Chapter - 53
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my yellow dupatta over my teal floral anarkali.
Maa had gifted me these pretty statement earrings last week and I decided to wear them today.
It's my second last exam.
Five days have passed... and now only two more days before Aarav comes back.
Just two days.
My heart already feels full with just the thought of seeing him.
These past five days... he never missed a single morning or night call.
No matter how busy he was—meetings, travels, work—he always made time for me.
He'd call in the morning just to say, "Good morning, jaan.
Did you sleep well?"
At night, he'd ask, "What did my Ranisa do today?
" and I'd end up telling him every little thing—even silly ones like burning the toast or how Arjun bhaiya teased me again.
And in return, he'd share his day too.
He flirts a little more now... sometimes he says things that make me blush so badly I have to hide my face under the pillow.
But something happened in these few days.
A soft, sweet realisation.
I love him.
Maybe I'd always loved him... but now, I know it for sure. It's real.
Like... I want to hold his hand and say it, "Aarav, I love you."
I don't want to hide it anymore. I want to tell him, in person, looking into his eyes.
He loves me. I know it — not because he says it, but because I feel it in every word he speaks, every call he makes, every little way he puts me first.
There's no doubt in my heart anymore. Sometimes I still wonder what I did to deserve a love like his... but I know it's real. And it's mine.
I smiled, picked up my bag, and headed downstairs.
After breakfast, I folded my hands in front of Shivji's idol and whispered,
"Thank you... for giving me a family and Aarav. Please help me in my exam too."
While I was sitting in the car, staring out the window and thinking about my exam, my phone rang.
Aarav.
Without even thinking, I answered in one ring.
"Hello?" I said softly.
His voice made me feel calm instantly.
"Good morning, Jaan," he said. "Just wanted to say best of luck for your exam."
I smiled without realising. "Thank you, Avi..."
"Did you eat breakfast?" he asked.
"Yes... Maa made paratha," I replied, already blushing.
"Good. Don't stress. Just do your best. I'm proud of you."
My heart melted. "Hmm... okay."
"I'll talk to you after you're done, okay? I have a meeting now."
"Okay," I whispered.
"And Siya..." his voice softened, "I miss you."
"I miss you too," I said, almost in a whisper, eyes getting misty.
The call ended after five minutes, but his words stayed with me.
I looked up at the sky through the car window and smiled to myself.
Only two more days...
And then, no more hiding. No more waiting.
I'll tell him everything.
That I love him.
That he means the world to me.
That I don't want a life where he's not in it.
Five days without my Siya...
To the world, it's just five days.
But for me... it feels like five lifetimes.
Every morning, every night—I call her.
Just to hear her voice... just to ask,
"Did you eat?"
"Did you sleep well?"
"Do you need anything?"
She always answers with a sweet "I'm fine, Avi."
She tries to sound cheerful... but I'm not a fool.
I can hear it.
That tiny pause before she speaks.
That forced smile in her voice.
She misses me.
But she doesn't say it.
Because my baby is brave. And if she's trying to stay strong... who am I to make her feel weak?
So I never say it either.
God... I miss her—her laugh, her endless chatter, her soft voice saying "Avi..." like it's the only name that matters.
I love her.
I've loved her from the moment she entered my life.
And for so long, I've held it in.
Why?
Because I didn't want to scare her.
Because I know I'm not easy.
People fear me. My anger, my silence, my control.
But with her...
I only want to protect her.
Love her.
I waited. I gave her time.
Time to heal. Time to feel safe around me.
And now... now I feel it.
In her voice. In the way she teases me back sometimes. In the way she waits for my call like I wait for hers.
She loves me too. I can feel it.
Even if she doesn't say it yet.
But I will.
I will say everything.
She needs to know. Not just how I feel, but the truth she was never told.
I'll tell her... She's not a replacement.
She was, is, and will always be my choice.
My only choice.
Even if she gets upset... I'll make her understand.
But God... please don't let her cry.
I don't think I can handle her tears.
Just two more days.
Only two more.
Then I'll be with her.
And I'll tell her everything—how much I love her, how every second without her feels empty.
"Sir, are you listening?" my assistant's voice broke my thoughts.
I blinked. "Yes. Start the meeting."
I clenched my jaw and looked at the files.
The presentation is tomorrow morning. I need to focus.
But even as I try, her voice echoes in my head.
"Avi, guess what happened today..."
"Avi, I made cookies with papa!"
"Avi, I missed you."
I close my eyes for a second and whisper,
"Wait for me, Siya. I'm coming."
I woke up early.
Today isn't just about a presentation.
It's a reminder—to the world—
who I am.
And what happens when people think they can outsmart Aarav Singh Rathore.
Before I left, I spoke to Siya.
Told her,
"Jaan, I won't be able to call you tonight. Sleep on time, okay?"
She said "okay," but I know her.
She'll still wait.
She always does.
Tomorrow is her last exam.
And it's my last day in New York.
After that, I'm flying home.
Back to her.
But first... this.
I sat inside my car and dialed my PA.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is in place," he replied instantly.
"Good," I said coldly. "I want no delays."
Thirty-five minutes later, I stepped into The Plaza Hotel, where the Global Luxe Business Summit 2025 was being held.
A sleek, futuristic room greeted me—glowing circular table, snow-white leather chairs, silver touch panels, and enough silence to hear every breath.
I saw familiar faces.
And some unfamiliar ones.
Fake smiles. Shifty eyes. Nervous hands.
They all knew.
I don't walk into a room unless I'm about to own it.
Presentations started. One after the other.
Some were okay. Some were embarrassing.
And then...
Mr. Chopra.
Ah. Finally.
The man had the audacity to stand at that stage and present my project.
Team A's project. My company's blood and sweat. Word to word. Slide to slide.
I didn't even blink.
Why would I?
I had been waiting for this moment.
This man... he played a foolish game.
First, he tried to plant a spy inside my company.
When I found out, I handled the matter permanently.
Then he tried to buy one of my staff. Bribed him.
Got his hands on documents like the Kapoor Project.
But he was an idiot if he thought I didn't know.
No one touches a file in my office without my knowledge.
And if someone does?
That means...
I allowed it.
Because I wanted to see how far they'd go.
Mr. Chopra ended his stolen presentation with confidence, and then...
He turned.
He smirked.
A cheap, disgusting little smirk thrown at me.
That smirk?
Will be the last mistake of his miserable life.
I leaned back, crossed one leg over the other, and smiled.
A slow, dangerous smile.
I whispered under my breath,
"Enjoy your last few hours of freedom, Mr. Chopra...
Because tomorrow morning, you'll remember exactly why people fear the name Aarav Singh Rathore."
Now, it was my turn.
I stood up, walking toward the stage without a hint of hesitation. Chopra kept grinning, thinking he had won. A fool will always be a fool.
Even the children today could play better than he ever could.
I started the presentation.
This was the one my Team B had worked on. The one I'd known all along would be the winning one.
The one I'd handed over to my team, carefully knowing that Chopra would be foolish enough to steal it.
I chose Team A's project intentionally. I knew Chopra would go for it.
But he didn't realize it was never in the picture.
Team A's work wasn't up to the mark. There were too many loopholes, too many errors.
I was already working with Team B. They were more precise. More capable.
As I went through the slides, explaining everything—every detail, every strategy, every number—I noticed Chopra. His face went pale.
That was exactly what I wanted.
When I finished, everyone clapped. It wasn't necessary. But then again, I'm Aarav Singh Rathore.
People clap because they have no choice. No one dares to go against me.
The other presentations followed.
But none mattered. Not now. Chopra's time was done.
An announcement came that the results would be declared after the break.
I walked out of the room, headed to the lounge with the others.
As I stepped outside, I noticed Chopra.
He was talking on the phone, or maybe yelling at someone.
It didn't matter.
He thinks he can buy my employees?
That's where he's wrong. They are loyal to me.
Not him. Never him.
I watched as Chopra approached Rahul, my loyal employee, the one he thought he could manipulate.
I already knew what he was up to.
Rahul gave me a quick nod, his eyes meeting mine, and I knew immediately that he was playing the game well.
He was giving Chopra all the information Chopra thought he wanted.
Even the Team A presentation.
What a fool Chopra was, believing he could play someone who had already outsmarted him.
I turned away from the scene.
But I knew Chopra wasn't the one behind this.
Someone else was pulling the strings.
I would find them.
And when I did... no one will escape.
Evening, I reached the hotel.
The meeting went exactly as I planned.
Mr. Rossi and I—our proposal got approved.
We have to sign the final papers tomorrow morning, and then I can finally go back to my Siya.
I looked at the time—4:00 PM here in New York.
That means it's 1:30 AM in India.
And I know...
She's waiting.
Even after I told her not to. Even after I said I won't call tonight.
I dialled her number.
She picked up on the first ring.
"Hello..." she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy.
I sighed, "Rani sa... I told you to sleep on time. Then why are you still awake?"
"I tried... I swear I did. But I just... I couldn't sleep without your voice," she said, trying to laugh, but I could hear the tiredness in her tone.
Just like that... we started talking.
She told me how her day went. How she studied. What she ate.
And I listened. I answered. I teased her a little. Made her laugh.
She doesn't even realise how much peace her voice brings me.
After some time, I told her gently,
"Now enough. Sleep. You have an exam in the morning. Be a good girl."
I cut the call and stepped out.
Went to the nearby mall to get something for her.
She never asked. She never demands anything.
But still... I wanted to bring something for my Siya.
She deserves everything. Everything I can give and more.
It took me two hours to find the perfect things for her.
By the time I returned to the hotel, it was past 6 PM.
And then, my phone rang.
Siya.
I answered immediately.
"H...hello..." her voice cracked.
She was crying.
My heart dropped.
"What happened, Jaan?" I asked, standing frozen in the middle of the lobby.
"A..avi please come back... I... I can't..." she sobbed harder.
"Okay okay, first take a deep breath," I said softly.
"I don't want to!" she cried more. "I had a bad dream... I don't feel well... please... come back..."
That was it.
I didn't wait.
With one hand, I kept talking to her.
With the other, I called my PA.
"Arrange my private jet. I'm leaving for India right now."
He tried to argue, "But sir, the signing tomorrow—"
"Do what I said, Rohan. I don't repeat myself."
I cut the call.
Then focused fully on Siya again.
"Jaan... that was just a bad dream. You're safe. Nothing will happen. I'm coming, okay? Just hold on for a few hours."
She didn't stop crying immediately. So I did what I know works.
I started flirting with her.
Teasing her about her cute sleepy voice.
Calling her Rani sa, baby, jaan, whatever made her smile.
And slowly... she calmed down.
Her breathing slowed.
Her voice softened.
After a while, she fell asleep.
But I didn't cut the call.
I just held the phone close, listening to her slow breaths... like a heartbeat guiding me home.
By 7 PM, I was at the airport.
I boarded the jet.
I looked out of the window.
I know I'll reach India by tomorrow noon.
I finally whispered into the phone,
"Sleep tight, baby... I'm coming to you. Always."
Then I cut the call...
and began my journey...
Back to my Siya. My everything.
When I first thought of His Angel, I planned to start it after completing Revenge or Love. But some stories don't wait — they demand to be written. And this one? It came straight from my heart.
Aarav and Siya's world pulled me in, and before I knew it, I was writing non-stop, pouring every emotion into each scene. I never imagined this story would reach so many hearts — and yet, here we are: 500K reads.
Half a million times someone clicked on a chapter, gave their time, and connected with my words. That's not just a number — it's a blessing.
To every person who has read, commented, voted, or silently supported — thank you. Your love, feedback, and encouragement are the reason I keep going. You all make me feel like the luckiest writer in the world.
This book may have started with me, but it grew because of you.
Forever grateful,
– Kiara