A sharp noice of air hostess  cutteed a silence  “LADIES  AND GENTELMENT UNDO YOUR    SEATBELTS WE ARE ABOUT TO LAND THANKS FOR FLYING WITH US”

….Huhh I was feeling little joyness at me like I was coming back from RUSSIA to INDIA  ( RAJASTJHAN,UDAIPUR) after literally 5 years…

I immediately depart the softness feeling in me like im not a soft hearted man as everyone knows right????

but what only one women in my life can make me soft that was my cutie my sweetie pie my mom is only women who could control me……

it is not like women don’t throw them at me regardless I have everything what an women desire

{AUTHOR DISCRIPTION ABOUT SIDDHARTHA}

"His face, sculpted by the sun and wind, held a rugged charm, and his eyes

the colour of a stormy sea and deep and scary like pacific ocean ,

seemed to hold a thousand of mysterious stories His broad shoulders, beneath the well-worn leather jacket, seemed to push against the fabric,

hinting at the strength within his has a glamourus smile

"but don’t fall for his handsome face he is as captivating in his looks as he is intimidating in his presence".

I can feel someone poking me from the sideit’s Aarav, my annoying yet best friend.

That brat has been by my side since childhood, through every low and high.

Yes, I know he can be irritating, but hey as they say “mera kachra merae pas”

(my trash with me)….

I say in annoying tone.. yeah what??

" Stop this you brat you look like you are my girlfriend trying to get my attention"….

Aarav always been quicker to answer responded

" stop you rascal im straight not like you who ran from women like they are puting bullet in your head"..

"Siddhartha lost his temper and responded sharply,

'First of all, I couldn't care less about what they're doing. No one, man or woman, would ever dare to lay a hand on me.'"

Yeah yeah Aarav answers in frustrated tone ……….

As the plane touched down, its wheels screeching softly against the tarmac, the engines gradually powered down, and the hum of the cabin faded into silence.

The doors slowly opened, releasing a rush of fresh air as passengers began to gather their belongings.

One by one, they stepped out onto the jet bridge, some stretching their legs in relief, others adjusting their clothes as they braced themselves for the next leg of their journey..

I wakeup with a noice echoing my room “kha kha isae apnae sath rakh li hayee ramm  kash usi tyme isko chhod deti”
my eyes filled with tears but I immediately wipe it from my eyes and wakeup …

check the time 7:00 AM gooddd I shouted I hurriedly sprinted toward the bathroom, my urgency unmistakable as I entered and swiftly shut the door behind me.

The refreshing sound of the water echoing against the walls seemed to beckon me as I stepped into the shower, allowing the warm cascade to wash away both the exhaustion and the remnants of the day.

Afterward, I emerged, feeling rejuvenated and confident, and carefully chose a pink suit that radiated elegance.

The delicate dupatta draped gracefully over my shoulders, completing the look with a sense of sophistication and poise.

Every movement was deliberate, embodying a quiet assurance as I prepared myself, ready to face whatever came next

I stepped out of my room with a sense of purpose, walking towards the pooja room where I began to gather the necessary items to start my day with devotion.

As I entered the serene space, I reverently sprinkled water on the Shivling, feeling the weight of the sacred ritual settle around me.

With a steady hand, I completed the aarti, the flicker of the diya casting a warm glow on my face, signifying the peaceful start of a new day.

Once the prayers were done, I gracefully stepped out of the pooja room, my mind now shifting to the next task at hand.

In a rush to keep up with my hectic schedule, I moved swiftly toward the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh food awaited.

My hands worked quickly, as I began preparing parathas and sabzi, the sizzle of the stove filling the air.

In my haste, I made an unintended mistake, adding more flour to the dough than needed, yet I didn’t let it slow me down.

With determination, I adjusted and completed the cooking process ive with the scent of freshly made food, and as I stepped back, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment—ready to take on the day

I stepped out of kitchen… and Just as I was about to step out of the house, I felt a firm grip on my arm.

It was none other than my grandmother, her frail yet strong hands holding me back with a sense of urgency.

I winced slightly, the pressure causing a sharp twinge of pain, but I quickly composed myself.

"Dadi, chhodo, dard ho raha hai, mujhe jana hai," I gently urged, hoping she'd understand my need to leave.

She gave me a disapproving glance, her sharp eyes scanning my appearance as if she were trying to assess my every move.

"Kaha chali hai, yeh fulljhadi banake?" she asked, her tone filled with concern yet a hint of amusement.

I took a deep breath and looked at her with patience. "Dadi, I’m going to pick Mishti up from the airport," I explained.

"She’s back from her one-month vacation, and I promised I’d be there to welcome her home."

so what she said?? Have you prepared breakfast? Yeah dadi
not now, not ever.

And as their gazes locked, it was clear that this was just the beginning Dadi, I promise I’ll be back within two hours," I said, trying to reassure her as best as I could.

She let out a  sigh, her sight of concern still evident in her eyes, but after a brief moment of contemplation, she nodded in acceptance.

Without saying another word, she turned and re-entered the house, her steps slow but purposeful as she disappeared inside.

I stood there for a moment, watching her retreat, before I pulled out my phone and called a cab.

The familiar hum of the vehicle’s arrival soon broke the silence, and I got in, settling into the back seat with a sense of purpose.

As the car began to move, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement building within me. The streets blurred outside the window, but my focus was on the feeling within.

Mishti, my best friend, my constant support, my person she was finally back after a long month away.

No one else in this world had ever cared for me the way she did. The thought of her return brought a sense of warmth and anticipation that I could hardly contain.

For the first time in a while, I felt that sense of completeness again the kind of bond that no time or distance could break.

As the city whizzed by, I couldn't wait to see her, to catch up on everything, and to feel the comfort of having my one true confidante by my side once again.

At the airport, Siddhartha strode ahead, his attention completely consumed by his phone, lost in whatever was occupying his mind.

Behind him, Aarav walked at a more relaxed pace, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Meanwhile, Aarohi, driven by an anxious urgency, was practically racing towards the entrance.

She knew Mishti had already arrived, and the thought of her best friend beating her to it filled her with a mix of excitement and a little dread.

If Mishti reached her first, she would never let her live it down
teasing her relentlessly for the rest of her life for not waiting for her at airport arohi could already picture it Mishti's teasing,

her playful scolding that never seemed to end.

With determination fuelling her steps, Aarohi pushed through the crowd, weaving in and out with remarkable speed.

The sea of people seemed to move in slow motion compared to her frantic pace.

But just as she surged forward, she suddenly collided with someone.

The impact sent her tumbling, her body tilting dangerously toward the ground. Her heart raced as she braced herself for the fall, closing her eyes tightly in reflex.

But before she could hit the floor, a strong, steady grip encircled her waist, halting her descent in mid-air.

She froze, her heart skipping a beat as the familiar, firm hold kept her from crashing to the ground.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to be met with the intense gaze of none other than Siddhartha.

His eyes, locked onto hers, seemed to study her face with a quiet intensity.

His focus was fixed on the softness of her expression the way her small eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the fall, the flush of red creeping up her cheeks, and the way her hair cascaded around her face like a waterfall.

The fabric of her pink suit shimmered in the light, adding to the ethereal quality of the moment. 

But before either of them could react, a voice cut through the silence, sharp and unmistakable.

It was Mishti, and her words came with the familiar mix of mock indignation and playful teasing.

"Aaruu ki bachii!" she shouted, her voice carrying over the crowd. "Tu banda pta li aur mereko batayi bhi nahi! Wah, raeh  kalyugg!"

Aarohi, her patience stretched thin, struggled fiercely to free herself from Siddhartha’s firm grip.

Her body wriggled, trying to slip from his unrelenting hold, but he held her as if he was made of stone.

Annoyance filled her voice as she shot her words at him like arrows, her frustration palpable.

"You, Mr. Whatever!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger.

"Chhodiye mujhe!" (Leave me!) The words echoed in the tense air, but Siddhartha’s response was swift,

a sharpness in his voice cutting through her like a blade.

Before she could get another word out, his voice thundered over hers, commanding, unyielding.

"Chhodne ke liye thodin pakda tha, bachuu!"

His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him, almost as if he were daring her to escape.

The words were laced with mockery and confidence, leaving her no space to argue.

Aarohi, her anger boiling over, pushed against him with every ounce of strength she had left, her hands pressed against his chest, but it was like pushing against a wall. "Huh! Are you out of your mind? Let go of me!" she demanded, the words filled with disbelief and frustration.

She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t listening. Why wasn’t he letting her go?
But Siddhartha, unmoved, seemed to take amusement in her struggle.

His grip only grew firmer, almost as if he was determined to keep her there no matter what.

"Why should I?" he said, his voice a low, controlled murmur that sent a shiver down her spine.

His tone was calm, but there was a certain challenge in it—one that dared her to keep trying, to see how far she would go.

From the corner of his eye, Aarav, who had been standing in the distance, watched the scene unfold with shock and disbelief.

He had never seen Siddhartha act like this before—never allowed anyone to speak to him so freely, so defiantly.

His composure, usually so strong and unshakable, seemed to falter in the face of Aarohi’s boldness, yet he didn’t back down.

It was a moment of rare vulnerability for Aarav, who couldn’t comprehend why Siddhartha was allowing someone to speak to him in such a manner.

Aarohi, seeing the way he was smirking almost enjoying the chaos she was creating narrowed her eyes, her glare cold and full of warning.

Her frustration peaked, and she said, through gritted teeth, "Chhodiye warna main..." (Leave me, otherwise...) Her threat was clear, but there was an edge to it, as if she were waiting for him to make the first move.

Siddhartha, his smirk widening, met her gaze with an almost devilish amusement.

He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as he spoke, his words dripping with condescension.

"Okay, little bunny, what will you do? Huh?"

His words were playful, but they carried an underlying tone of command, making it clear that he wasn’t worried.

In an attempt to break free, Aarohi, in a desperate move, bit one of his hands—the one nearest to her face.

She thought the action would surprise him, make him flinch, but Siddhartha only smiled, unphased by her defiance.

His eyes darkened, and with a chuckle, he said, "Oh, my little bunny wants to mark me, huh?"

His voice was soft, yet there was a sharpness to it, as if he took delight in her resistance.

"Okay, then. I would love to be marked by my bunny."

His words hung in the air, the playful tone twisted with something darker, something almost possessive.

A devilish smirk crossed his face, and the intensity of the moment thickened.

He wasn’t going to let her go—at least, not until he got something from her

"Okay, little bunny," he said again, his voice smooth, almost coaxing.

"I’ll leave you... but only if you tell me about yourself first."

It was less of a request and more of a command, as if he believed she had no choice but to comply.

Aarohi, her frustration mounting, locked her eyes with his, giving him a look so cold it could freeze fire.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she couldn’t stand how calm he was, how in control of everything he was

. Her jaw tightened, and with a voice that could cut glass, she spat out, "Aap se matlab?" (What do you mean by that?) Her glare could kill, but Siddhartha didn’t even flinch.

Siddhartha leaned in closer, his gaze unyielding, almost predatory.

His smile didn’t falter as he answered, "Haanji," his tone casual, but the meaning behind it was far from innocent.

Aarohi, now on the brink of losing her composure, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her voice burst from her in an angry yell, "Shut up!" The frustration, the anger, and the helplessness all came out in that one word.

Siddhartha’s smile remained unwavering.

He simply looked at her, unfazed by her outburst, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling around her.

"Okay, baby," he said softly, his words holding a playful authority. "Just your name then."

Aarohi, though still burning with rage, knew she was cornered. She had no choice but to respond.

She could feel the weight of the situation, the tension that pulsed in the air. With a deep breath, she reluctantly answered, "Aa..rohi… Aarohi Sharma."

Siddhartha’s smirk deepened, and his eyes gleamed with something dark, something possessive.

He had gotten what he wanted, and though he had loosened his grip, the power dynamic between them remained clear. There was no escaping him..

As soon as Siddhartha finally released his hold on Aarohi, the moment hung in the air, thick with unspoken words.

Aarohi, still recovering from the storm of emotions that had just swept over her, looked around, only to find Misthi and Aarav standing there, frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.   

They had witnessed everything the confrontation, the unyielding grip, and the declaration that had shaken them to the core. Neither of them had moved a muscle, too stunned to ..

She stood up slowly, her lips curling into a sneer as she muttered under her breath, "Besharam." (Shameless.)
Siddhartha’s response was quick, cutting through the tension with ease, his voice laced with quiet authority. "Besharmi dikhaunga toh phir Mrs. Sharma... oh, sorry, soon-to-be Mrs. Singhania."

His words were deliberate, each one carefully chosen, and as they left his lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted, a chill running through the group.

Aarohi, Misthi, and Aarav stood frozen, as if the very ground beneath their feet had turned to ice. The revelation hung heavily in the air.

Aarohi, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard, shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and defiance. "Shut up, in your dreams, Mr. Singhania," she said, the words falling harshly from her lips.

Siddhartha merely raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanour unwavering.

"Oh, really?" he mused, his smirk deepening. "Soon-to-be Mrs. Singhania… So for your information, I’m Siddhartha Singhania."

His name, when spoken aloud, carried weight. There was a finality to it that left no room for further doubt.

Misthi’s jaw dropped. She blinked in shock before she could gather her words. "Y-You... Siddhartha?" she stammered, her voice full of disbelief.

Siddhartha nodded, his gaze never leaving Aarohi.

The confidence radiating from him was unmistakable. Misthi, her eyes wide with both awe and caution, turned to Aarohi, her expression now serious. She pokked Aarohi gently, as if to make sure she was still standing.

"Shut up, Aaru," she warned in a low, urgent tone. "Don’t you dare say anything. He’s not someone to take lightly." She paused, her voice dropping even further, almost reverential.

"He’s Siddhartha Singhania—the CEO of Singhania Industries and a ruthless mafia kingpin.

He went abroad five years ago for his business dealings."

The shock hit Aarohi like a physical blow. Her eyes darted between Misthi and Siddhartha, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was hearing.

This wasn’t the man she thought she knew. This wasn’t just the arrogant, confident Siddhartha who had always managed to get under her skin.

He was this—a CEO, a mafia boss—a man whose power and influence reached far beyond what she could have imagined.

Siddhartha, still standing with an air of quiet authority, nodded slowly at Misthi’s words.

"I might be ruthless to others," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, almost intimate tone, "but not for my Aaru.

My little bunny…" His gaze softened as he looked at Aarohi, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them.

Misthi, still struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation, turned back to Aarohi. "Wait," she said, her voice full of incredulity. "Do you really like Aaru? I mean, really like her? Because I’m telling you, she’s too innocent for your world.

She’s not like other girls. She doesn't belong in that world of yours."

Aarohi, still unable to fully process the whirlwind of information that had just been thrust upon her, stood speechless. Her gaze flitted from one person to the next, not sure how to respond.

What did this even mean for her? What did it mean for the life she had known?
But Siddhartha, ever unyielding, held her gaze firmly. "I’ll protect her," he declared, his voice low and unwavering, "until my last breath."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, final and resolute. There was no questioning it, no room for doubt.

For him, this wasn’t a passing fancy or a fleeting declaration. It was a promise—a vow made with the quiet certainty that only those who knew true power could possess.

Aarohi’s heart skipped a beat as the reality of the situation sank in. She was no longer just a bystander in her own life; she was entangled in a world she had never imagined—one ruled by Siddhartha’s shadow, and one where he had claimed his place beside her, no matter the cost.
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