They were both talking on the phone. He chuckled softly and added, "Baccha, you go to university now. I'll call you later. Pick up, okay? I start missing you too much."

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Mr. Singhania." she muttered, trying to sound annoyed.

Just then, a man behind him called out, "Boss," he turned slightly, gestures for him to wait, and then spoke on the phone again, his voice turning gentle, "Baccha, take care of yourself, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he hang up.

In her room,

Kabir entered, knocking lightly before stepping in. "Bhabhi, please get ready. Boss has asked you to go to the university today."

She looked at him for a second, then sighed softly and replied, "I'll be there in a moment." Sensing her mood, Kabir gave a slight nod and stepped out of the room.

A few minutes later, Dadi entered, her eyes filled with concern, "Beta, where are you going?"

She took a deep breath, controlling the frustration bubbling inside her. With quite respect, she answered, "Dadi aapka devmanus maharbaan hai aaj mujh par. Thank you ke shabd kam padd gaye bolo. Usne mujhe university jane ke liye allow kar diya. Kal jab maine pucha tha to simply mna karke nikal gaya tha apka ladla."

(Translation - Dadi, your beloved has been kind to me today. Words of thanks fall short. He has allowed me to go to university. Yesterday, when I asked, he simply refused and walked away.)

Dadi sighed, "Beta, are you still upset with him?"

She let out a humorless chuckle. "Dadi, please. Main apke pote ke bare mein baat hi nahi karna chahti. Ab main jaa sakti hu?"

(Translation - Dadi, please, I don't want to talk about your grandson at all. Can I leave now?)

Understanding her mood, Dadi nodded. "Alright, beta, go."

She left the house, her heart feeling a mix of relief and suppressed emotions.

As soon as she arrived at the university, her best friend spotted her from a distance and immediately rushed towards her. But before she could reach, her security guards stepped forward.

Her eyes flared with anger as she glared at them. She stared, but before she could say anything, Kabir quickly stepped in.

"Sorry, Bhabhi, you can meet her," he said smoothly before turning to the security team. His voice held quiet authority as he reminded them. "You all are here..."

The security guards is immediately stepped aside, allowing her friend to finally approach. But the irritation in her eyes hadn't faded yet.

He was in Italy. First, he went to the hotel, freshened up, and then had something to eat.

While eating, a small smile appeared on his face. He looked at her photo and softly said, "Why, Baccha? Why did you become so special?" He kept looking at her picture for a moment, lost in thought.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Vansh. He picked up the phone and said, "Vansh..."

His voice come from the other side, full of complaint, "Adi, you didn't even miss me, did you?"

He smirked slightly, leaning back in his chair. "What happened to you now?" he asked.

Vansh sighed dramatically, "Adi, you didn't call me even once. And when I tried calling you, your number was busy."

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, that... Baccha had to go to the university, so I called her."

Vansh huffed, "Fine, I just wanted to remind you... please take care of yourself. And listen, don't do anything in anger, okay? No unnecessary temper, no throwing things in anger. Just stay calm."

He smirked, "Alright, alright. Anything else.?"

Then Vansh asked in a serious tone. "Adi, are you really okay?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, why?"

Vansh sighed, "You're still worried about Meera, aren't you?"

He exhaled deeply, tapping his fingers on the table. "Vansh, I just want to her to be happy. I don't know how long it will take for to accept everything."

Vansh chuckled, "Adi, I have to admit something. Your ziddi baccha is your exact female version. Same anger, same Stubbornness, same attitude... just like you."

Hearing this, his lips curled into a proud smile. "Yeah, that's true. And you know what? I really love her confidence."

He received another call. He quickly said, "Vansh, I'll call you back later." He cut the call and answered the new one.

Frowning, he looked at the unknown number and he asked, "Who is this?"

A familiar voice come from the other side, speaking Italian, "Ehi Adi, ti sei dimenticato di me cosi presto?"

(Translation - Hey Adi, you forgot me so soon?)

He smirked slightly and replied, "No, è solo che hai chiamato da un nuavo numero."

(Translation - No, it's just that you called from a new number.)

The caller chuckled and said, "Adi, ho bisogno di vederti. Ti invierò I'indirizzo e sto uscendo ora. Ci vediamo li."

(Translation - Adi, I want to meet you. I'll share the address, and I'm leaving now. Let's meet there.)

He simply responded, "Va bene."

(Translation - Alright.)

He ended the call.

Meanwhile, in India...

She was at her university walking with confidence, but her presence didn't go unnoticed. She was surrounded by her security team and whispers started spreading among the students.

"Look, isn't she the one who secretly married Aditya Singhania?"

"But wasn't she supposed to marry someone else?"

Some students giggled, while others looked at her in curiosity. She heard everything but chose to ignore it. However, her security team moved forward, trying to clear her path.

Frustrated, she turned to Kabir and said sharply, "Kabir, will you stop your security or not?"

Kabir hasitated for a moment but nodded, signalling the guards to step back.

But before she could take another step, a sudden rush of reporters arrived, surrounding her completely. Camras flashed in her face, and microphones were pushed toward her.

"Meera Ji, why did you get married in secret?" a reporter asked eagerly.

Her patience snapped, eyes burned with irritation as she folded her arms and shot back. "Kyo bhyi tumhare baap ke ghar jakar ki thi, huh? Maine apni shadi apne pati ke ghar ki thi. Mana mere pati ke paas andha peisa hai iska matlab ye thodi hai ki main airo gairo ko apni shadi mein bulati phiru."

(Translation - Why? Did I get married at your father's house, huh? I got married at my husband's home. I agree that my husband has a lot of money, but that doesn't mean I go around inviting just anyone to my wedding!)

The reporters went silen for a second before another one quickly asked, "Madam, you have such tight security. Does your husband keep you under control, or is there another reason?"

She didn't even flinch. Instead, she smirked, lifted her chin proudly, and placed her hand under it. "I am my husband's precious diamond. And diamonds need to be kept safe. That's why my husband's mind works beyond your status."

Another reporter was about to say something, but she cut him off sharply.

"Sukar karo mere janab India me nahi hai abhi warna in questions ke answers wo dete apko and I swear uska tum sabko regret kra dete."

(Translation - Be grateful that my husband isn't in India right now. Otherwise, he would have answered your questions himself... and I swear, he would have made you all regret it.)

The reporters exchanged glances, taken aback by her confidence, but she simply away with her head held high, leaving them speechless.

In Italy

Meeting with Luca Moretti

He arrived at an upscale mItalian café, Luca was already waiting at a private corner table. The two men shook hands before sitting down.

He asked, signalling the waiter for a black coffee. "Luca. Cosa c'è di così urgente?"

(Translation - Yeah, Luca. What's so urgent?)

Luca sighed and leaned forward. "Adi, non ti avrei chiamato se non Fosse importante. Ho bisogno del tuo aiuto."

(Translation - Adi, I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important. I need your help.)

He raised an eyebrow. "Aiuto? Con cosa?"

(Translation - Help? With what?)

Luca glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Then, in a low voice, he said, "C'è un affare su cui stavo lavorando can la famiglia Romano. Doveva essere semplice, ma c'è qualcosa di strano. Penso che qualcuno stia cercando di tradirmi."

(Translation - There's a deal I was working on with the Romano family. It was supposed to be smooth, but something's off. I think someone is trying to double- cross me.)

He took a sip of his coffee, his expression unreasonable. "E perché lo pensi?"

(Translation - And why do you think that?)

Luca exhaled sharply. "Perché la scorsa notte il mio carico è stato attaccato. Qualcuno sapeva esattamente dove sarebbe stato. Questo tipo di informazioni non trapelano a meno che non ci sia un traditore."

(Translation - Because last night, my shipment was attacked. Someone knew exactly where it would be. That kind of information doesn't leak unless there's a traitor.)

His eyes darkened. "Quindi, pensi che qualcuno del tuo stesso giro stia lavorando contro di te?"

(Translation - So, you think someone from your own circle is working against you?)

Luca nodded. "Ho bisogno che tu indaghi. Le tue fonti sono più forti delle mie. Se puoi scoprire chi c'è dietro, te ne sarò debitore."

(Translation - I need you to look into it. Your source are stronger than mine. If you can find out who's behind this, I'll owe you one.)

He smirked, leaning back. "Mi devi già molto, Luca."

(Translation - You already owe me a lot, Luca.)

Luca chuckled, "Vero. Ma so che odi gli affari incompiuti. Che ne dici?"

(Translation - True. I know you hate unfinished business. What do you say?)

He took another ship of coffee, deep in thought. Then, after a moment, he said, "Vedrò cosa. Ma se mi coinvolgo, farò le cose a mode mio. Capito?"

(Translation - I'll see. But if I get involved, I do things my way. Understood?)

Luca nodded. "Capito."

(Translation - Understood.)

The two men shook hands, sealing the deal.

He starts his investigation

After the meeting with Luca, he walked out of the café, his mind already processing the information. If someone within Luca's circle was leaking deatails, it meant this wasn't just a minar issue... It was a betrayal. And he hated betrayals.

He got into his car and pulled out his phone, dialing a number. The call connected within seconds.

"Boss," a deep voice greeted from the other side.

"Aarav, I need you to dig into something. A shipment of Luca Moretti was attached last night. Find out who had access the details and track any unusual movements around the deal with the Romano family."

"Understood, boss. I'll update you soon."

He hung up the call.

In India...

She finally managed to escape the media chaos with the help of the security.

She was furious.

Her friend Ananya, looked at her with concern and asked, "Meera, what happened? You're so angry, like you're about to kill someone!"

She huffed, crossing her arms. "I swear, if this continues, I'll actually go insane I feel like I have no control over my life anymore."

Ananya frowned. "Did your husband say something to you?"

At this, she scoffed. "Unhe kahne ki kya jarurat hai? Unki harkate hi kafi hai mujhe suffocate karne ke liye. Unko bas wahi karna hota hai jo wo chahte hain, or me bas aise lagti hun jaise koi puppet hum"

(Translation - Why does he even need to say anything? His actions are more than enough to suffocate me. He does whatever he wants, and I'm just supposed to follow along like some puppet.)

Ananya sighed. "But he's so nice, Meera. And honestly, he's really handsome."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Mujhe nafrat hai unse. Mujhe unki har chiz se nafrat hai. Or tum kya chahati ho kya karu main unki handsomeness ka achaar dalu? Us aadmi ke paas dimag naam ko chiz nahi hai."

(Translation - I hate him. I hate everything about him. And what do you expect me to do with his handsomeness? Make pickle out of it? The man has no brain)

Ananya giggled. "Agar unke paas dimag nahi hai to itna bada business kaise chla rahe hain? Shayad tu unhe galat samajh rahi hai."

(Translation - If he had no brain, then how is he running such a huge business? Maybe you're just misunderstanding him?)

She pointed a finger at her. "Don't you dare try to defend him."

Ananya hesitated before asking, "Does he hurt you?"

She scoffed again. "Nahi, but isse wo mahan insaan nahi ban jate. Unke aas paas hamesha gaurds hote hain, wo kayi Kayi ghar se bahar rahte hain, or sabse badi baat unke haath mein wo gun hmesha rahti hai. Mujhe samjh nahi aata wo insaan. Koi normal insaan aisa behave karta hai, kya?"

(Translation - No, but that doesn't meke him some great person. He's always surrounded by guards, disappears from home for days, and let's not forget... he always has a gun in his hand. I don't understand him at all. What kind of normal person behaves like this?)

She adds, "Or unka gussa... Hey Kanha! Jab unko gussa aata hai, pura ghar shant ho jata hai. Koi use rokne ki himmat bhi nahi karta. Or sach kahun to main un logon ko galat bhi nahi manti."

(Translation - And his temper... Hey Kanha! When he gets angry, the entire house falls silent. No one even dares to stop him. And honestly, I don't blame them.)

Ananya's eyes widened. "So your husband is a phycho?"

She immediately turned to her, glaring. "Khabardar mere pati ko phycho bola to. Sirf isliye ki unhe gussa aata, iska matlab ye thodi hai ki mera pati pagal hai. Wo bas... kabhi kabhi apna control kho dete hain."

(Translation - Dare you call my husband a phycho. Just because he gets angry doesn't mean my husband is crazy. He just... loses control sometimes.)

Ananya placed a hand on her forehead. "Are you okay? Because you're saying two completely opposite things at the some time."

She took a deep breath. "I'm fine. I'm leaving now."

She got up angrily and stormed toward the car. Kabir, who had been following her silently, finally spoke up, noticing her bad mood. "Bhabhi, are you okay?"

She snapped at him. "Tumhare boss ne mujh par jo mahan anshan kiya hai, uske baad tumhe sach mein lagta hai main thik hu? Wo to aise behave karte hain jaise wo meri zindagi ke malik hain."

(Translation - After the great favor your boss has done for me, do you really think I'm okay? He acts like he owns my life. And you expect me to be okay with that?)

Kabir sighed. "Bhabhi, don't worry. I will take care everything."

She scoffed. "There's no need. Just let me live in peace. And tell me one thing, what kind of magic does your boss do on you? For you, he's always right, and you blindly follow whatever he says."

Kabir calmly replied, "Bhabhi, you're misunderstanding boss. He really cares about you."

She huffed in irritation. "Cares about me? Oh please! If controlling someone's life is called caring, then I don't need it. Now, let's go."

At Vansh's office:

Vansh's mother called him and asked, "Beta, are you free?"

He sighed, already knowing she had something planned. "Maa, even if I say I'm busy, you won't believe me, right? Just tell me what I need to do."

His mother smiled, "Beta, take Amaya to Adi's showroom and help her select some jewelry."

He frowned, "Maa, I don't know anything about jewelry. Why don't you go instead?"

His mother firmly said, "No, you will go. You both are getting married soon. Spend some time together and at least try to get to know her."

He sighed again, rubbing his temple. "Alright, I'll go."

His mother corrected him, "Not just 'I'll go.' You will pick Amaya up from the hospital first and then take her with you. Understood?"

He exhaled, "Fine. Anything else?"

His mother chuckled, "Finish this task first, then we'll see."

After that, Vansh dialed Amaya's number.

She picked up and teased, "What happened, Rathore ji?"

He rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. "Surgeon, we need to go buy jewelry. Are you free? Maa told me to take you."

She chuckled, "Of course, Rathore ji. You can come pick me up."

A little while later, he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. As he entered, he noticed surgical tools scattered across her table. He raised an eyebrow.

"Surgeon, ye hathiyaar chhupa kar rakho. Mujhe dar lag raha hai" he said.

(Translation - Surgeon, Keep these weapons hidden, I'm getting scared.)

She laughed. "Oh, I was just checking something."

He smirked, "Waise ek aadmi ko cheerne me kitna time lagta hai?"

(Translation - By the way, how long does it take for you to cut open a person?)

She frowned, crossing her arms. "Why do you ask, Rathore ji?"

He mumbled to himself, "I should prepare myself too."

She narrowed her eyes, "Did you say something?"

He cleared his throat, "Yeah, hurry up. I don't have all day."

Just then, Aditya's call came in. Vansh sighed, "Surgeon, let's go," he said before answering the call. "Yeah, Adi?"

His voice came through, "Vansh, I had a meeting with Luca. He wants my help with something."

Vansh listened while opening the car door for Amaya. She got in, and he shut the door before getting into the driver's seat himself.

Keeping the phone to his ear, he said, "Adi, just be careful. We can't trust anyone these days."

Aditya assured him, "Yeah, I'll handle it."

Vansh started the car. "By the way, I'm heading to the showroom."

Aditya smirked, "Good. Make sure everything is running smoothly there. Oh, and don't forget to select the best sets for Amaya bhabhi."

Vansh frowned, "How do you know about this?"

Aditya chuckled, "Maa told me.

Vansh groaned, "You all are in this together." Then, after a pause, he added, "Adi, take care of yourself. If anything urgent comes up, call me, okay?"

Amaya, who had been silently listening, grinned and teased, "Aww, Rathore ji, you care so much for your best friend. Should I be jealous?"

He shot her an annoyed look. "Surgeon, just sit quietly."

She was sitting quietly when Vansh looked at her and teasingly said, "Surgeon, are you serious? What happened? Did you finally run out of words?"

She gave him a glare and replied, "You don't like talking much, so I won't either. Why should I waste my time?"

He smirked slightly, hiding his amusement, and said, "Alright then, don't say anything. It'll be peaceful for once."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Rathore ji, do you feel that I'm not good enough for you?"

He sighed, stopped the car outside Aditya's showroom, and grabbed her hand. "Surgeon, you are very good. Too good. I, on the other hand, am not."

She narrowed her eyes, "You say the weirdest things. Just come on now."

She got out of the car. He shook his head and muttered to himself, "I used to think the dark world was dangerous, but now I realize girls are the real danger. It's impossible to understand them."

She leaned by the car door and smirked, "Rathore ji, are you coming, or should I start selecting jewelry alone?"

He quickly got out, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

They entered the showroom, where the entire staff greeted Vansh with respect. He looked around and playfully scolded them, "Hey, you guys forgot to greet my future wife! Don't you know her? Let me introduce you this is my future Mrs. Rathore."

The staff immediately smiled and welcomed her warmly. She gave him a look, but he just leaned in and whispered, "Don't think too much, Surgeon. Just enjoy the VIP treatment."

Then, he pulled out a chair for her and motioned for her to sit, "Sit down, let's get this over with before you start overthinking again."

She smirked and sat down, "You know, Rathore ji, you sound like a husband already."

He groaned, "Don't push your luck, Surgeon. Just pick the jewelry."

He laughed as they started selecting jewelry together.

As he browsed through the jewelry, she picked up a delicate diamond bracelet and looked at it thoughtfully.

He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, smirked. "Sur

geon, are you selecting jewelry or diagnosing a patient? Why are you staring at that."

She rolled her eyes. "Rathore ji, this is an important decision! Jewelry isn't just an accessory; it's an emotion."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then let me guess, your emotions are expensive?"

She gasped dramatically. "How dare you? I am a very simple girl!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, a 'simple girl' who is holding the most expensive bracelet in the showroom."

She quickly placed the bracelet back and picked up a more affordable one. "Fine! Happy now, Mr. Judgemental?"

He shook his head and sighed. "Surgeon, you don't need to act like a middle-class heroine in a drama. Take what you like."

She grinned. "Aww, Rathore ji, you do have a heart!"

He groaned. "I take it back. Just hurry up before I lose my patience."

She was busy selecting her jewelry when his eyes fell on a ring from the women's collection. He found it really beautiful and kept looking at it for a few seconds.

Noticing his gaze, she smirked and said, "Rathore ji, did you like this ring?"

He quickly realized she had caught him staring at it. Trying to act normal, he immediately put the ring back in the tray and said, "Surgeon, I told you not to overthink. Just focus on selecting your jewelry."

She chuckled and teased, "Well, Rathore ji, I must say, you have great taste. But I wonder, were you imagining this ring on my finger?"

He shot her a look. "Surgeon, don't start again."

She laughed and continued selecting her jewelry. Meanwhile, he kept stealing glances at the same ring but pretended he wasn't interested.

After finalizing the jewelry, he went to make the payment. The manager, surprised, said, "Vansh sir, why are you making the payment? This is your own shop!"

He smirked and said, "Toh kya? Kya apna hi business dubaa du? Yeh Diamonds hain, kankad nahi. Apni biwi ko ek-do gift kar sakta hoon, par agar sab kuch free lene lagun, toh mera Adi sadak par aa jayega."

(Translation - So what? Should I just sink my own business? These are diamonds, not pebbles. I can gift one or two pieces to my wife, but if I start taking everything for free, my Adi will end up on the streets.)

The staff laughed, and she shook her head, smiling. "Oh, so you do plan on gifting me something. That's interesting."

He rolled his eyes. "Surgeon, you talk too much."

As they walked out of the showroom, she looked at him mischievously. "By the way, Rathore ji, that ring was really beautiful. It would look perfect on me, don't you think?"

Vansh sighed and muttered under his breath, "I knew this was coming."

She asked, "Rathore Ji, I just wanted to ask something... Are you having an affair with someone?"

Hearing this, he turned around quickly, clearly frustrated. His face showed irritation as he snapped, "Ae pagal aurat! What nonsense are you saying?" His voice was sharp, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

But then, realizing his harsh reaction, he took a deep breath. His expression softened slightly, and he spoke in a calmer tone. "Sorry, I mean, what exactly are you trying to say?" he asked, looking at her with confusion mixed with frustration.

She suddenly got startled by his voice and quickly said, "I was just asking!"

He leaned in a little. "Surgeon, think before you ask such things. And let me make it clear I don't have any affair with anyone. Got it?"

She blinked, then crossed her arms. "You're acting like I accused you of something big! I was just curious."

He shook his head. "Curiosity is dangerous, surgeon. You might not like all the answers you get."

She rolled her eyes. "Dramatic much? Fine, I won't ask next time."

He smirked. "Good. Now, can we go?"

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah,"

In Italy

Since Aditya had met Luca, he had been receiving messages from different unknown numbers threatening to kill his wife.

Looking at his phone, he smirked and said, "Looks like they just can't live in peace, can they? They really think they can scare me with this?"

Just then, Luca arrived at Aditya's hotel.

He leaned back in his chair and asked, "Yes, man? What happened?"

Luca sat down and said, "Adi, I came to give you some details. I did some digging, and it looks like someone from the Romano family might be involved."

He nodded, unfazed. "I'll start working on your deal tomorrow. Today, I have something else to handle."

Just then, Aarav called. He had traced all the numbers from which Aditya had received the threatening messages.

Aarav said, "I've got all the details, Boss. These guys aren't professionals, just some local thugs hired by someone bigger."

He smirked. "Good, Aarav. Send me the location." Then he hung up the call.

As he stood up to leave, Luca raised an eyebrow. "Aditya, should I send some of my men with you? Just in case?"

He shook his head, slipping his gun into his jacket. "No, I'll handle this myself. It's not even a challenge."

Luca chuckled. "Alright, Adi. But once you're done, I'll send my men to clean up the mess. I know how you get when you're in the mood for a fight."

He simply smirked and left.

He soon arrived at the location from where the messages had been sent. His men had already surrounded the area, trapping those responsible. As he walked in, the air was thick with tension. The men who had sent the threats were now frozen in fear.

He took slow, measured steps toward them, his gaze cold. Then, turning to his men, he ordered, "Catch their leader. I don't waste my time dirtying my own hands with such people."

His men immediately followed his command, grabbing the main culprit while Aditya watched with amusement.

The leader, a man in his mid-40s, struggled against Aditya's men. "You have no idea who you're messing with!" he spat.

He chuckled, taking out his phone and scrolling casually. "Oh? And you have no idea how little I care."

The man's face paled as Aditya's men tightened their grip.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dangerously calm. "Now, let's talk. Who sent you?"

The leader hesitated, sweat forming on his forehead. He looked around, searching for a way out, but Aditya's men had him completely trapped.

He sighed, checking his watch. "I don't have all night. You can either start talking, or... well, let's just say my patience isn't unlimited."

The man gulped, still refusing to speak.

He glanced at one of his men. "Break a finger."

Before the leader could protest, one of Aditya's men grabbed his hand and twisted a finger back sharply. A loud crack echoed in the air, followed by the man's scream.

He was standing with a gun, his hands firm, his eyes burning with rage. He pointed it straight at the person in front of him and said in a deep, angry voice, "Baccha (his wife) dar jaega mera. Otherwise, I swear to her who owns my heartbeat, she herself would have shot you." His grip on the gun tightened, his jaw clenched. He was breathing heavily, his anger uncontrollable.

Just then, his phone rang. He frowned and looked at the screen before answering. As soon as he heard the voice on the other end, his expression changed. The fire in his eyes dimmed, replaced by concern.

Her voice sounded slightly nurvous. "M... Mr... Singhania?" she said hesitantly.

His heartbeat quickened. His voice, which was full of anger a moment ago, softened immediately. "Yes, Baccha, what happened?" he asked, his tone filled with worry.

Silence...

Smirking, he said, "What happened, baccha? Missing me already?"

She huffed. "Shut up, Mr. Singhania! Do you even know what happened?"

He leaned back, still amused. "What happened?"

She snapped, "Just shut up and listen to me!"

His smirk widened. "I'm listening, Baccha..."

Frustrated, she continued, "Mr. Singhania, Your team is full of brainless goons!"

He is still on the phone, listening to her furious rant with amusement, tapping his fingers on the table.

She continues, "Aapki security wale ek number ke anpadh, jahil or gawar hain, kisi mein tamiz nahi hai."

(Translation - Your security guards are completely uneducated, clueless. None of them have manners.)

He was listening calmly and with so much patience, but suddenly, his smile grew wider upon hearing her angry voice.

And she kept on taking, "Do you know they were trying to control me? Now these people will decide whom I can meet and whom I can't? Mr. Singhania, they can't control me!"

His smirk disappeared. His jaw clenched, and his voice turned sharp. "No one controls you, baccha... No one. I'll take care of it right now."

She sighed, pacing in the room. "But Mr. Singhania, what's the need for all this? Just trust me once! I'm not going anywhere, I swear!"

He ran a hand through his hair, his voice a little softer but still firm. "It's not about trust, jaan... It's about keeping you safe. And I won't compromise on that."

She groaned dramatically. "Ugh! Mr. Singhania."

He sighed but smirked slightly. "Fine. I promise... From tomorrow, they'll be around but won't interfere. They'll keep their distance. Happy now?"

She said, "If they do this again..."

He laughed, tilting his head slightly, and said, "Then next time, you'll be the one holding the gun to shoot these fools. And trust me, baccha, you'll do better.

Thank you dear readers,

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