10. Accidental Kiss
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Ishaan stood in front of me, head slightly bowed, eyes on the floor. For the first time in days, his posture looked different- tired, defeated. Why the hell was he standing like that?
Because it had been days, and we still couldn’t crack her full identity.
“I think I’m feeding a useless dog, Ishaan,” I snapped, my voice cold as ice. “You’re of no use. I’m so done with you now.”
He looked up at me, meeting my eyes with that stubborn determination of his. “Sir… I sent my man to Rajasthan. Checked every possible record. Still nothing about her family… friends… nothing.”
“Is she an orphan or what?” I asked, my voice sharp, impatient.
“We can’t find anything until we know her full name,” Ishaan replied calmly.
I clenched my fist so hard my nails bit into my palm. “And how exactly do we get to know her full name?”
“Ask her,” he said, like it was the most obvious solution in the world.
As if she’d tell me. As if she would ever spill the truth.
She knows why she’s here. She knows she was brought here to bear a punishment meant for Samarth, to make him come running. She thinks we did this to her. She doesn’t know the truth—Ishaan, I know it. And I’m not about to hand her the key to ruin me.
“She won’t say anything,” I growled. “She doesn’t know the damn truth. She won’t tell us her identity, her full name.”
“Then tell her it’s not a punishment,” Ishaan suggested, “Tell her it’s just a game. That.....”
“Shut up, Ishaan!” I barked, slamming my palm on the table. “We can’t take that risk. Don’t you dare say those words again, not until we find Samarth.”
“Fine,” he said, crossing his arms. “Just keep waiting then. I didn’t sign up to solve all your fucking problems. I’m done calling you sir, sir every time. You’re a pain in my ass.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You can’t do that. Play the perfect P.A. role. Keep doing it. Don’t fuck with my mind.”
He smirked, grabbing a glass of water and gulping it down like he didn’t give a damn.
“You should thank me,” Ishaan continued, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“That I’m bearing your sorry ass. Or else no one could do it.
You don’t want this. You don’t want that.
You don’t want to ask anything to Dhwani, but you don’t want to push her away either.
You pamper her, but shove her the second she gets close. ”
I exhaled heavily, my irritation bubbling.
“Just go away. I’m not in the mood for your lecture.”
“Yes!” Ishaan shot back. “Because your ass can’t handle the truth.”
“What truth, huh? Just keep your mouth fucking shut, especially when I don’t want any advice.”
“Because you only like me when I act like your damn robot,” he fired back. “Just because I don’t speak doesn’t mean I won’t speak.”
I sighed, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the edge of my lips.
“Why are you such an idiot sometimes?”
“Because you’re a bigger one,” he shot back without missing a beat.
I shook my head, “ Go bring your lunch box, I'm starving.” I told him. He passed me a glared, but walked away but returned after a minute with his lunch box in his hand.
“Next time, bring your own damn lunch. I’m not your personal chef.” she shot back.
“Keep dreaming.” I said.
“Gladly.”
We both started eating. It’s always him who brings lunch for me, cooked by himself, since my family… since that accident. He never leaves my side. Always there.
Yes, officially he’s my P.A., my assistant. But slowly.… over time, our relationship shifted. Most of the time 90% of it, he behaves like the perfect, professional assistant. Sharp, obedient, calculating.
And then that other 10%… it comes crashing down. Moments when he’s just too annoyed, too fed up, too honest. Like today.
Like just now.
And strangely, I didn’t hate it.
Because somehow, in the middle of this mess, it made me feel…. human again. A human who isn't alone.
“We are showcasing some of the jewellery designs at tonight’s award function,” Ishaan said, his tone matter-of-fact.
“It’s not a gala or anything fancy, but still important.
Industry leaders, designers, business heads…
All the big players. The kind of event where presence matters more than the award itself. ” He said, chewing his food.
I exhaled, filling my mouth with a morsel feeling the weight of it all. Raizaada Jewellery Emporium has been nominated in three categories. My designs, our craftsmanship, and the brand as a whole.
Ishaan asked, “So, you’re going in style, I presume?”
I nodded. “Of course not alone.” I replied, still focusing on food. He is a good chef.
He looked at me like I had just asked him to climb Everest. “I’m not coming.”
I chuckled dryly. “Just show up, keep quiet, and let me handle the rest.”
He crossed his arms, feigning defiance. “Yeah, yeah… I’m your shadow now.”
The event was tonighta small yet significant affair. One month away from the big gala where everything would either explode or fall into place.
Tonight’s function was a subtle strategy. A way to hint at our designs, make people curious, spark whispers in the industry…
“Is Dhwani also coming with us?” Ishaan asked, sounding curious.
“NO. Not at all,” I replied, my voice firmer than usual, though a bit scared inside. “You know how she has this habit of making it feel like an earthquake hit the place. I can’t take that risk tonight.” I wiped my mouth with a tissue.
He hummed thoughtfully. “She’ll stay at the mansion alone?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “We don’t have any other choice.”
“Won’t she ask where we’re going?” Ishaan asked again, sounding a bit concerned.
“We’ll go home early, make her sleep, and then head to the party peacefully,” I suggested, trying to sound confident.
He sighed, “You’ve made us both her full-time caretakers. I still don’t get one thing how can a grown woman be so brainless?”
Honestly, I didn’t understand that either.
“Maybe she’s suffering from some mental issue,” I replied. “Or maybe she’s been pampered too much at home… especially by Samarth. She probably doesn’t even know how to serve herself food, let alone cook.”
“Hmm… but I don’t know why sometimes, she seems so… suspicious,” Ishaan said, frowning. “I mean, it’s been months she’s been here with us, and she hasn’t said a single word. I think she’s mute.”
I suddenly met his eyes, my voice low but firm.
“She’s mute? You mean she can’t talk? That’s why she hasn’t said a single word all these months?”
“That’s exactly what I think,” he replied.
I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Samarth used to talk to her on phone calls,” I said slowly, my mind racing. “Just think… if she were truly mute, how would she talk to him on calls.… or video calls?”
Ishaan went silent, his expression unreadable. “It’s the only thing I can’t believe, Ishaan,” I added, my voice steady. “She can’t be mute.”
“I think we’re missing something very important,” Ishaan said, his tone serious.
“Just think… you found Dhwani at Samarth’s house, with his uncle.
The first question is why was she there, especially when Samarth wasn’t around?
Doesn’t she have her own family? And if she does, then why haven’t they tried to find her in these two months? ”
“You mean… it could be that she’s either an orphan, or she’s not who we’re thinking she is,” I replied. Ishaan nodded slowly.
A realization began to settle in my mind. “Now I knew what I had to do. How to find her actual details… Don’t worry. I’ll get everything by tomorrow,” Ishaan said firmly. “Because now, I’m starting to understand the real riddle.” Without another word, he stood up and walked away from the cabin.
It was evening by the time we returned to the mansion. Dhwani had been roaming around the office the entire time. Thankfully, she didn’t do anything stupid just wandered like some innocent explorer admiring ancient ruins… or in this case, office cubicles.
We stepped inside the mansion, each retreating to our own room. I instructed the chef to prepare something decent for Dhwani and serve dinner by 8. Before heading out, I wanted to make sure she ate properly and went to sleep without turning the mansion into a paint war zone.
After a quick freshen-up, I went downstairs…. and there she was already sitting at the dining table, already devouring her dinner. Oh? A miracle happened without me lifting a finger. That was…. suspicious.
Her fingers were completely messed up in food rice, sauce, bits of vegetables all over her hands. Yet, she was eating peacefully. Honestly, I couldn’t help but smile. Samarth used to eat rice with his hands too, no spoon. She adapted too many habits from him.
I walked toward her and sat down on the chair next to hers. Well, technically, my chair… but she was sitting right in the middle of it, as if staking claim over my property.
I don’t know why, but my eyes got stuck on her. I rested my elbow on the table, propping my jaw with my hand like a bored philosopher, just observing her.
She looked so innocent. Pure. The kind of innocence that makes you forget you have the emotional stability of a three-year-old.
I silently wished Ishaan would come tomorrow and say, “Boss, she has absolutely nothing to do with Samarth. Completely unrelated.” If that happened… man, I would lose my damn mind.
But thinking about it… The fact that she’s the same girl Samarth loves? It was like getting a personalized slap to my ego.
Honestly, I didn’t care what Samarth did. But me? I wasn’t going to be that pathetic friend who steals his best friend’s girl.
Classic Yugant dilemma. Save my dignity… or drown in it.
I kept staring at her, and then, but then she stopped eating. Eyebrows furrowed, little pout forming, rice stuck to the corner of her lips.
Ohh, she might think I was looking at her like a crepe. she made a tiny morsel of rice with her fingers and extended it toward my mouth.
Okay. Deep breath, Yugant.
I couldn’t decline her, not after yelling at her in the office today. But… she was eating like a kid discovering food for the first time, more like mixing her taste into it. And me? Eating this? My stomach refused.
You can think about exchanging her saliva while kissing her, But you can’t eat the food in which she unknowingly mixed a little bit of her taste. My brain mocked.
I parted my lips, and she placed the morsel in my mouth. Her fingers brushed my lips, and I couldn’t help but swirl my tongue lightly on her finger before she pulled it back. Then she went on eating herself, completely oblivious to the hurricane she’d unleashed in me.
Every bite carried the faint taste of her, and my thoughts ran wild. My subconscious screamed: You’re betraying Samarth! Stop!
SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLE. I screamed my mind under my breath.
“So? How’s the preparation for the gala coming along, Mr. Raizaada?” the man in front of me asked. He was the host for tonight’s award show, leaning slightly forward with a curious grin.
“It’s going well,” I replied, taking a measured sip of my drink, letting the calm confidence in my voice do half the work.
“Hmm… anything new this time? Any surprises we should know about?” he probed, raising an eyebrow.
I smirked, setting my glass down. “New? Perhaps. But surprises? You’ll have to wait for the gala itself.
” I leaned back slightly, letting the arrogance slide naturally off me.
“What I can tell you is this—Raizaada is going to take the top spot this time. First position. No mistakes. I’ll make sure of it. ”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Confident, I see. I like that.”
“You should be,” I said flatly, eyes narrowing slightly.
“We’re working with some of the finest designs anyone has seen in years.
The team is locked in. Every sketch, every gemstone, every intricate cut is being monitored.
Security checks, duplication prevention, even internal reviews, we’ve covered everything.
Nothing leaves my sight until it’s perfect. ”
The host raised his glass, impressed. “Sounds intense. You really are running a tight ship.”
I shrugged, though inside, my mind was already racing ahead: The designs, the show, the stakes…
one slip, one leak, and five years of work gone.
Not happening. Not this time. “Intense? Maybe. Necessary? Absolutely. This time, Raizaada’s isn’t just participating; we’re taking the spotlight. And I will make sure we get it.”
He laughed again. “Well, Mr. Raizaada, I can already see the competition shaking in their boots.”
I smirked, sipping my drink. “They should be.” My gaze swept across the room.
I don’t know why, but a strange feeling was crawling up my spine. Something… was going to happen today.
I shook my thoughts off. Focus, I told myself. The award ceremony had started, and the moment of truth arrived the award for Best Design went to Raizaada.
I gestured for Ishaan to collect it. Of course, I came to award functions, but I never take the awards myself. Always Ishaan.
Why? Because I want to hold the gala’s award directly. The real one, the one that matters my first time. That’s my dream.
The gala… five years of blood, sweat, and meticulous planning rides on it. If I lost it, if anyone dared to mess it up, I wouldn’t forgive myself. Not for anything.
I watched Ishaan walk up and accept the award on our behalf, and a small, satisfied smirk tugged at my lips.
Tonight is just a warm-up. My dream, my real destination… is the Grand Aurum Exhibition Gala.
After the award ceremony wrapped up, we had dinner. The food was good. Soon, I found myself leaning against the bar counter, drink in hand, scanning the hall. The host’s voice cut through the low chatter.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s have some music! Dance on the stage!”
Slowly, couples made their way to the dance floor. Everyone wore elegant masks delicate lace for the women, sleek metallic designs for the men adding an air of mystery to the whole hall. The dim lighting caught the glint of sequins and jewels.
Candles flickered on tables, chandeliers sparkled, and for a moment, I had to remind myself to just watch and not get sucked into the atmosphere. The masks made every glance, every movement feel charged, every smile secretive.
I turned with my drink… and bam. Right into someone.
Deep blue, long, sleeveless gown. Long, flowing hair that could probably have its own zip code. Sleek diamond pendant. Tiny diamond studs. Face hidden behind a silver mask. Lips parted like she was about to scold the world.
And then her eyes met mine.
Suddenly, my lungs decided to take a vacation. My brain? Overheated. My heart? Doing jumping jacks. And she… she froze like she’d just seen a ghost.
“C-Can’t y-you see ahead? You s-spoiled my whole dress!” Her voice. Sweet. My God, I could swear angels were singing.
Then I noticed it. My drink. Spilled. On her. Entirely. But of course, my attention wasn’t on the crime, it was on the voice. And the eyes. Those eyes…
“Uh… sorry,” I muttered like a total idiot. Yes, I actually said “sorry.” To her. To her.
She looked around, nodded, and walked away. And my brain went, Wait… who the hell is she?
Naturally, my legs betrayed me, and I followed. Before I knew it, I was inside the ladies washroom, staring at her back while she cleaned the dress. Her hair… those silky, impossibly long hair strands… why was I jealous of hair? And how the hell can hair be this perfect?
She turned, startled, and froze.
“Y-you… here?” she whispered, almost breathless. Ten steps away, still so scared? She composed herself, walked closer, opened the door, and walked away. Naturally, I followed.
“Hey, listen…” I called.
She didn’t stop. She ran, holding her gown. And those heels. Oh God, those ridiculous, dangerous, deathtrap heels. If she twisted her ankle, broke a tooth, broke a leg… how would she look smiling at me then?
And of course, as if the universe was bored, she collided with someone and almost fell. I leapt. Or tripped. Or both. Somehow, we ended up on the floor.
My back slammed against the floor. I groaned in Pain? Sure. But irrelevant. Because her lips were on mine. My eyes shut. Breath mingling. I smelled her breath, tasting… feeling like I’d done this before?
Done this before?
Like, I tasted her before.
Before I could process, my mouth betrayed me. I tugged her lower lip between my teeth. She hissed. And then, fucking hell, she kicked me between the legs. My future as Raizaada’s next-generation head? Possibly ruined.
I let her go, holding between my legs. She sprinted away like a goddess with zero sense.
And me? Lying there, holding my nuts, wondering why my life had become this chaotic, romantic, ridiculous mess. Goddammit Yugant, grow a spine, or at least a pair of… never mind. Just survive the night.
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