"Devyani kissed Rivan"
The room was echoing with Devyani's giggles, her cheeks red from laughing too much, as Reyansh and Aditya pushed her chair back and forth like two mischievous brothers indulging their baby sister.
For the first time, Devyani forgot her fear—her laughter poured out unrestrained, like sunlight sneaking into a place long starved of warmth.
But then—
Click.
The bathroom door opened.
Rivan stepped out, his damp hair still clinging to his forehead, his broad shoulders stretching against a plain black t-shirt, joggers hanging loose on his hips. His eyes—sharp, predatory, merciless—fell on the scene in front of him.
His little kitten.
On his chair.
Laughing.
With his friend and his brother.
That was it.
The warmth that had dared to bloom in his study turned into ice within a second.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room."
His voice sliced through the air like a blade.
Reyansh and Aditya froze mid-push, their hands still on the chair. Devyani's laughter died instantly, her body stiffening, eyes widening as the cold venom in his tone clawed at her heart.
Her trembling hands slipped from the chair's arms, and she sat frozen—like a rabbit caught in the sight of a lion. The sparkle in her eyes dulled as if someone had stolen her breath.
Rivan's jaw tightened, his fists curling at his sides. His stare was fixed—not on Reyansh or Aditya—but on the trembling girl sitting in his place, the one who dared to look so alive, so happy, without him.
The silence was deafening.
I gulped hard, my throat dry.
Will he... will he hit me for this?
Like how my Bapu used to hit me whenever I did something wrong?
The thought made my legs weak. I instantly jumped up from his chair, my shaky fingers clutching my palllu as I hurriedly wiped the seat—as if to clean the sin of me ever sitting there. Maybe then... maybe it won't feel dirty to him. My heart was racing so fast, I thought it might burst.
My hands wouldn't stop trembling.
Then I heard Reyansh bhaiyya chuckle, his voice light—"Oh... Daddy is here."
Oh no.
No no no.
I stole a glance at pati ji, and I swear, his jaw tightened even more. His eyes burned darker, angrier. I knew it... Reyansh bhaiyya's words made him angrier.
"Didn't you hear me the first time?" his voice thundered. "I said fuck out!"
I flinched so hard, my nails dug into my palms. He's danger. Yes... he is very, very danger.
My heart was pounding in my ears, so loud I could barely hear anything else. I prayed for Reyansh bhaiyya to stop teasing him, but of course he didn't. Then Aditya bhaiyya finally dragged Reyansh bhaiyya out of the room.
But... he didn't drag me.
Wait... wait, Aditya bhaiyya... take me too, I screamed inside my head, but my lips stayed shut, frozen. My silent screams reached no one.
And then the door closed.
It was just me. And him.
I hurried to take tiny steps backwards, clutching my saree tight, thinking—before he throws me out, before he kills me with those burning eyes, I should move out myself.
I was about to step away quietly, maybe run before he notices me—but then the loud thud of the door shutting froze me in place.
He shut the door.
Oh god... he shut the door.
My chest tightened painfully. Did he really mean to beat me? His eyes... they weren't soft at all. Anger burned there, sharp like knives, and yet... there was something else too, something unreadable. But who am I to understand? I was only dying with nervousness, every breath trembling.
"Go and sit on the chair," his sharp voice cut through the silence, slicing me in half, "and wait for me."
My throat dried. My hands clutched my saree tighter. Could I argue? No. Would he listen to me even if I dared to? No.
So, like an obedient child, I walked to his chair. But my legs refused to bend. Instead, I stood beside it. Because as far as I knew... he loved his things—his bed, his chair, his desk, his everything. Touching them was dangerous, harmful for me.
But then his voice came again—this time not sharp, but still strong enough to shake me to the bone.
"I said sit."
I flinched as if he'd slapped me. Even his normal voice could scare me so much.
Without another thought, I dropped down into the chair hurriedly, before he could come and force me himself.
He pulled out his phone, his jaw tight, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when his voice thundered,
"Fuck—this is the last chance I'm giving you. If anyone dares to enter my floor again, I'll fucking kill you all."
He cut the call, and I was left trembling even harder. My palms were sweaty, my chest tight. What... what is he planning now?
But then he dialed again, his tone cold, commanding, "Send breakfast to my study."
My brows knitted. Breakfast?
Within minutes, someone knocked and left a tray at the door. He strode over, dragged my chair—me still sitting in it—across the room to another small table. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at the sudden movement.
"Finish this breakfast and leave the room," he ordered flatly, before walking out himself.
I sat there frozen, my eyes going wide.
Breakfast? For me?
Why am I supposed to eat here?
Did he... add poison???
My mind spun in circles, heart racing with suspicion. But then, another thing hit me—I blinked down at the tray.
No spoon.
Wait... what?
My lips parted in surprise.
So it means... I can use my hands?
Really??
Relief fluttered in my chest. My shoulders relaxed just a little. At least I could eat the way I was used to. At least... here, nobody would scold me for not knowing how to use those scary sharp forks and spoons.
I swallowed nervously but a tiny smile almost crept to my lips. "I can eat with my hands..." I whispered under my breath, as if I had found a hidden blessing in the middle of all my fear.
The tray sat in front of me, the aroma of warm food rising in the air. My stomach gave a loud growl, betraying me, and I instantly placed a hand over it, cheeks burning. What if someone heard? What if he heard?
I glanced nervously at the door where he had stormed out a moment ago. My heartbeat hadn't slowed; it kept hammering like a trapped bird in my chest. Why would he feed me? Did he... did he mix something in it? No... maybe not. Or maybe yes. He hates me.
My lips trembled, but a small smile dared to sneak out. "I can eat with my hands..." I whispered, as though the food itself was listening.
I pinched off a piece of paratha, dipped it into the curry with care, and brought it to my mouth. The first bite made my empty stomach sigh in happiness. Warm. Soft. Spicy. Tears pricked my eyes—not from the taste, but from the simple comfort of eating without fear.
But still... my ears stayed alert, straining to catch the sound of his footsteps. My eyes kept darting toward the door after every bite. What if he comes back? What if he sees me licking my fingers and calls me shameless again?
And yet... my hand betrayed me, fingers reaching for another piece, lips brushing against them as I ate. The taste was so good, my fear wavered for a heartbeat. My stomach, hungry for so long, didn't care if pati ji walked in or not.
A small giggle almost bubbled in my throat when a bit of curry smeared at the corner of my mouth and I hurried to wipe it with my palllu. "Don't mess... don't mess... or he will throw me out for dirtying his study," I whispered to myself like a scared child scolding herself.
Still, my heart whispered the strangest thing—Maybe.
.. maybe he didn't want me to starve? Maybe that's why he sent food?
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Jinal stood outside the haveli gate, adjusting her dupatta and books against her chest, waiting impatiently for her car.
The sun was already harsh, and a frown creased her forehead.
Inside the courtyard, Virendra spotted her and turned toward Reyansh, who was lounging with one hand in his pocket.
"Reyansh," Virendra said in his heavy, commanding tone, "at least drop Jinal to her college. You're living here for free, do some work."
Reyansh slowly lifted his gaze, his jaw tightening. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "So you want rent from me now, Uncle?"
Virendra waved his hand dismissively, his voice sharp. "No rent. Just do what I say. Go."
Reyansh clenched his teeth, muttering under his breath, then forced a lopsided smirk. He turned to Jinal, who had been watching the exchange curiously.
"Come, Madam," Reyansh said, bowing mockingly like a driver. "Your chauffeur is here. Let me drop you."
Jinal's lips twitched, half amused and half irritated at his sarcastic tone. "You don't have to, I can wait for—"
But Reyansh cut her off with exaggerated politeness, "Arre, your driver is telling you to sit. At least grant me this much respect before I lose my 'job.'"
Reyansh opened the door dramatically and muttered under his breath, "Living here for free, my foot..."
Jinal slid inside with a smile tugging at her lips, secretly entertained by how Reyansh never failed to fight with her Virendra but still ended up doing his work anyway.
The car moved out of the haveli gates, silence wrapping around them. Reyansh drummed his fingers lazily on the steering wheel, glancing at Jinal out of the corner of his eye.
"Same college?" he asked casually.
Jinal, busy scrolling on her phone, gave a distracted hum. "Hmm."
Reyansh arched a brow, his lips quirking. "Not enough, madam. I need words. Actual words."
Jinal snapped her head toward him, glaring. "Yes, Mr. Sehgal. Same college." Her tone was sharp, but her eyes sparkled with that hint of annoyance mixed with amusement.
"Good," Reyansh smirked, leaning back with satisfaction. "Now that sounds human."
Jinal rolled her eyes, muttering, "I don't know how bhaiyya tolerates you."
Reyansh chuckled lowly, as if enjoying her irritation. He didn't bother to respond after that, letting the silence settle again.
Within minutes, they pulled up at the college gates. Students crowded around, but Jinal calmly opened the door and stepped out, adjusting her bag. She turned, perhaps about to say a polite thank you.
But before the words could leave her lips, Reyansh had already hit the accelerator, the car speeding away without so much as a glance back.
Jinal blinked, her mouth slightly open. Then she shook her head with a half-smile. "Unbelievable."
Jinal adjusted her bag on her shoulder and started walking inside the campus, her heels clicking softly against the stone path. She kept her gaze ahead, her mind already on her lecture notes.
But suddenly—tug.
Her steps faltered. She turned sharply, only to see the same group of boys who had been throwing comments at her for weeks. The smirk plastered on their faces was enough to sour her morning.
They always whistled, always passed remarks—but never crossed that invisible line. Never dared to touch.
Yet today, one of them had his hand clenched on her dupatta.
Jinal's brows furrowed, but she kept her expression composed. She refused to give them the drama they wanted. Ignoring them, she gave a sharp pull, freeing her dupatta from his grip. Without a word, she turned back toward the building.
But behind her, laughter broke out.
"Arre, madam ji ka gussa dekha?" one of them mocked.
"Bade ghar ki beti ho toh kya? Yahan bhi rule karegi?" another sneered.
Jinal's heart thudded, but her chin remained high. She had learned to ignore their filth—silence was her armor. Yet, deep down, a cold unease spread through her. Today wasn't like the other days. Today they had touched her.
And that, she knew, changed everything.
"Today you came with that man..." one of them sneered, his eyes shamelessly raking over Jinal, "...he is your boyfriend? Tch. Forget him, darling. We're hotter than him. Why not spend time with us instead?"
Jinal's throat went dry, her fingers tightening around her books. She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a single word—
CRACK!
A hard punch landed straight on the boy's jaw, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The group staggered in shock.
Jinal's eyes widened.
There he stood—Reyansh Sehgal. His jaw was clenched, his eyes blazing with fury, the veins in his arm taut from the force of the punch.
"You bastards have guts, huh?" Reyansh's voice was low, dangerous, each word dripping with controlled rage.
He grabbed the boy by the collar and yanked him forward, his knuckles white with rage. "You don't even deserve to breathe the same air as her."
The others shuffled nervously, but none dared step forward against Reyansh's wrath.
Jinal stood frozen, her heart pounding, caught between shock and... something she couldn't quite name.
Reyansh's punch sent the first boy crashing to the ground, blood spilling from his split lip. Before the others could react, he had already moved like a predator.
He grabbed another by the hair, slamming his head against the college gate with a sickening THUD. The boy screamed, clutching his forehead as blood trickled down, but Reyansh didn't stop.
"You dare touch her dupatta?" Reyansh growled, his voice sharp as a blade. "I'll rip your hands off."
He twisted the boy's wrist back until a loud crack echoed—bone snapping mercilessly. The boy fell to his knees, howling in pain.
Two others rushed forward, but Reyansh was faster.
He kicked one straight in the stomach so hard that the guy flew back, crashing into a parked bike.
The other swung a punch at him in desperation, but Reyansh caught his fist mid-air, smirked, and broke his nose with a single, brutal blow.
Blood sprayed everywhere as the boy fell flat on the ground, groaning.
"Reyansh, bas..." Jinal whispered in shock, but her voice was drowned in the chaos.
Reyansh wasn't done. He yanked the last standing guy by his collar and dragged him across the ground like a ragdoll. "Hotter than me, huh?" he hissed, his boot pressing hard against the boy's chest. "You filthy dogs can't even stand when I look at you."
Then, without mercy, he stomped on the boy's chest so hard that he coughed blood, clutching his ribs.
The entire group lay scattered on the ground—broken, bruised, and begging for mercy. Students around had gathered, whispering in shock, no one daring to step closer.
Reyansh finally straightened, his knuckles bleeding but his eyes burning with raw fury. He spat near them.
"Next time any of you even think about her—" his voice thundered, "—I'll bury you alive with my own hands."
Silence. No one moved.
Jinal stood frozen, clutching her dupatta tightly, her heart racing. She had never seen someone fight so brutally... and never for her.
Reyansh glanced at her once—his gaze still sharp, but softer than before. "Let's go," he muttered, brushing blood off his knuckles like it was nothing.
And just like that, he walked away, leaving the boys writhing in pain on the ground.
Reyansh's jaw was clenched, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles had turned white. The car roared through the streets like a beast let loose.
Jinal sat stiffly, clutching the seatbelt with trembling fingers, her heart pounding with every reckless turn he took. She had never seen him like this—so wild, so untamed.
"Reyansh... please," she said softly, her voice almost trembling. "Slow down..."
But her words didn't reach him. His eyes were burning, still replaying the scene of those filthy boys daring to touch her. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he snapped, "You're not attending that college anymore. Do you understand? From today onwards, no college."
Jinal's throat tightened. She tried to keep her voice steady, though her heart raced like crazy. "First stop the car, Reyansh. You're scaring me."
But instead of slowing, Reyansh pressed harder on the accelerator. The engine growled louder, and the speedometer needle jumped higher.
"Scared?" Reyansh said bitterly, his voice low and dangerous. "Good. At least now you know how I felt when I saw their dirty hands on your dupatta. I should have killed them right there, Jinal. Do you hear me? Killed them."
Jinal's breath caught in her throat. She glanced at his profile—his sharp jaw, the raw anger etched into his features, the veins bulging in his arms. This wasn't just anger; this was something deeper. Something frightening.
She whispered, almost pleading now, "Reyansh... please... just stop the car. I'm begging you."
For a moment, his eyes flickered toward her, catching the genuine fear swimming in hers. That small crack of innocence... that trembling voice... it pierced through his rage like a blade.
His grip on the wheel loosened slightly.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Jinal's hands were still trembling, clutching her dupatta tightly against her chest as if it were her shield. Her breaths were shallow, her face pale.
Then Reyansh's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the car flying down the road like a predator on the hunt. His chest burned, his mind was chaos. This feeling clawing inside him—rage, fear, possession—he didn't want to name it, didn't want to understand it.
"Reyansh, stop it!" Jinal's voice cracked in terror as the car swerved dangerously close to another vehicle. Her scream pierced the air, desperate, trembling.
For a split second, Reyansh's fury faltered. Her scream—her fear—shook him. He blinked, his jaw clenching as he twisted the wheel sharply, managing to steady the car just before it could slam into the divider.
His breaths came in harsh gasps, sweat dampening his forehead.
But it wasn't the near accident that made him hit the brakes with a screech—it was the sight of her tears. Those wide, terrified eyes staring at him as if he were no less dangerous than the men he had just beaten bloody.
The car jerked to a sudden halt. Silence. Only the sound of both their ragged breathing filled the air.
Before Reyansh could utter a single word, Jinal's trembling hands fumbled with the handle. She shoved the car door open and stumbled out, her dupatta clutched tightly around her like a shield.
Her steps were uneven, hurried, almost desperate to put space between herself and him.
Reyansh sat frozen behind the wheel, his fists tightening around the leather as he watched her step out. His jaw clenched. He had faced countless men, broken bones, drawn blood without flinching... but the sight of her walking away from him, shaking, crying,that... cut deeper than any blade.
The moment Jinal's feet touched the ground, Reyansh was out of the car too. In two strides he reached her, his hand slamming against the car beside her head, the other gripping the edge of the roof. He caged her completely, his tall frame overshadowing her trembling figure.
His chest heaved, his breathing rough, almost animalistic. The storm in his dark eyes bore straight into her soul as he leaned in dangerously close.
"Stop it, Jinal," he growled, his deep voice vibrating against her skin.
Jinal froze for a moment. This wasn't the Reyansh Sehgal who always laughed, who always carried arrogance like a second skin. No—this was someone darker, someone untamed. His jaw was clenched so tightly, his veins throbbed against his neck.
"Don't you dare step into that college again," his words came sharp, more a command than a plea.
Her eyes widened, confusion laced with anger. "And who the hell are you to decide this?" Her voice shook, but her defiance burned through it.
Reyansh's eyes darkened further, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. He lowered his face closer until their breaths mingled. "Do you want me to remind you... who the hell I am?" His tone was low, threatening, yet strangely intimate.
Her heart skipped, but she gathered every ounce of courage. "I remember very well, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, her eyes locked on his. "But it seems you have forgotten."
With a sudden push, she shoved his chest with both her hands. He stumbled back half a step—not from her strength, but from the audacity.
She straightened herself, her dupatta fluttering with the breeze, her chin raised. "And dare to stop me again..." her voice cut sharp, filled with fire he hadn't seen in her before, "I'll make sure you're sent back from where you came."
Her words sliced through the air, leaving Reyansh standing there, stunned, breathing heavily, rage and something unnameable flickering in his eyes.
Jinal turned on her heel, ready to leave him there boiling in his own anger. But the moment she took a step forward, a strong grip clamped around her wrist.
In one swift motion, Reyansh yanked her back, her body colliding with his hard chest. She gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his. His jaw was locked, his grip unyielding, his breath fanning her face as he spoke with a voice roughened by suppressed rage.
"Don't... test my patience, Jinal." His words were not loud, but the weight behind them made her heart thunder.
She struggled against his hold, but his fingers only tightened, his thumb pressing against the rapid pulse in her wrist. "You think you can walk away after talking to me like that?" His eyes were wild now, filled with a darkness that scared her... yet strangely pulled her in.
Her lips trembled, but she forced herself to glare back. "I'm not your slave, Reyansh. You can't control me."
A humorless laugh escaped him, low and dangerous. He leaned in until his nose almost brushed hers. "Can't control you?" His free hand shot up, pinning her other wrist against the car. "Then what the hell do you think I'm doing right now?"
Jinal's breath hitched, trapped between his body and the car, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Her defiance wavered, but she bit down on her lip, refusing to show fear.
"Let me go," she whispered.
Reyansh's grip only tightened. His voice dropped to a husky growl, each word laced with fury and something deeper he couldn't name.
"You don't get it, do you? The thought of those bastards touching you.
.. looking at you... it makes me want to kill them all over again.
And if you step foot in that damn college again, Jinal.
.." His face inched closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered the last words, ". ..I swear, I'll drag you back myself."
Her body shivered at his tone, torn between fear and the strange pull his closeness created.
And Reyansh Sehgal wasn't the kind of man who ever let go.
Jinal stood frozen in the middle of the road, her dupatta fluttering in the sharp wind as the roar of Reyansh's car faded into the distance. Her chest ached, her wrists still burning from his grip.
For a moment, she felt utterly abandoned... humiliated. The anger in his eyes, the way he caged her, the way he decided her fate as if she was his property—it all replayed in her mind like a cruel echo.
Her knees wobbled, but before she could sink down, a black SUV screeched to a halt beside her. The window rolled down, and the driver respectfully bowed his head. "Bitiya...sehgal saab sent me. Please, sit. I will take you back to Haveli."
She clenched her jaw. Haveli. Of course. The last place she wanted to return right now... but the thought of stepping into that college again, facing the whispers, the stares, the boys who dared touch her—her stomach twisted with dread. She had no strength left to fight another battle today.
Wordlessly, she opened the door and slipped inside, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. As the car rolled forward, she kept her face turned toward the window, blinking back the tears that stubbornly threatened to fall.
The towering gates of Thakur Haveli loomed in the distance, and Jinal exhaled shakily. No one must know. No one must see her weakness. She'd paste on her calm mask the moment she stepped in.
But deep inside, one truth burned hotter than anything else—
Reyansh Sehgal.
The man who terrified her, infuriated her, yet.
.. shook her world in a way no one else ever had.
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Devyani sat quietly on the rug, her dupatta tightly wrapped around her fingers, eyes darting from one face to another.
Payal was already giggling, Rudraksh leaning lazily against the bedpost with a sly grin, and Jinal.
.. though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, she forced herself into the circle, pretending nothing was wrong.
And poor Aditya—dragged here against his will—stood with his arms folded, looking like he regretted every second of his existence in this "meeting."
Aradhya leaned forward, eyes sparkling like she was plotting something dangerous. "Bhabhi, listen carefully. I know you are scared of Rivan bhaiyya—"
Devyani immediately nodded, her eyes wide, lips pressed tight. Of course I am scared.
Aradhya clapped her hands together. "Then... we have a plan."
Devyani blinked nervously. "P-plan?"
"Yes," Payal chimed in, bouncing excitedly. "A stunt! One stunt that will save you whenever bhaiya gets angry."
Devyani tilted her head, confusion clear on her innocent face. "What stunt?"
Aradhya's grin grew mischievous, and Aditya groaned, sensing danger already.
Devyani's eyes went wide the instant Aradhya whispered her "plan."
"K...kiss him?" she stammered, her face turning red in seconds. "Isn't he... isn't he a big man? How can I just... kiss him like that?"
Payal threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, come on, Bhabi! You two are husband and wife. It's allowed. You can kiss him whenever you want."
Devyani blinked, her fingers clutching her dupatta tightly. Allowed? Really? She never even dared to look at Rivan properly, and here these girls were telling her to kiss him just like that.
But seeing all their mischievous smiles, she bit her lip and nodded faintly. "O-okay... I'll... I'll try."
All three sisters lit up like fireworks, clapping and giggling, while Rudraksh smirked like he was enjoying the drama silently.
Aditya, however, pressed his palm over his forehead with a sigh. Now my brother is officially doomed.
Devyani, still hesitant, lifted her eyes again. "But... can you solve one more problem?"
They all leaned closer instantly. "Yes!"
Aditya muttered under his breath, "God save Rivan bhai..."
Devyani fiddled with her dupatta. "I... I don't know what to call him. Whatever I say, he gets angry only.
Payal's lips curved into the most wicked grin. "Simple solution, Bhabi. Call him... baby."
Devyani's jaw dropped. "B...baby?" She looked at her in pure innocence. "Oh... he likes being called baby?"
Payal nodded without missing a beat. "Yes. Very much."
Aradhya quickly bit her lip to stop from laughing, Rudraksh covered his mouth, Jinal shook her head hiding her smirk, and Aditya looked like he was two seconds away from walking out.
Devyani, not noticing the shared glances and muffled laughter, nodded with complete sincerity. "Okay then... I'll call him baby."
The siblings all burst into silent laughter, some rolling on the bed, some biting their hands to not scream, while Devyani sat among them, utterly clueless—already rehearsing in her mind how she would say baby to Rivan without trembling.
Aradhya leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, Bhabi... whenever you see Bhaiyya getting angry, or even trying to get angry, just do two things—call him baby... and kiss him. Lost of kisses Bas. All the anger will disappear in vain."
Devyani's lips curved into a small smile, relief washing over her innocent face. "So simple?" she whispered hopefully.
Payal nodded quickly, playing along. "Haan Bhabi, bahut simple. One word, many kissess.You'll see a miracle."
Devyani's smile grew wider, her heart lifting with newfound courage. Finally... he won't get angry with me. Finally... I can make him calm.
She looked at each of them with sparkling eyes, her voice soft yet filled with hope. "Thank you... really. You all are so good to me."
The girls exchanged quick, wicked glances, barely able to hold back their laughter. Even Rudraksh smirked, shaking his head, while Aditya pressed his fingers on his temple, muttering under his breath—
But Devyani remained oblivious. She happily hugged Aradhya, repeating to herself in her heart
Baby... just baby. He won't shout anymore. He won't be angry. Everything will be fine.
Little did she know, she was digging her own grave with her own delicate hands.
Devyani returned to her room, pacing like a little child given a secret mission. Her fingers kept fidgeting with her dupatta, her lips moving as if rehearsing lines.
Call him baby... kiss him... then no anger. Easy. Very easy.
But when it came to Rivan, nothing ever felt easy.
She chewed her lip, muttering, "How to... how to... execute the plan? He always looks at me like he will burn me alive. But I have to try. Otherwise, he'll keep scaring me forever."
Finally, gathering a strange courage, she tiptoed through the corridors and followed the faint sounds echoing corridor. It was coming from his study room.
Peeking carefully from the half-open door, her big eyes widened.
"Ohh... woh chamakte huwe machine ko gussa kar rahe hain..." she whispered in disbelief, staring at Rivan furiously typing and slamming his laptop shut only to reopen it.
"Machine ko kaun gussa karta hai?" she muttered, her innocence dripping from every word. To her, the sight was both confusing and comical.
For a moment, she hesitated—should she really disturb him now?
But then, Aradhya's mischievous advice rang in her ears.
Kiss him... call him baby... anger will vanish.
Her lips curved into a small, hopeful smile. "Yes... why not let him calm... so he won't be angry anymore."
She even jumped lightly in excitement, whispering to herself, "Yes, Devyani... now he won't be upset. C'mon, you can do it. C'mon, Devyani!"
With that, she took a deep breath, placed her trembling hand on the door, and pushed it open, ready to step inside Rivan Thakur's storm.
The Rivan Thakur sat in his leather chair, eyes burning into the laptop screen. His voice roared through the study, shaking even the walls.
"I don't care about excuses! One week's negligence and you all expect me to forgive? If this happens again, I'll personally—"
He was in full fury, his tone sharp like a whip, every word enough to make the employees on the other side of the call tremble. His jaw was clenched, veins visible on his temples. Anyone watching would know—at this moment, the man was a walking storm, ready to destroy whoever dared cross him.
And just then...
The door creaked. Soft footsteps echoed.
And before he could even turn—Devyani came running in.
Rivan's brows furrowed, his anger doubling. "What the—"
But she didn't stop. Her face was glowing with childish determination, her dupatta flying behind her as if she were on a mission.
And then... in the sweetest, most innocent voice, she whispered—
"Baby..."
The word slipped into the room like a forbidden melody.
Rivan froze mid-sentence. The men on the other side of the call blinked, confused at the sudden silence from their boss. His grip on the laptop tightened. His heart gave one hard, unwanted thud.
But before he could even process—
She said it again, louder this time, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Baby..."
The great Rivan Thakur—stopped.
Stopped scolding. Stopped thinking.
And that was when she did the unthinkable.
Devyani tiptoed closer, ignoring the fury blazing in his eyes, and— smack!—planted a soft kiss on his right cheek.
Rivan's eyes widened in disbelief.
Before he could react, she leaned over again, smack!—a kiss on his left cheek.
Two perfect lipstick marks bloomed against his sharp skin like scandalous symbols of her boldness.
The employees on the call could hear their boss breathing heavily, while his expression darkened dangerously.
Meanwhile, Devyani, thinking she had executed the "perfect plan," flashed him the brightest smile—then bolted out of the study like a scared rabbit.
Her little heart was dancing. Yes! I did it! Now he won't be angry anymore.
But what she didn't know was—
Her stunt hadn't calmed the beast.
It had only poured oil into fire.
Rivan sat frozen, his fingers curled into fists, his breaths uneven. His reflection in the laptop screen glared back at him—cheeks marked with her audacity.
"Baby..." the word echoed in his ears, mocking him, teasing him, driving him insane.
And for the first time ever, his employees witnessed something more terrifying than his fury—
Their boss cutting the call in complete silence, shutting the laptop with a slam, his jaw clenched so tight it could break bones.
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