It took quite some time, guys! There are multiple scenes in this chapter, I've tried my best to explain them properly with all the details. Agar samjh naa aye to adjust kar lena and fill in the gaps with your imagination. Also, my English might have a few mistakes here and there, so please adjust. I'm not that perfect."

Sukriya,

Let's start...

She angrily said, "It doesn't seems like he fears anyone, it feels like he rules over everyone. You all just sit and watch."

His father shouted at her and asked her, "Where did you learn to talk so rudely?"

With unwavering confidence, she crossed her arms and replied, "Apne pati se."

(Translation - From my husband.)

He was sitting in the hall, smirking, as if enjoying the storm unfolding before him. Meanwhile she continues shouting, her voice filled with frustration and pain.

"Well, he speaks even worse than this. You already know that, right? And here you are, trying to teach me!" Her voice was laced with sarcasm and mockery.

Meanwhile, they both stood watching her, Vansh completely shocked.

Vansh muttered, "Adi, are you even understand what's happening here?"

But he wasn't listening. His focus was elsewhere, completely fixated on the way her waist.

A slow smirk crept onto his lips as he whispered, "Speechless... My tigress is even more dangerous when she's breathtakingly beautiful. And f*ck she doesn't even realize just how much I enjoying this side of her."

Vansh looks at him and says, "Tu bhaang pi ke rahta hai aajkal yaa apni mohtrma ke nashe me hi 24/7? Yahan kya baat chal rahi hai... Uska dhyan kaha hai... are pagal kar degi tujhe... No wait, are main bhi kya kah raha hun. Kar kya degi kar diya..."

(Translation - Are you high on bhaang these days, or are you just intoxicated by your madam 24/7? What's going on here? Where is your attention wondering? She's going to drive you insane... no wait, what am I even saying? She already has!)

She took a step forward, her eyes burning with fury. "Jab aapka anmol ratan mujhe yahan lekar aaye the, tab kahan the aap? Kya ye sikhaya hai aapne unhe?" Her voice cracked, but she masked it with anger.

(When your precious son brought me here, where were you then? Is this what you taught him?)

"You are like a father to him, right?"

His father sighed, his voice softer now, "Beta, I apologize to you on behalf of my son for everything he has done."

She let out a bitter laugh. "I don't need anyone's apology! Apologies don't change what happened!"

She was still shouting when he, who had been watching her with an amused expression.

He stepped forward to calm her down, said in a gentle voice, "Baccha, listen to me..."

But before he could even finish, she shot him a furious glare. Pointed a warning finger at him. "Mr. Aditya Singhania, don't even dare!"

Vansh, standing beside him, exchange a knowing glance with him and whispered, "Adi, aapki ziddi baccha ke irade kya hain?"

(Translation - Adi, what is your ziddi baccha's intention.)

He crossed his arms, a small smile played on his lips, said, "F*cking dangerous... very dangerous! Impressive, I liked her confidence."

Her father, now exhausted and frustrated, took a deep breath and said, "Meera, come with me."

Her expression hardened. "Where should I go with you?"

Her father steps closer. "Come home, beta."

She clenched her fists. "Why? What home? I won't risks again, disappearing and making you all search for me. I won't trouble anyone anymore."

Meanwhile they both are in their own world.

Vansh looks at him suspiciously and says, "Adi, why do I feel like all of this is your doing?"

He was smiling, but there was a different kind of smirk on his lips. He casually leaned back, adjusting his cufflinks, and said, "Vansh, you give me too much credit."

Vansh folded his arms, still not convinced. "Tell me, what did you do?"

He says, "Nothing Vansh. Just had a little talk with my precious Ziddi Baccha."

Vansh narrowing his eyes, "I knew it! This was all your doing. Anyway, what exactly did you say to her?"

He leans back with a sly grin, "Nothing much, buddy."

Before Vansh can press further, both of them shift their attention toward her.

She inhaled sharply, regaining her composer. "I could you here for some different reason. My husband is certainly capable of providing me with everything I need, but I worked really hard on my notes . Just send them to me."

Her father's patience finally breaking, raised his hand and slapped her.

The room fell silent.

He had been quite all this time, watching his wife with admiration as she raged, but the moment he saw her father slap her, something inside him snapped.

His playful smirk vanished. His eyes darkened with rage.

Without a thought, he pulled out his gun and aimed it directly at her father's head.

His father immediately intervened. "Adi, what are you doing? Put the gun down."

But he wasn't listening. His grip on the gun tightened.

She gasped and and quickly stepped in front of him, shielding her father.

Her fingers curled tightly around his shirt, her knuckles turning white.

Her eyes shut tightly as she whispering, her voice shaking, "Please..."

Seeing her there, trembling, protecting the man who had hurt his precious treasure, his rage only grew.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Why, Jaan? Why are you my f*cking weakness?"

And then, in an uncontrollable fit of frustration, he threw the gun to the groun. His head snapped back as he let out a roar of frustration. "WHY, MRS. SINGHANIA?"

Her breath hitched, but she didn't move.

Then he held her hand. He was angry, but his grip was soft, as if he didn't want to hurt her. He said, "You wanted to meet your father, right? You've met him long enough. Now, go to your room."

His father stepped forward and said, "Adi, what are you doing? Let go of her hand." He forcibly pulled her hand away from his grip.

He looked at him in disbelief. "Adi, what has happened to you? What kind of things are you doing?"

Vansh's eyes widened in shock. He quickly stepped in and whispered, "Dad, it's nothing. Adi is just angry right now. Don't worry, he'll calm down."

She turned to leave for her room, but his father stopped her. "Beta, if you want to talk to your father, take him inside and speak properly."

She hesitated and looked at him. And he, who had been staring at his uncle, finally shifted his gaze to her and asked, "Uncle, what are you saying?"

His father sighed, "Adi, beta, he is father. Let her talk to him. I also need to talk to you both."

Dadi intervened, "Go, beta. Take your father to the room and talk."

He clenched his jaw and said to Kabir, "Only five minutes."

She led her father to the room. As soon as they were inside, his father turned to them. "Adi, Vansh, what is all this? What have you both done?"

In anger, he says, "First, call your mother and ask her to came here."

Vansh, trying to stay calm, says, "Dad, please listen to me first..."

His father cuts him off, his voice rising, "Did you not hear what I said?"

He quickly takes out his phone and calls his mother. "Maa, please come to Adi's house. Dad and I are here, we need to talk."

His mother, sensing something is wrong, asks with concern, "What happened, beta?"

He hesitate for a moment before replying, "Maa, just come home first. We will explain everything then."

Without waiting futher questions, he hangs up. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"Dad, we wanted to tell you..."

Before he can finish, his father interrupts furiously, "When? When were you planning to tell me?

His father's sharp gaze shifts to Kabir, his tone laced with disappointment. "Kabir, mujhe in dono se koi ummid nahi hai, par tum... I trusted you. At least tum mujhe bta sakte the. Tum ye sab rok sakte the."

(Translation - Kabir, I don't expect anything from these anymore, but you... I trusted you. At least you could tell me. You could have stopped this.)

Vansh runs a hand through his hair in frustration, muttering under his breath, "Dekho to inko, bharose ki baat kar bhi kisse rahe hai jo sabse pahle use kidnap karne pahuncha tha."

(Translation - Look at him, talking about trust with the very person who was the first to show up to kidnap her.)

His father, still fuming, shakes his head in disbelief. "You both have embarrassed me beyond words. Do you even understand what you've done? What will people say they find out?"

Aditya, steps forward. "Uncle, please don't worry. No one will find out. We have everything under control."

But his father turns to him, his anger flaring up again. "Adi, shut up."

Meanwhile, in her room, she stood still, her hands clenched into fists, her breath uneven.

Her father walked towards her, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. He pulled her into a tight hug and and whispered, "I'm sorry, beta. I raised my hand on you. This was the first time in my life that I hit my daughter, the one I love more than my own life. But why are you saying all this? Why are you doing this? The police are on our side. Come home, beta. This is not your home."

She swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. She slowly pulled away from his embrace and took a deep breath before speaking, her voice steady but firm, "No, papa. I will not go anywhere now. And please, if possible, don't come here again, because I don't want any more drama. What happened, happened. I have made my decision, and I am standing by it."

Her father shook his head in disbelief. "Beta, I don't understand... why are you saying this. You never like this before."

She met his gaze with unwavering determination, "Papa, I am safe here. I have no problems. And listen carefully... right now, I am requesting you calmly. If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to harm my husband in any way, I will not tolerate it."

By then, Vansh's mother arrives, concern evident on her face. She looks at everyone and asks, "What happened, beta? Why did you call me home so urgently?"

Her husband, still seething with anger, doesn't even look at her as he snaps, "Pucho apne beto se kya kiya hai inhone."

(Translation - Ask your son's what they have done.)

She looks at them, confusion growing in her eyes. "At least tell me what happened."

Finally the truth comes out. Vansh explain everything. With each word, her expression changes from shock to disbelief. When he finish, she gasps, "What? How could you two do something like this?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to process everything, then walks over her Adi. She gently runs her hand through his hair and saying, "Beta, why did you do this? You could have told me. I would have gone and talked to them. There was no need for all this mess."

"Hum shariff log hain. Ye hamein sobha nahi deta. Jamana kya kahenge?"

(Translation - We are decent people. This doesn't suit us. What will society say?)

He unfazed, looks into her eyes and replies firmly, "Maa, I don't care.

His uncle, who had been holding back his fury, finally explodes. "This boy has completely lost his mind. Just listen how he's talking. And you... rather than scolding him, you're talking to him so gently, as if he did nothing wrong."

His voice trembles with anger as he continues, "Do you even understand what he has done? I met that girl, I couldn't even bring myself to look her in the eyes. I don't even have the courage to face her."

His fists clench, falling with heavy breaths. "I've spent my life teaching others about justice and the law, and my sons have broken every rule I live by. I can't believe this."

Saying this, he went inside.

As soon as he disappears, Vansh lets out a frustration sigh and turns to his mother. "Maa, aapke pati kuch hi jyada overreact kar rahe hai."

(Translation - Maa, your husband is seriously overreacting.)

Aditya adds, "Maa, please explain to your husband that what's done is done. There's no point in stretching this any further."

Vansh nods in agreement, trying to justify their actions. "Yes, we admit that kidnapping her was wrong. That was our mistake. But Maa, Adi loves her. She is safe here."

Their mother shakes her head, her heart with disappointment. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, "I can't even take your side in this. You both have done something very, very wrong."

Vansh crosses his arms, and says, "Maa, what's the point of all this regret now? No one is in danger. She is fine. So why are we making this a bigger issue than it needs to be?"

His mother gives him a hard look. "Because, Vansh, this isn't just about whether someone is safe. It's about what's right and what's wrong. And you two... you crossed a line."

"Now it's time to flashback"

As soon as he steps out of the study, he recieves a call from Isha.

Isha, sounding impatient, say, "Adi..."

He rubbing his forehead, replies, "Isha, you haven't given me any updates. What's going on?"

Isha lowers her voice slightly, "Adi, some unexpected guests have arrived near the dock. I've arranged for surveillance, but I really think you need to be here. We also need to plan our next move. If the diamonds don't reach their destination, it will be a disaster."

He exhales sharply, his jaw tightening, "Isha, keep eye on them. I'll be there this evening. I don't give a f*ck about those bl**dy diamonds, but this deal is too important."

Isha responds, "Alright, I'll wait for you."

He ends the call and leans against the wall for a moment, lost in thought.

A slow, mischievous smile creeps onto his face as an idea strikes him. He turns back and walks toward the study room.

Inside, she is sitting at a table, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a book. She seems lost in thought, unaware of his presence.

He leans against the doorframe and smirks. "Jaan, do you want to meet your father?"

Her fingers freeze on the page. She lifts her eyes to him but doesn't respond.

He tilts his head, stepping into the room. "If you really want to meet your father, I promise I will take you to him today itself. But on one condition."

Her jaw tightens. Her voice, laced with anger, finally breaks the silence. "What do you mean, Mr. Singhania? Stop playing games and speak clearly."

He walks closer, his smirk never fading. "Wow, my wife is very intelligent. You already know there's a condition, don't you?"

She turns her face away, her body tense.

He chuckles, lowering his voice, "I will take you to your father, but..." He pauses, then steps forward, "You will not leave this house. Ever. And no one outside this house should know about the matter. That will be your responsibility. If you agree to this deal, you can meet your father."

Her hands tighten into fists. "And what makes you think I'll agree to your terms? Do you take me for a fool?"

He shrugs. "Your choice, Jaan. You can continue sitting here, drowning in your book, or..." He turns to leave, throwing over his shoulder, "I'll just forget I even offered."

He watches him walk toward the door. Her mind races. She knows this might be the only chance she gets.

Her heart pounds, and before she can stop herself, she speaks. "Mr. Singhania."

He stops but doesn't turn immediately. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he finally faces her.

Her voice is cold. "Do you even have a heart?" She exhales sharply, then says, "Fine. Let me meet my father. I just want to tell him where I am."

His smirk deepens as he pulls out his phone.

He dials Kabir. "Kabir, apni bhabhi ke baap ko lekar aao. Nayi farmaish hai unki."

(Translation - Kabir, bring your bhabhi's father here. She has a new request.)

Then he cuts the phone back into his pocket.

She glares at him, shaking her head in frustration. "Mr. Singhania, are you even a only businessman? Because your actions don't seems like it at all."

He laughs softly, stepping closer. He reaches out, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. His voice drops to a whisper.

"Jaan, you don't need to focus on all this." He leans in slightly, his eyes locked onto on hers. "Just focus on your husband."

She jerks her head away, her eyes burning with with defiance, but he just smirks.

"Coming back to the present"

Vansh's father walks up to her and says, "Beta, if you want, you can take action. What my sons did was not right. I don't even know what to say... I'm still trying to process everything. As a father, I feel ashamed."

She sighs, her expression unreadable, and replies, "Uncle, there's no point in discussing this anymore. I don't want to talk about it. And yes, just inform the media that I did this of my own free will... no one forced me. I don't want unnecessary drama."

She looks away for a moment before continuing, "And please, I request you all to leave now. I am not in the mood for any further arguments."

Her father looks deeply hurt, his shoulders slumped. Without saying a word to anyone, he turns and walks away. Then his father step outside.

Meanwhile in the hall, his phone rings... it's Isha. He picks it up without hesitation and says, "I'm on my way, give me ten minutes." His voice is calm.

Vansh looks at him, confused. "Where are you going?"

He doesn't even flinch as he responds, "I have a deal to finalize." His tone is businesslike, almost indifferent.

Then he looks at her, he glances at Kabir. "Kabir, drop Mr. Sharma back home."

But Kabir already move forward, gently but firmly leading her father out. "Come, Uncle."

Vansh's father, observing him, shakes his head in disbelief and say, "This boy is reacting as if nothing affects him... as if what he did doesn't matter."

He pauses for a moment, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he speaks, his voice steady but firm, "Uncle, you're right. I did everything after thinking it through. I have fallen in love with her, and I don't see anything wrong with that." His gaze is unwavering as he continues, "I won't apologize for what I did."

Turning to his mother, he adds, "Maa, if you want to meet your daughter-in-law, go to her room. I'm heading out for a while. But don't expect me to regret my decisions."

He and Vansh begin walking away, but before they can leave, his father suddenly calls out, "Fix a date for Vansh's wedding as soon as possible. The sooner, the better."

Vansh stops in his tracks, turning back sharply. "Dad, please listen to me!" His voice is desperate, his father is unmoved.

Shaking his head, his father replies sternly, "I have listened and seen enough of what my sons are doing. No more discussion."

Frustrated, Vansh clenches his fists before leaving. Mr. Singhania, however, simply smirks, adjusting his watch before walking out.

Kabir was driving the car while Mr. Singhania and Vansh sat in the back. The tention was evident on Vansh's face, but Mr. Singhania, as usual, looked completely unfazed.

Smirking, he asked, "What happened, Vansh?"

He scoffs and replies, "Saale, ye sab Jo raha hai wo tera hi kiya dhra hai."

He adds, "At first, it was just about a girl... I thought I could convince Maa. But now things have escalated way beyond control."

He leans back casually. "So what? Just get married and be done with it."

Vansh shot him a sharp glare. "Haa jarur, tu to bolega hi. Tu nahi bolega to phir kon bolega?"

(Translation - Of course, you'd say that. If you won't say it, then who will?)

Kabir, watching them from the rearview mirror, chuckled. "Bhai, you met her, right?"

Vansh sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, I met her. She is very innocent girl yaar. Par Adi, trust me jab surgeon ko mere kaand pata chalege to pahale mujhe cheeregi fir silegi. Adi itni achi ladkiyan deserve nahi karte hum. Itni achi zindagi chal rahi thi... Bend baj gayi hai."

(Translation - When she finds out my mess, she'll cut me open first and then stitch me back up. But Adi, we don't deserve such good girls. Our lives were going so smoothly... and now, it's completely wrecked.)

He laughed. "Vansh, you're overthinking. Look, here's an idea... Kabir and I going to finalize a deal. Why don't you go meet her again? Talk to her, bond a little. Who knows? Maybe you'll start liking her."

Vansh said, "The idea is good, Adi. I don't know about liking, but I can at least ask her to refuse the marriage. If she agrees, then problem solved."

He smirked, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Exactly, Vansh. If she says no, half your problem is solved. But if she says yes..." He winked playfully, "Then you're officially trapped, Mr. Vansh Rathore."

Vansh shot him a glare. "Very funny, Adi."

Kabir, trying to hold back a smile, said, "Bhai, whatever happens, please don't come back with a bandage on your head."

Vansh rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Kabir."

Then he turned serious and said, "Kabir, first take the car towards the hospital."

Kabir nodded and took a U-turn, heading towards the hospital. As the car approached, Vansh's heart started racing. He adjusted his jacket nervously, glancing at the hospital building towering in front of him.

The car stopped outside the hospital. Vansh took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage.

Aditya leaned out of the window, smirking. "All the best."

Vansh glared at him one last time before stepping out of the car.

"Go, Mr. Rathore... convince her." He teased before Kabir drove off to finalize their deal.

"Scene: Hospital"

Vansh walked towards the hospital entrance, muttering under his breath, "I don't know who's trapping whom... but God, please save me from this surgeon."

He walked inside. The moment she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. For a second, she couldn't believe her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Rathore jii... aap...?"

He gave her a small nod and said, "Surgeon, I need to talk to you."

She smiled warmly and say softly, "Rathore jii, whatever you have to say, please say it quickly. I have an emergency to attend to. Please don't mind."

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and sighed. "Surgeon, just refuse this marriage. Tell them you're not happy. Simple."

She looks at him calmly, adjusting her coat, and replied, "Rathore jii, first of all, I have no problem with this marriage. And secondly, it would be better if you discuss this with our families because they are the ones who finalized it."

Then she glanced at her watch and added, "Sorry, but I have to go now."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Wow, ye aisa lag raha hai jaisa me eklouta hu jiske paas kuch karne ko nahi hai. Baaki sab busy hain."

(Translation - Wow, it really seems like I'm the only one with nothing to do. Everyone else is so busy.)

She smirked slightly and said, "Well, Rathore jii, lag to kuch aisa hi raha hai."

(Translation - Well, Rathore jii, it does look that way.)

He narrowed his eyes, "Surgeon, pachtayegi aap mujhse shaadi karke."

(Translation - Surgeon, you will regret marrying me.)

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Rathore jii, am I not good enough?"

He sighed and said, "You are too good, and that's exactly why I'm saying this."

She let out a soft chuckle and leaned slightly forward. "Then shouldn't I be the one worrying about regrets, not you?"

He folded his arms. "I'm just giving you a fair warning. You still have time to back out."

She tilted her head and looked at him thoughtfully. "What if I don't want to?"

He blinked, cought off guard. "You... don't want to?"

She smiled mischievously. "I never said that. But it's fun seeing you this flustered, Rathore jii."

He groaned. "You really enjoy annoying me, don't you."

She laughed lightly. "Maybe a little. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really have to go. Patients are waiting."

He exhaled and nodes. "Fine. Go ahead. But remember what I said."

As she turned to leave, she looked over her shoulder and said teasingly, "You too, Rathore jii. You might be the one regretting it."

He watched her walk away, rubbing his temple. "Great, just great."

Scene: Dockside Warehouse

He and Kabir arrived at the location. As he stepped out of the car, he adjusted his suit. Security was patroling the area, but his focus landed on Isha, who stopped with arms crossed her expression unreadable.

As soon as he reached her, she spoke. "Adi, you took way too long to get here. And where is Vansh?"

He smirked slightly, rolling his shoulders. "Isha, I was a little busy. Vansh had some work, he'll join soon. And since when did you start calling me for things like this? Can't you handle it?"

Isha let out a dry chuckle. "Since I've been dealing with idiots who have no clue who actually runs this place."

He chuckled darkly, tilting his head. "Talk."

Her expression hardened. "We've got rats. New faces. They've been keeping an eye on this place for a while. Not cops... Something else. Their movements are very calculated. Someone sent them, and I don't like it."

His smirk faded. His voice turned cold. "Then why are they still breathing?"

Her lips curled into a sly smile. "Because I was waiting for you, Adi. Now tell me, how painful should their last breaths be?"

He exhaled slowly, his gaze turning sharper. "It's simple, Isha. Find out who they are... ask them nicely. If they talk, fine. If not..." He glanced at the corner of the dock, his tone sharp. "Make sure their bodies never found."

Isha nodded, "Understood."

He shifted gears, his tone sharp. "What about the deal?"

Isha smirked. "Don't worry about it, Adi. I'll handle it. But you need to watch your back. Something doesn't feel right. This isn't just random nuisance... it's calculated."

He said, "Noted." Then turned to Kabir, his tone commanding. "Kabir, switch out every diamonds they are bringing in. By tomorrow, I want new people... no loose ends. Call Nikita. She'll take care of it.

Kabir hesitated, "Boss, but those guys are good . They're doing their job as well..."

He cuts him off. "Kabir, you're too naive. If they're too good, they are dangerous. If they're too bad, they're useless. Either way, I don't want them arround. Do what I said."

Kabir gave a silent nod, knowing his instincts were never wrong.

"Isha Kapoor"

Isha is Aditya and Vansh's childhood friend and a ruthless diamond smuggler, known for her sharp mind and deadly precision. She is fearless, commands respect in the underworld, and never leaves loose ends.

Despite her cold and merciless nature, she has a soft spot for Aditya... though she has never admitted it, not even to herself. She stands as an enigma, fiercely independent yet fiercely loyal, always watching from the shadows, ensuring no harm comes to those she secretly cares about.

"Meanwhile at his Penthouse"

After thinking for a long time, his mother finally went to her room. She softly said, "Beta..."

She simply lifted her eyes to look at her but remained silent. His mother walked closer and sat beside her.

She spoke with guilt in her voice, "Beta, I have come to ask for your forgiveness for what my Adi did. I don't know why he did it, but please believe me... my Adi is not bad person at heart. He cares deeply for everyone."

She let out a small, tired sigh before replying, "Aunty, you are older then me, and I don't want to take out my anger on you for your son's actions. Honestly, I just don't want to talk to anyone right now. And I have already seen how big-hearted your 'precious gem' really is."

His mother stood up, placing a gentle hand on her head. "Beta, take all the time you need. And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

As she turned to leave, she paused at the door and looked back. "I know my Adi has hurt you, Beta, but I also know that he truly cares for you. I won't justify his actions, but if you ever find it in your to listen to him, just once, maybe you'll see the side of him that I know."

She let out a bitter chuckle and replied, "Aunty, some wounds don't heal with just words. And right now, I don't think I want to see any side of him."

His mother simply nodded, understanding the pain behind them, and she walked out of the room.

Late at night,

He sat in his room, frustration evident on his face as he engaged in a conference call Nikita, Vansh and the team. His voice sharp, his irritation barely concealed.

Meanwhile, she is in her room, her thoughts racing. "Hay Kanha, bas thodi si himmat de do... mujhe shaitan ki help chahiye. Mere paas koi choice nahi hai. Agar maine form submit nahi kiya, kya karungi me?"

(Translation - Hey Kanha, just a little courage... I need to ask devil for help. I have no choice. If I don't submit my form, what will I do?"

After struggling with her thoughts, she finally made up her mind and walked toward his room. The door was slightly open. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. He sensing her presence, muted his call and turned his attention toward her.

She stood near him but kept her face turned away, unsure how to begin.

He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Baccha, are you planning to stand there all night, or do you actually have something to say."

She clenched her fists, trying to keep her temper in check. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Singhania, I need to go to the university tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow, "And why exactly do you need to go to the university?"

She turned to him, sarcasm dripping from his words. "Chai bechne. Ab yahi karna hai mujhe. Kya kahte hain?"

(Translation - To sell tea. That's my new ambition. What do you say?)

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Baccha, don't test my patience..."

Before he could say more, she cut him off. "Mr. Singhania, don't give your 'I'm the boss' wala attitude."

He smirked, finding her defiance amusing. "Fair enough. Now tell me, why should I take you there?"

She exhales sharply, clearly irritated. "Because I need to submit my form."

He chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Or main ye kis Khushi karunga?"

(Translation - In what joy would I do this?)

She frustrated, crossed her arms and snapped, "Mere pati hone ki khushi mein."

(Translation - In the joy of being my husband.)

His smirk widening. "Ohh... One minute, baccha. Right now, you're standing here as Dadi's roommate, so let me remind you... sorry..., but this privilege is not available for Dadi's roommate. I don't make such deals with anyone expect my wife, and definitely not with roommates. But since my wife isn't in my room right now, you may leave.

She glanced at him furiously, her patience wearing thin. "You know what? Forget it. I'll figure something out myself." She turned, slamming the door behind her.

The amusement in his eyes faded as he leaned back, his expression turning serious. He unmuted his phone and spoke in a firm voice. "Nikita, drop everything else and do this first... Hire some female security. Make sure they're well trained. I want them in place by tomorrow morning."

Nikita frowned on the other end. "Why, Adi? What happened?"

He softly said, "Baccha wants to go to the university. That means she's still pursuing her studies. And I will not let my enemies ruin her dreams because of me."

Just then, Vansh chuckled, and asks, "Adi, you're trusting her so soon? What if she tries to run away?"

He replies, his expression unwavering. "Vansh, I won't stop her. Just because I forced her into marriage doesn't mean she has to sacrifice her career. That's not who I am."

Vansh, smirking. "Looks like someone is getting soft. I know, I know she is your precious treasure!"

Author note,

How did you like the chapter? I hope you enjoyed it.