silent house. He opened the door, and there she was sitting quietly near the window.
"Baccha," he said coldly, "who were you with today? And why?"
Meera turned to face him, her voice calm but firm. "Mr. Singhania, I wasn't with anyone."
He stared at her, searching for even a flicker of a lie in her eyes.
Something snapped in him.
In a sudden fit of rage, his hands swept across the dresser, he began throwing things the lamp, the books, the vase.
They crashed against the floor and walls. The calm silence of the house was shattered in seconds.
Meera flinched, terrified. She covered her ears, shut her eyes, and cried out, "Please... Mr. Singhania... I'm scared... please stop..." she whimpered.
That voice trembling, broken stopped him.
He froze.
For a moment, the anger evaporated, replaced by guilt.
She was his weakness. Seeing her like this broken and afraid hit him harder than any betrayal.
But the storm inside him hadn't passed.
He stood still, his voice low, trembling with restrained fury.
"I asked you with love, Baccha... didn't I?" His voice was trembling now, with rage and pain. "Why couldn't you just tell me?"
He stepped closer. "But no... Mrs. Singhania lies to her husband... again. Third time. Why? What is it? Tell me Jaan. What is so hard to say? What's bothering you? Has anyone in this house ever disrespect you? Denied you anything? Shown you anything but love?"
He took a breath, trying and failing to steady himself.
"I've tried everything... everything to make you feel safe, feel loved, feel free... but your lies your silence they're breaking me."
Meera looked down, silent, tears brimming in her eyes.
Without another word, Aditya turned away and stormed out of the room, muttering under his breath, "Bloody idiot..."
Meera panicked. She got up and ran after him.
She stopped in front of him, blocking his path.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Aditya looked straight into her eyes. "You didn't meet anyone, right. But he... he met my wife."
Meera's heart sank. Her lips quivered. "Mr. Singhania... please. Please don't do anything. Aap jaisa kahenge main waisa hi karungi, I promise. But please..."
He stared at her for a long moment anger still burning in his eyes, but something softer beneath.
Finally, he stepped closer and he spoke his voice low and tight
"Toh achi biwi baniye aur chaliye apne room mein."
He says softly, "Come quickly."
Meera hesitates, her eyes filled with concern, "Okay... but promise me, you won't go anywhere."
He nodded, "I promise. I won't go."
She holds his gaze for a moment longer, searching for honesty in his eyes.
She starts walking toward her room, but suddenly winces glass shards are scattered across the floor.
Aditya, though still angry, immediately notices. His anger doesn't matter anymore not when she could get hurt. Without thinking, he strides toward her and lifts her gently only with one hand.
She gasps.
He carries her past the glass, his jaw tight, and puts her down outside the room . She walks in quietly without a word. He watches her go, emotions swirling in his eyes - anger, guit, worry, pain.
Aditya takes a deep breath, clenches his fists, and immediately calls Kabir.
"Kabir, where are you?"
Kabir, sensing urgency, responds, "Boss, I'm on the way. Is everything okay?"
Aditya, in a low, tense voice, says, "No. Just get home. Now."
A few minutes later, Kabir arrives. The atmosphere is tense the entire staff is gathered outside the house, whispering among themselves.
Confused, Kabir walks up to Dara. "Why is everyone outside? What happened?"
Dara replies nervously, "Boss told everyone to step out... and not go back in."
Kabir frowns, troubled. Without wasting a moment, he rushes inside, calling out, "Boss...?"
He finds Aditya standing silently in Dadi's room. The room is a mess furniture overturned, glass shattered, curtains ripped.
Kabir steps in slowly, stunned. "Boss... what is this? What happened here?" he asks in disbelief.
Aditya doesn't look at him, eyes cold and voice flat, "Tell Dara to clean all of this. No one else is allowed in this room. Not even by mistake."
Kabir swallows hard, nodding, "Yes... I'll handle it. But... bhabhi? Where is she?"
Aditya turns his head, staring out the window. "She's in this house."
Kabir looks doubtful. "Boss, forgive me, but I can't believe that until I see her myself. I can't trust your words today."
Aditya's voice rises, "Kabir..."
But Kabir doesn't back down. "Let me see her first. Then I'll take care of the rest."
Aditya flares with anger, slams his fist on the table. "Fine! Go then! Find her! Quickly!"
Aditya glares at him, anger burning in his eyes. Then without another word, he turns away and storms out of the room.
Kabir immediately starts searching, calling softly, "Bhabhi... Bhabhi..."
Behind a closed door, Meera hears his voice. Her heart tightens. She wipes away her tears quickly, walks to the door, and slowly opens it.
Kabir stands there. Relief washes over his face. "Bhabhi... you're here... I mean, thank God..."
Before he finishes, Meera cuts in quietly, "Mr. Singhania was in Dadi's room... so I came here."
Kabir studies her eyes, looking for cracks. "Are you okay?"
Meera nods. "Yes... I'm fine."
But her voice betrays her.
Kabir senses it but doesn't push. He nods gently and leaves. Meera slowly closes the door, locking it behind her.
In a whisper, she says to herself,
"Kanha Mr. Singhania, bahut bure hain. Wo bahut bure hain wo aise react kar rahe hain jaise wo kabhi koi galati nahi karte. Wo itne bade bade paap karke bethe hain. Aur agar main unko btati toh sacchi Kanha unka reaction isse bhi jyada gusse wala hota..."
(Translation - Kanha, Mr. Singhania is very cruel, he's so cruel. I will never talk to him again. He's reacting as if he has never made any mistakes, while he's sitting there after committing such big sins. And honestly, Kanha, if I had told him the truth, his reaction would have been even angrier than this.)
She sinks to the floor, hugging her knees, tears rolling down silently as the weight of everything finally breaks her.
She sat there in silence, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to hold her shattered heart together. Tears welled up in her eyes but didn't fall. Her gaze was vacant, lost somewhere between pain and helplessness. Meanwhile, Aditya sat rigidly in his luxurious showroom office, a storm of emotions surging within him. His jaw was clenched, his fingers twitching as he watched her through the hidden camera feed on the large screen in front of him.
She had no idea she was being watched.
Her voice trembled as she whispered to the only one who knew her pain. "Kanha... why doesn't Mr. Singhania ever hurt himself? Why does he only know how to give pain to others? Always breaking hearts, never his own."
Her words pierced through him like a dagger. His knuckles turned white as his fists clenched in fury not at her but at himself. In a split second, rage and guilt exploded within him. With a sharp growl of frustration, he slammed his bare hand down onto the diamond glass table in front of him. The thick, reinforced glass cracked instantly under the force, shattering into jagged pieces.
Blood oozed out instantly, dripping down his wrist and staining the polished wood beneath. He didn't flinch. He didn't move. He simply sat there, staring at his bleeding hand as if trying to punish it for failing to protect her heart.
Just then, the door creaked open. His manager entered holding a file, unaware of the scene inside. "Sir, the meeting..." she began but froze mid-sentence as she saw the blood. Her eyes widened. "Adi sir! Your hand it's bleeding badly. Let me call a doctor!"
Aditya didn't even lift his gaze. His voice was eerily calm. " Forget the doctor. Let's go to the boardroom. I don't need doctor."
She hesitated, stunned. "Sir, please... at least let me bandage it..."
"I said no," he snapped, standing up, blood still dripping. "Let's not keep them waiting."
Minutes later, he walked into the boardroom. The Italian clients stood up the moment they saw him, shock written all over their faces. One of them stepped forward. "Adi, this can wait. You seriously need medical attention. This is serious, you're bleeding very badly."
But Aditya brushed it off as if it meant nothing. "Let's get this meeting done. I'm fine."
Outside the boardroom, the manager rushed out, pulling her phone from her pocket with trembling hands. She quickly dialed Kabir.
"Kabir sir," she spoke urgently, "Adi sir's hand is bleeding heavily. He shattered the showroom table in anger. He's refusing medical help. He won't let anyone near him! And doing meetings."
Kabir's voice turned tense. "I'm on my way."
Without wasting a second, he called Meera.
"Bhabhi..." he began, voice heavy with concern, "Boss's hand is bleeding badly. He's refusing treatment... and still conducting a meeting like nothing happened."
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then Meera's voice cracked, filled with fear. "Kabir... please. Take me to him. Now."
"Ji, Bhabhi. I'm coming."
Soon, Kabir drove her straight to the showroom. As he pulled up near the entrance, he said, "I'll park the car. You go ahead."
Meera didn't wait. She flew out of the car, her heart pounding, anxiety rising with each step. Her dupatta flared behind her as she rushed inside the glass doors, eyes frantic, mind clouded with only one thought he's hurt.
But as she neared the reception counter, a young woman at the front desk stopped her politely. "Ma'am, your name, please?"
Meera, breathless, hair tousled from the wind, managed to reply, "Meera..." her voice faltered with panic.
The receptionist looked at the screen. "Ma'am, please wait here. Sir is in a meeting right now."
Meera slammed her hand on the counter with such force that the girl jumped. Her eyes, once soft and afraid, now blazed with fire.
"Meera. Aditya. Singhania." she said slowly, each word laced with steel. "The only owner of this entire goddamn showroom. Don't ever try to stop me again."
The girl froze, eyes wide, recognizing at last who stood before her. Meera didn't wait for a response. She marched ahead, her heartbeat echoing in her ears, the only thing on her mind he needed her.
She pushed open the door with a trembling hand, heart pounding wildly in her chest. The sharp scent of blood lingered faintly in the air. Her eyes searched frantically until they landed on him.
The moment Aditya's eyes met hers, something shifted in the room. The tension snapped like a wire. His gaze locked onto her, unreadable and heavy. Without a second's delay, he raised his hand and commanded, "Everyone out. Now."
The boardroom fell into stunned silence. Heads turned. The Italian clients exchanged confused glances. But when they followed his eyes to the woman standing at the door her face pale, her eyes swollen with tears they understood.
Something had changed. The lion wasn't roaring for business today. He was bleeding...
He didn't need assistance. He didn't need doctor.
He needed her.
No one questioned him. They all quietly rose and left, some casting lingering glances as they exited.
Once the door shut behind them.
He looked at her.
She was breathless, anxious her eyes red with worry, hands trembling slightly.
His tone softened. "Jaan... come inside."
She rushed toward him, her eyes fixed only on his bleeding hand.
As she reached out to touch his hand, he suddenly pulled it away, his voice sharp and cold.
"Don't... Hath mat lagana, Jaan," he snapped, his eyes dark with restrained pain. "This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to feel pain. Well. Then. Wish. Granted."
She gasped. But her eyes... they stayed on his wound. Her lips trembled, but she didn't back away.
Her voice broke, without thinking, she steps closer and gently cups his face with both hands as if calming a wild storm.
"No," she whispered brokenly, "Mr. Singhania... aap mujhse naraz hain naa..., okay, punish me. Yell at me. But please, let me take care of this. Please..."
Her fingers gently brushed his cheek. "You're bleeding so much... it scares me."
He didn't speak, but his eyes began to waver. Her tears fell faster now, warm and desperate.
"Acchi biwi ke acche pati hain naa... aap... Let me help you please... You're bleeding. And main aapko aise nahi dekh sakti."
"Adi..." she choked, her voice raw with emotion, "Adi... main mar jaungi, if anything happens to you. Don't do this. Please... mujhe karne dijiye."
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