The phone rang four times, each second stretching into eternity. On the fifth ring, she answered.
"Hello, Shreeja," I said, my voice tense. But her reply stopped my heart: "Haloo, wo is tis?"(Hello, who is this) Mumbled words, a baby-like voice— is she drunk?

"Shreeja, it's me, Idhayan—your boss," I clarified. "Where are you now? Are you still at the club?" My concern spilled into the receiver. She hesitated, then whispered, "Hmm, Seeja wus seepng."(Shreeja was sleeping)

(Author : she's gonna be dead to him)

I coughed hard because of her baby like drunk voice. "Why haven't you gone home yet? your mother is worrying about you" I pressed. But Shreeja's sleepy voice persisted: "But Seeja iss sleepng."(but shreeja is sleeping)

My goodness, today I would surely die because of her. "And everyone else? Are you alone?" I asked, my patience fraying. Her uncertain reply—"Umm, doon knw, Seeja"(don't know, shreeja)—pushed me to the edge.

(Author : Aree e ladki chahati kya hain ? waise hi bechara har roj maar raha hai , abhi aur marna chahati hain)
(What does this girl want? Poor him literally dying everyday, she still wants to kill him more)

"Why did you drink so much? It's not good. You have to go home," I scolded. But her sobs cut through the line: "Ummm, Seeja not good. Sob, sob. Sir ates Seejaa. Sob, sob."(shreeja not good, sir hates shreeja)

(Author : Heeiiinnnnn.... Kya bol rahi hai yaar , hosh mein aaja behen kuch bhi bol rahi hai tu, sab kya sochenge)
(what are you saying friend, come to your senses sister, you are saying anything, what will everyone think?)

"Wait, whatt? I ate you? What are you talking?" I confusedly asked her, "Yeaasss sir hatesss seejaaa" she shouted.

"Wait, are you trying to say I hate you? When had I ever said that to you?" Panic surged me as I hurriedly tell her.

"Sir scold seeja waaaaaaa" now she's crying more, "wait.. wait don't cry please , I really didn't mean to scold you, please stop crying. Umm..it's mean you don't like me?" I asked her, "Seejaa dosn't like whin sir scolds har,"(shreeja doesn't like when sir scolds her) she wailed.
"Seeja likes sir, Sir is handsome and so big." She saying while giggling.

(Author : Bhagwan mujhe kuch pata nehi hai , kyu piti hai itna jab aapne aapko sambhal nehi sakti )
(God, I don't know why you drinks so much when you can't control yourself)

Her confession left me speechless. I stopped my car in the middle of the road, hands pressed to my face. My face burned—Is this real? Shreeja, my dreams and my unspoken feelings, had just spilled her heart out.

(Author : ooyeee hoyeee camera man jaldi focus karo)(Hey camera man, focus quickly.)

"So you find me handsome, you never said anything before about this, are you telling truth or pretending to be?" I asked her, "nooooo, sir handsome , beautiful and so big, sir good and kind" she told me excitedly, "And anything else?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky.

(Author : readers she wants to tell him about his height ok so don't anything else, I know all of yours mind)

"Yeahhh," she bubbled, "sir's smile is pretty. Sir's eyes are so beautiful and shiny, like sky clouds" she exclaimed, what should I do shree, I have to hold back but I can't.

(Author : sahi hai jab pasandida ladki aapko ese tariff karti ho to kyasa haal hota hai)
(That's right, what happens when your favorite girl compliments you like this)

It's became slient I was about to speak but she suddenly spoke " haloo haloo sir? Beautiful sir? Handsome sir? Preety smile sir? Bigger than shree sir? Kind sir? Shiny sir?"

I couldn't contain my laughter at her antics. "Yes, yes," I replied, my heart racing. "Here is your sir." And in that moment, as her giggles echoed through the phone, I wondered if dreams could come true—even in the most unexpected ways.

As Shreeja's voice danced through the phone, my heart raced. How could someone be so cute? She'd become my muse, my confidante, and now, my drunken revelation.

"So now, sir and Seee(shree) are friends?" she asked, her words are sweet melody. I nodded, forgetting she couldn't see me. "Yes," I assured her. "We're always friends."

But then, "Then shree will tell you a secret" her whisper conspiratorial. "Shh, don't tell anyone, you've to promise shree." she cautioned. My curiosity piqued. "Okay, what's the secret? Tell me, I won't tell anyone, Promise." I whispered back.

And then she dropped the bombshell: "Shree once saw Sir's half-naked body." Shock ricocheted through me. How? When? My mind raced, but Shreeja had more to reveal.

(Author : oohhoo ohhhooo *teasing tone*)

"On that day when Sree was going to enter," she explained. "But Sree was sad because it was the back side and not the front." I facepalmed. Wait, it was the day I'd been changing in my office cabin. How had she—

"So after seeing me, what do you think?" I dared to ask. Her reply was a mix of joy and curiosity: "Oh, that was great—just like I thought. But Shree wanted to see the front. If there are any abs or something. Shree is very curious."

Shreeja's revelation caught me off guard. I'd never expected her to harbor such thoughts.

The image of her watching my back, curiosity etched in her eyes, played on a loop in my mind.

My face flushed. "Then do you want to see now?" I pressed. But Shreeja sidestepped my question, her words tumbling out: "When I was watching sir's back, I thought of just going and—" "And?" I held my breath.

(Author : And...*curious")

" Go and hit a punch and see how solid sir's back is," she confessed. I faceplamed myself again, Seriously, what am I even thinking, My mind whirred. Was this a dream? A fantasy? But then she added, "But sighh, Shree cannot... ummm, aammm."

(Author : Hey bhagwan , aur kya bhi soch sakti hoon mein isse🤦🏻‍♀️)
(Oh God, what else can I think of this, she's hopeless)

My heart raced, and then Akansha's voice interrupted: "Who are you talking to, Shree?" I hurriedly cut the call, flustered and bewildered.

Her words echoed, leaving me both flattered and incredulous.

Had she truly seen me that way? Or was it the alcohol speaking?

Shreeja's honesty stripped away the layers I'd carefully donned. Suddenly, I was exposed—a canvas for her feelings.

My heart raced, and I wondered if she sensed my own hidden desires. Shreeja's giggles and sobs were a rollercoaster. She liked my smile, my eyes—details I'd never thought mattered.

But what if this was fleeting? What if morning light washed away her confessions?

The VIP room pulsed with energy, a cocoon of laughter and secrets. "Will we go home now or in the morning?" Akash asked, his eyes flickering between them. Akansha's reply was casual: "Of course we'll go in the morning. What's the rush?"

But Akansha, ever the mischief-maker, couldn't resist. She cupped Shreeja's cheek, poking it playfully. "What a cutie pie, na? Look at her pouty lips." Shreeja blushed, her sleepy eyes half-lidded from exhaustion and alcohol.

(Author : Haan kha lo usse)( yeah eat her)

Akash smiled, nodding in agreement. But his thoughts spiraled. She was always a cutie, he mused. Sometimes it's hard to resist... That's why I... But the words remained unspoken, trapped in his heart.

(Author : ruko ruko kya hua kya bolne Wale the haan)
(Wait wait, what happened? What are you about to say?)

And then, like a twist in a well-written novel, the guard interrupted. "Someone is coming," he announced.
And there, behind him, stood their Uncle Idhayan—the calm and responsible person who'd helped Shreeja for her freedom.

Akansha's anger flared. "Where are your manners?" she scolded her Uncle. "You teach everyone manners, but you don't know—you have to wait outside until called inside, you manner less man."

(Author : look who is talking to whom about manners)

In that charged moment, the room held its breath. Shreeja slept, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding around her. Akash's heart raced, and Idhayan met Akansha's glare with a calm smile.

Idhayan stood there, watching Shreeja sleep like a baby. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips curved in a peaceful slumber. He smiled to himself, a rare moment of quiet contentment.

"When will you all go home? It's already late," Idhayan's voice broke the stillness. His mind racing, Shreeja's mother had called—worried, anxious. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders.

But Akansha, ignored his question, and stepped forward. "What are you doing here?" she challenged. Idhayan's calm demeanor faltered. He had a purpose—a duty to fulfill—but Akansha's defiance threw him off balance.

"I am taking Shreeja to her home," he replied, his voice steady. "You two go with the driver." But Akansha wasn't one to back down. "Why should I listen to you? And how should I trust that she'll be safe with you? " Her hands rested on her hips, eyes flashing.

(Author : aagar zindagi mein sabse zyada kisike pass surakshit hogi to inhke pass)
(If anyone has the most security in her life, then it's him)

And then, chaos erupted. Akansha hurried to Shreeja's side, blocking Idhayan's path. Drunk and determined, she argued—her loyalty to her friend unwavering. Idhayan sighed. Shreeja, caught in the crossfire of friendship and responsibility, slept on, blissfully unaware.

In that moment, Idhayan's heart wavered. His gaze shifted from Shreeja to Akansha. The night had unraveled, revealing vulnerabilities and unexpected connections.

Idhayan remained the calmest person in the room, his demeanor unwavering even as Akansha's anger flared. "She's my friend; I'll take her home, not you," Akansha declared, her loyalty fierce. But Akash intervened, urging her to listen to Idhayan.

Undeterred, Idhayan gently shook Shreeja, trying to rouse her. But she clung to his hand, murmuring in her sleep.
Her trust in him was both endearing and heartbreaking. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her like a precious baby.

Outside, Akansha and Akash followed, their eyes fixed on Shreeja. Akansha's threat hung in the air "If anything happens to her, I will sue you." Idhayan smiled, unfazed by her intensity. He patted Akansha's head, a silent reassurance, and spoke softly "Go home safely, okay?".

As he walked away, Shreeja nestled against his chest, Akansha stood there, dumbfounded and found herself touching her head where Idhayan patted.

Chit chat:

(Author : awww bachchi ko kyasa laga kakaji ka pyaar?)(Aww, how did the girl feel her uncle's love?)
(Akansha : shut... Y..y.our fu..c.king m.ou....)
(Idhanyan : language Akansha *with soft and gentle tone*)
(Author : 🤭)

End....

As Idhayan carried Shreeja in his arms, her head nestled against his chest, he smiled. She giggled, her head lolling to the side as she mumbled incoherently.

Then she wrapped her hands around his neck and her breath was warm against his neck, carrying the distinct scent of the cocktails she had indulged in a little too enthusiastically.
And because of her warm breath he felt goosebumps in his body.

With careful steps, he carried her to the car, opening the passenger door and setting her down gently.
Shreeja's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him, her expression a blend of confusion and delight.

"Uuuuu, who are you Mr. Handsome man?" she asked, her voice adopting a cute, baby-like tone. "Wowww, where are we going?"

(Author : Your secret admire)

Idhayan chuckled, his eyes crinkling with affection as he settled into the driver's seat and reached over to buckle her seatbelt. "I'm your handsome sir , and We're going to your home," he replied, his voice gentle.

Shreeja's face lit up with childlike glee. "Yeeaahhh, we're going home! We will go home while swimming," she declared with a triumphant grin, her hands making little swimming motions in the air.

(Author : mein royu ya hasuu...karun mein kya karun...)
(Should I cry or laugh...what should I do?)

Idhayan laughed, the sound filling the car as he started the engine. "I don't think we can swim home, Shreeja," he said.

Her smiled vanished, replaced by a dramatic pout, "Hawww" she made a cute, sad noise, her bottom lip jutting out.

Idhayan couldn't help but chuckled, his heart warming at her adorable antics. "Alright, Alright, maybe next time" he said, patting her head gently.

But Shreeja was already lost in her own world again. "Wooww, look! So many birds and clouds are flying with me, yeeehhh!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked out the window. She started making bird sounds, chirping with enthusiasm, "wooo, pui pui pui," her arms flapping like wings.

Idhayan glanced at her, his heart fall more for her. He couldn't help but thought about her, a deep, hearty sound that resonated through the car. "You're quite the little bird tonight," he said, reaching over to gently pat her head.

Shreeja's chirping continued throughout the ride, her face animated with every new imaginary sight.
Idhayan stole glances at her, marveling at how someone could be so endearing even when completely intoxicated.
He thought to himself how tough it would be to manage her if it wasn't nighttime, grateful that the roads were quiet.

As they neared her house, Shreeja's excitement showed no signs of waning. "We're almost there, little bird," Idhayan said softly.

"Yeeahhh," she cheered, her voice trailing off into a series of gentle chirps. Idhayan pulled into her driveway, still chuckling, knowing that tonight would be a memory he would cherish for a long time.

(shreeja's house picture)

(At night 1:25 am)

After 40 minutes of shreeja's full of antics Now they reached.As he parked his car in front of Shreeja's house, he stepped out, cradling her gently.

Shreeja's mother Mrs. Gupta rushed forward, concern etched on her face. "What happened to her?" she asked, her voice trembling. Idhayan reassured her, his calm demeanor unwavering "Don't worry, Aunty. She's just drunk. She'll be okay later."

And with that, he carried Shreeja across the threshold, stepping into the quiet warmth of her home. The night had woven its threads, leaving Idhayan with a heart both heavy and hopeful.

Idhayan asked, his voice calm, "Where is her room?" Mrs. Gupta pointed upstairs, and he ascended, each step a reminder of the night's twists. Mrs. Gupta followed him. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls.

As he laid her down on the bed, she clung to his neck, Shreeja's grip tightened. unwilling to let go "Noooiiiiiiii sreeee wont let go her hansomeee siiirrr". (no shree won't let go her handsome sir)

Shreeja's mother anger palpable. "There's no end to your trouble" she scolded shreeja. "Look at this situation now. What am I supposed to do with this problematic girl?".As Shreeja mumbled, her words a soft plea "Shree doesn't like Mom. She's always scolds Shreejaa."

Idhayan sat beside her, leaning back, his hand soothingly on her back. Shreeja buried her face in his stomach, seeking comfort.
Her mother's anger reach to high "What the hell are you doing shree, let him go for god's sake he's your boss", but Idhayan signaled her to wait. "Okay, no problem," he assured. "Don't get angry. I'll handle it."

Shreeja's sudden movement caught Idhayan off guard. Her pointy nose and chubby cheeks, flushed like a rose, tugged at his heartstrings. Why was she so incredibly cute?

"Sir?" Shreeja's voice was a soft whisper, her eyes searching his face. "Are you Shree's handsome sir?" ,Idhayan chuckled at her, adoration blooming within him.
"Yes, I am," he replied, patting her head gently. But Shreeja wasn't done, her gaze shifting to her mother "You scold Shree," she whined, The older woman stood there, anger and concern warring on her face.

"Don't worry, Aunty," Idhayan assured her. "Can you give me the hangover medicine from my car's front drawer? I'll make sure she's settled."

Mrs. Gupta hesitated, embarrassment etching her features. "It's so embarrassing for me," she murmured. "My daughter acting like this with her boss."

Idhayan's smile softened. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not her boss here, now I'm just a friend to her, You can think of me as your son."

(Author : haan haan acha ja rahe ho, chalte raho*teasing tone*)
(yes yes you are going good, keep going)

Her eyes softened, gratitude shining through. As she left to fetch the medicine, Idhayan struggled to lay Shreeja down. He covered her with a duvet, watching her sleep, her hair mussed and cheeks still rosy.

As footsteps approached, Idhayan rose up. Mrs. Gupta arrived with the medicine, but he motioned for her to wait. "Give her the medicine later," he whispered. "For now, let her rest."

Idhayan's heart swirled with tenderness, and as he left, her mother's words echoed "Come home next time as a son." He nodded, promising himself he would.

(Author : I think mom already like him)

Walking into my mansion, I headed upstairs. Entering my bedroom, I let out a long sigh, loosening my tie and heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up.

Freshening up, I stood before the mirror.
My reflection stared back, but it wasn't my own eyes I saw—it was Shreeja's.
Her pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and the way she'd clung to me—it all played like a film reel in my mind.

I just want to kiss that pouty pink soft lips, her cubby cheeks, I want to adore her in my arms , love her like there no tomorrow, but... sighhh no I can't, I have my boundaries. We are only Boss and Secretary.

I changed into a comfortable night suit As I sat on my bed, I reached for my phone and diary on the nightstand, eager to relive the evening's memories.

With a smile, I played the recording I had made earlier of Shreeja's antics.
Her baby-like voice, the giggles, and those adorable chirps filled the room.

I couldn't help but laugh softly, her imaginary swimming and bird impersonations bringing a warmth to my heart.
Then earlier, "Sir handsome," she'd confessed. "She likes me?" My mind raced—what should I do with this revelation?

Opening my diary, I picked up my pen. The image of her wide, innocent eyes and the sound of her laughter played vividly in my mind, making my heart swell. As I began to write, my feelings poured onto the paper effortlessly.

"Shreeja, my heart dances to the tune of your laughter. Tonight, as I watched you, so carefree and childlike, I realized just how deeply you have etched yourself into my soul. Your innocence, your joy—it all brings a light into my life that I never knew I needed."

I paused, searching for the right words to capture the depth of my emotions. Inspired, I penned down a shayari:

"उसकी हंसी में छुपी एक जादू की बात हे,

हर ग़म को मिटा दे, ऐसी उसकी मुलाक़ात हे।

पलकों पे बिठाया है उसे इस दिल ने,

श्रीजा, तुमसे ही मेरी हर एक रात हे।"

("There is a magic hidden in her laughter,

It can erase every sorrow, such is her presence.

This heart has placed her upon its eyelids,

Shreeja, every night of mine is because of you.")

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the wave of love wash over me. The recording of Shreeja's voice continued to play softly in the background, her chirps and giggles acting as a soothing lullaby.

Closing my diary, I set it aside and lay down, pulling the blanket over myself. The warmth of the memory enveloped me as I drifted off to sleep. "I hope One day, Shreeja, one day you will know how much you mean to me," I whispered softly to myself.

With that thought, I allowed sleep to take over, my dreams filled with visions of her smiling face.

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SECOND UNKNOWN PERSON POV

IN MESSAGE :

*Ting* A message from Private number.

"It's 'Cassion' your work is done , as you said his body parts has now arrived in front of his house."

UNKNOWN PERSON : (A nasty smirked look appeared on his face) Good , Now wait for your next command.

Word Count- 3406

Published on - 23.06.2024

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