And Mr. Singhania," Deepika's voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unwavering,

"I suggest you stay locked in your room for the next few days and keep out of Shubhu's sight. If you dare to cross his path while he’s in this state, you’ll regret it.

If he loses his temper, there will be consequences you won’t be able to handle.

Trust me, it will be a problem, and you won’t want to see how far it can go. So for your own safety……..

Vikram stepped through the grand doorway of the mansion, his face contorted in a fleeting grimace of distaste.

He said nothing, letting the silence speak for his disapproval as he disappeared into the opulent interior.
Sensing the tension lingering in the air, Deepika moved toward Siddharth with her signature grace and warmth.

Gently cupping his face in her palms, she smiled and said playfully, “Shubhu baby, how are you? Did you enjoy your little escape from us, hmm?”

Siddharth let out a soft chuckle, a flicker of affection in his eyes. “Maa,” he said, “being away from all of you wasn’t a vacation  it was a slow-burn trauma. But what can I say... business demanded its price.”

Before the conversation could continue, Aarav cut in, his tone casual but final. “Alright, Siddharth. Time for me to head out. My parents are waiting for me at home  I’ve gotta run. I’ll drop by again soon.”

Deepika reached out instinctively. “Beta, at least stay for lunch…”

But Aarav offered only a polite smile before stepping into his sleek, black sunroof car  a stunning, custom-designed machine.

With a soft purr of the engine, he was gone.
Siddharth turned to his mother, his expression softening ...

“Maa,” he said quietly but firmly, “let’s go inside. I’m exhausted. I need to freshen up it's been a long journey.”…. He entered the mansion doors that shows  that shows sight  of  generational grandeur. The moment he stepped inside,

the air felt heavier not with dust, but with memories. His gaze softened as it swept across the familiar luxury, a quiet awe settling over him.

This wasn’t just architecture; this was legacy. This was his home. And now, after nearly five years, he had returned.

Without speaking, he made his way towards the ascended the grand staircase, its railings lined with intricate brasswork and delicate floral motifs. They parted ways, each slipping into their respective suites  rooms that could rival any five-star penthouse.

Siddharth’s room stretched wide, its king-sized bed bed draped in cotton and rich velvet throws. 

. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed through the large space, filling the room with steam and calm.

Almost half an hour later, he stepped out. He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his wet hair. Water droplets slid down his face and chest, his body still glistening from the shower.

His physique was strong and defined — the result of years of serious training. His muscles stood out effortlessly, veins visible, making his strength obvious without him even trying.

A towel hung loosely around his hips, sitting low, giving him the look of someone confident in his own skin

. At that moment, he looked every bit like attractive, powerful, one of the most striking people you'd ever see finest man alive on the world.

 
      AAROHI :-

As Aarohi and Misthi stepped out of the airport, Aarohi suddenly shouted, “That crazy bustard!”
Misthi shot her a glare, trying to hide her smirk.

“Kya hai?” she asked with a smile.
“Stop it, idiot,” Aarohi replied, rolling her eyes.

Misthi grinned and teased, “Jijaji mil gaye re, bidu!”

I gave her an annoyed look and muttered, “Kutti nahi toh…”
Misthi just laughed and responded in her usual alien language, “Aaeeaaeeeeeeee!”

“Let’s go, little bunny,” she added mischievously, knowing full well that Siddhartha used that nickname for Aarohi.

“You little!” Aarohi shouted, and before she could finish, Misthi took off running, laughing, with Aarohi chasing close behind.

A few hours later, the two of them were sitting in a cozy café, lost in their usual gossip and laughter.

Suddenly, Aarohi glanced at the time and exclaimed, “Shoot, bro! I need to head home—I'm already an hour late. My dad's going to kill me!”

“Yaar Aaru, ruk ja na! Please stay a little longer,” Misthi begged.

“I really can’t, Misthi. I have to go. Byeee!” Aarohi said, grabbing her bag and rushing out.

At home:-

As she reaches her home she was just in door steps..suddenly a hard grip around her arms.. pulled her inside.. where the hell where you?? My dad shouted.. I sobbed and answers,, da..d i…I have goner tp airport to pick misthi. Yk what you are late . and this will be not be accepted.

He closes the door. And delivered a harsh slap on her face. She fell on ground  catching her breathe a single tear fell from my face

. He start delivering punches and kicks.. i..i..m sorry ..da…dd.. shutupp you little bitch.. he shouted. she was trying to  catch her breathe.. after some  minutes he left the room.. after delivering last kick to her.. aarohi sobbed trying to catch her breathe.. after sometime she calmed herself but still crying. She ran to her room.

And buried her face  in pillow crying and slightly panicking.. after some time her bre the becomes steady . and she fell asleep..

Later ,she wakeup and goes to her balcony and look directly into moon and starts finding her epace.. she share every fucking detail with it and cried for hours in memory of her mother and the emptiness in her heart about loosing her.. and the unloved and little space in her heart which just want  love and care.. she murmured ...

Next day :-

Aarohi’s phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Misthi.

Without hesitation, Aarohi answered.“Hey , kasi hain?” Misthi asked cheerfully.“I’m fine,” Aarohi replied in a firm voice.

“But why are you calling me right now? I’m really busy. I’ll talk to you later.“I have important work to finish   I need to write statements for the case our professor assignment.misthi replied ohh.. sure sure … btw im going to college you too go dumbass, huhh ill take care aarohi replied.. and ill pick you up after your college baby…

ooaaee kutti main teri baby baba nhi hu chup hoja warna jha sae ayi hain whi bhaga dungi dubara boli toh (shhh!!! Misthi don’t call me that otherwise ill put you back where you came from) huh cant Iove my bestfriend??  Misthi replied.. aarohi says no.. then cutted the call with huung up noice.

Aarohi had just finished writing the last line of her assignment. She let out a deep breath of relief, feeling satisfied with her work.

Pushing her chair back, she stood up and walked over to her wardrobe. Her eyes scanned the shelves until she picked out a stylish outfit   a classic white t-shirt, black  jacket, and matching black jeans. After getting dressed, she admired herself in the mirror for a moment. The outfit looked amazing on her powerful, professional, and effortlessly stylish.

Stepping outside, she waited by the roadside for a cab. The cold breeze gently brushed her hair as she checked her phone.

Just then, a cab pulled up and she got inside.As she settled into the back seat, her phone rang  this time from an unknown number. She answered the call casually, “Hmm, who’s this?”
(AUTHOR KI BAKWAS: . It’s none other than Siddhartha!)

On the other end, a deep and husky voice responded with quiet confidence, CEO of the Singhania Company this side madam,

.”Aarohi rolled her eyes dramatically and let out a sarcastic, drawn-out “OHHHHH!”

Without missing a beat, she replied with a smirk, ohh !!acha aap ceo toh main oprimeminisster aur abhji primeminister busy hain..(“Oh really? And I’m the Prime Minister. But unfortunately,the Prime Minister is very busy right now.”)And just like that, she hung up the call without waiting for a response.

Siddhartha stared at his phone, completely confused. “What the…?” he muttered.He quickly tried calling again but couldn’t get through  Aarohi had already blocked his number.

Meanwhile, in his massive, luxurious office  which was tastefully decorated with modern furniture, artificial plants, and soft lighting Siddhartha was having a hard time believing what had just happened.Frustrated, he muttered to himself, “Why can't I call her again? Did she block me? Me? Siddhartha Singhania?”

He slammed his hand lightly on his desk. “Seriously? This girl has the nerve to block me?”

he decided to try one more time this time using his private number that couldn’t be traced easily.The phone rang, and Aarohi picked up again already irritated.

Without even asking who it was, she snapped,

kuttaee khi kae nphone kat warna teko drum main bhar dungi nhi kuch unique krtae hain teko toh pencil pouch main bhar dungi aur asi jagha faekungi ki kisiko kano kan khabar nhi hoyegi..she hung up again.

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