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That day, Shreeja arrived at the office early, the soft morning light filtering through the glass windows as she set up her workspace.
Idhayan had informed her the night before that he would be arriving late, entrusting her with the responsibility of overseeing the company's operations in his absence.
It was a task she felt ready to handle, her dedication and competence known to everyone in the office.

As the clock struck Twelve, Shreeja was deeply immersed in her work when the door to her cabin flew open. One of her colleagues, Ravi, burst in, his face a mask of panic.

"Ms. Secretary, Tumko mere sath aana hoga abhi, (you need to come with me. Now!)" he blurted out, his words rushing together.

"Calm down, Ravi. Kya hua hai? Itna jaldi kyu hai?(What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?)" Shreeja asked as she standing up.

They hurried down the corridor, Shreeja's heels clicking against the polished floor.
When they reached the IT room, the frantic activity inside confirmed her worst fears.
Technicians and IT staff were scrambling from one computer to another, their faces pale with anxiety.

"The computer system's been hacked," Ravi explained, his voice trembling.

(Author : Ye kyat hai bhai 12 baje mein sabka 12 baja diya)
(What is this bro, on 12:00 clock everyone got beaten up)

"Whatttt?!" Shreeja shouted, her eyes widening in shock. "What the hell were you all doing? How did this happen? Get to work, all of you!" She commanded, her voice steady despite the chaos.

The office descended into a state of controlled panic. Employees were running around, trying to contain the situation.
Shreeja did her best to help, as she also know some skills cause of her friends, but it was clear that the problem was beyond her immediate capabilities.

Suddenly, she heard gasps and whispers around her, signaling the arrival of Idhayan.
His presence had an almost palpable effect on the atmosphere, filling the room with a tense silence.

(Author : Something fishyyy)

"What's happening here?" Idhayan demanded as Shreeja rushed towards him, her face a picture of worry and stress.

"Sir, we have a big problem. Come with me quickly," she said, leading him towards the IT room. "Someone hacked into our systems. Every important file has been deleted, and some of our new projects have been transferred to another company."

Idhayan's face turned ashen. He immediately called for a backup team and additional resources to fixed the problem and track down the hacker. The situation was dire, viruses had infected nearly all the computers.

In the middle of the chaos,.......... Shreeja suddenly remembered something...

A few days ago, she had called her besties to find out their whereabouts, and Akansha had said, "We're doing a little study on hacking right now, and we've discovered that the security systems of companies in Mumbai are awful.
Anybody can hack their systems, so you guys should be careful."

Shreeja had laughed and said, "But Our company's security systems are among the best in Mumbai, so it'll be okay."

Then Akash had added, "Who knows what might happen in the future? You guys should take some steps to improve it."..................

Shreeja excused herself from Idhayan, her mind racing with suspicion.

She retreated to her cabin and, with trembling hands, dialed a familiar number. After three rings, the call was answered.

"Yeah, babe?" It was Akansha's voice, casual and carefree.

"I need to meet you. Now," Shreeja said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Sure, let's meet at our usual place," Akansha replied nonchalantly.

"Okay, I'll be there soon," Shreeja said, cutting the call. She grabbed her bag, phone, and car keys, then informed Idhayan, "Sir, I need to speak with someone about something important. I'll be right back."

Idhayan nodded, his eyes focused on the mess of the situation.
Shreeja drove to the club's private VIP room, where Akansha and Akash were already waiting.
She entered with a serious expression, her heart pounding.

"Are you two responsible for today's hacking?" Shreeja asked directly, her voice tense.

Akansha took a casual sip of her drink and smiled. "Yeah, you guessed it right. I knew you were intelligent, babe. Well..... I was giving you some hints but you laughed off about it and now it's too late."

(Author : Dekho iss ladki ko galat karke , garv ke sath bol rahi hai haan meine kiya, aur akash bhi sath deraha hai)
(Look at this girl, after doing something wrong, she is proudly saying yes, I did it, and the Akash is also there with her)

"Kyu...?(Why...?)" Shreeja's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, you know how it is. Your Boss and we are enemies. It's just business, babe." Akansha replied dismissively.

Shreeja's eyes welled up, but she fought back the tears. "You guys transferred the new projects to another company. The entire company will suffer because of it .
Everyone worked so hard, Aur me...meine bhi din raat kaam kiya hai na khaye ya fir soye (and I...I worked day and night without eating or sleeping).
It was my hard work too, and you two just..."

(Author : Bechari, yaar tumlog yesa kyase kar sakte ho isske sath)
(Poor girl, how can you guys do this to her)

She couldn't finish her sentence as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She quickly wiped them away, stood up, and said, "I hate you guys...." she shout and leave from there.
Akansha and Akash remained silent as Shreeja left the room, their expressions indifferent.

Back at the company, Shreeja threw herself into the efforts to rectify the situation.
Idhayan noticed her distress but decided to address it later. After several hours of intense work, the situation began to stabilize.

Idhayan, now in his cabin, saw Shreeja standing opposite him, her gaze lowered. "Why are you still standing? Sit down," he told her.

"Sir, Mujhe aapko kuch batana hai (I want to tell you about something)," she said in a low voice.

Idhayan looked at her and calmly replied, "If it's about hacking then I know who is behind this. Akansha and Akash, right?"

(Author : Wooww uncle ji to fast nikle, Aaaaa... I...I mean Handsome Sir)
(Uncle turned out to be fast)

Shreeja looked up at him, shocked. "How did you.......?"

"Hmm, don't worry. We'll find a solution soon," he assured her with a smile.

Shreeja nodded and left for the meeting that had been called to address the situation.
The conference room was filled with agitated partners and collaborators, their voices raised in anger and frustration. Idhayan took his seat at the head of the table, with Shreeja to his left.

"So, what are you planning to do about this situation?" one of the partners demanded.

"We're not willing to take any risks. If anything happens, we will withdraw from the project," another added.

"And what about your security measures, Mr. Deshmukh? They're clearly inadequate," a third voice chimed in.

"Are you trying to defraud us, Mr. Idhayan?" accused another.

As the accusations flew, Shreeja's anger simmered beneath the surface.
She tightly gripped the pen in her hand until it snapped in two, ink spilling onto her fingers.
Idhayan noticed the telltale sign of her anger but remained calm.

(Author : Aree Uncle ji kyu aaplog aapne aapko maarne pe tule hai , Kiuki koi aapna gussa bichare pen pe nikal rahi hai)
(Hey uncle, why are you so bent on killing yourself, because someone is venting her anger on the poor fellow pen)

"Don't worry. We are working on this and will resolve it quickly," Idhayan assured the partners.

"And what if you can't?" one of them retorted.

Shreeja's voice cut through the tension. "Then I will personally ensure it gets done. You have nothing to worry about," she said sternly.

The matter went on for another hour with the collaborators.
Meanwhile, Daksh Raizada sat silently in his chair from the beginning to the end of the meeting, his leg crossed, one hand on his chin, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

(Author : Ayein? Ye yaha kya kar raha hai?.... woohoo ye bhi partner hai naa bhul geyi thi)
( What is he doing here?...Woohoo he is also a partner, I forgot.)

The meeting ended, and as the partners filed out, Idhayan handed Shreeja a tissue. She took it, apologizing for her outburst.

"Calm down," Idhayan said gently, offering her a glass of water. "Go to your cabin and rest for a while." Shreeja did as he suggested.

But After she came out, she saw Daksh in front of the door, leaning beside it.

Shreeja looked at him with questioning eyes.
He patted her head and said, "Don't worry, little girl, everything will be fine. We can go on a date to lighten up your mood, or should I say an ice cream date?" he added in a flirting tone.

(Author : Firse suru ho gaya ufffff , kaha se aata hai iska itna flirt)
(He start again, ufff, Where does this flirting come from?)

Idhayan saw this from behind the glass door of the meeting room, as jealousy capturing him.

(Author : Aap to kuch kar bhi nehi sakte iska, kiuki aapto Gandhi badi hai)
(You can't even do anything about it, because Gandhi's way.)

She hummed at Daksh and retreating to her office. Entering Her cabin after closing the door She punched her desk in frustration, "Ssi-bal jeogeosdeul bil-eomeog-eul nom" muttering cursing in Korean(damn, those fucking bastards).

She sat down, resting her head on the desk, overwhelmed by thoughts of Akansha and Akash.
Tears threatened to fall again, but she held them back, feeling a deep sense of betrayal and anger.

After sometime A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She quickly wiped her eyes and called out, "Yes..?"

Idhayan entered, a calm expression on his face. "Ms. Gupta, we need to do something to clear our minds. How about we go out for some food after work?"

(Author : Bhai konse Sir hote hai yese? Jo apne staff ko bolenge, nehi to sab staff ki maa baap ek kar dete abhi tak ,itne mushkilo ke baad)
(Bro, what type of Sir are like this? Who will tell his staff, otherwise all of them curse to their staff would have united by now, after so many difficulties)

"Sir, there's no need. I'm fine," Shreeja replied with low voice.

"We need to refresh our minds so we can work better with full energy," he insisted.

"Okay, let's go for some refreshment," Shreeja agreed with a small smile.

After work, Idhayan took Shreeja to her favorite momo shop. Shreeja was visibly happier, eating and talking animatedly. Idhayan watched her, a soft smile on his face.

"Why aren't you eating, sir?" Shreeja asked, noticing his still plate.

"Oh, I'm eating," he said, taking a bite of his momo. He couldn't help but think, "Mein Puri tarah se koshish karunga ki Aapki chehere se ye hasi kabhi bhi na mite, Mein pehele bhi karta aaraha hoon , aur aage bhi karunga."
(I will try my best that this smile never fades from your face, I have done it before, and I will do it in the future too)

(Author : Awww)

After their meal, Idhayan suggest to drove Shreeja home. As they sat in the car, Shreeja turned to him "Sir, can I ask you something?". "Hmm" he hummed.

She leaned towards him slightly, her smile turning playful. "So, sir, what's the secret you've been keeping from me? Please tell me."

Idhayan coughed, caught off guard. "I told you, I'm a man of my word. And we've arrived at your house. Goodnight" as he stopped the car suddenly.

Shreeja looked outside, then back at him. "Sir, please pleaseeee," she pleaded with puppy eyes.

(Author : Dekho dekho , jab normal tarikha se baat nehi bana tab aapna bramhastra upiyog kar rahi hai)
(Look, when things don't work out on a normal way, you are using Brahmastra.)

Idhayan chuckled. "Good night, Ms. Shreeja. We'll meet tomorrow at the company."

Shreeja pouted, saying, "Night is not very good Mr. Deshmukh . Hmmph," and stomped her feet as she got out of the car and went inside.

(Author : Aree astra kaam nehi kiya)
(The weapon did not work)

Idhayan chuckled again as he drove back to his mansion, his thoughts drifting back to the Three years ago, remembering how she was back then.

FLASHBACK: THREE YEARS AGO

After Shreeja joined the company as my secretary, I could see a storm brewing. She was clumsy, short-tempered, and had a penchant for breaking things.

Her anger was legendary, and her readiness to fight anyone who crossed her path was both amusing and concerning.

One of the first incidents occurred during a meeting with a potential client.

As usual, Shreeja was on edge, her eyes darting around the room, taking in every word and gesture.
After getting angry at his words, she exclaimed "You fucking bastard, how dare y......", as she tried to throw a chair at him.

(Author : Bhagwan, Ye ladki bhi khoonkhar hai)
(God she's also dangerous)

"Ms. Gupta, calm down and sit in your place," I said firmly. She looked at me, her eyes blazing, but then she sat down, muttering an apology.
The client glanced at her warily but continued his presentation.

"Why do you always have to intervene? Sir," she whispered to me afterward. "I could have handled it."

"By throwing a chair at him?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.

She huffed. "I wouldn't have thrown it. Just... maybe threatened to."

"That's not much better, Ms.Gupta."

As we continued to work together, it became clear that Shreeja's impulsive nature wasn't just limited to meetings.

Her reactions to any kind of provocation were immediate and often physical.

"Ms.Gupta, you can't just kick someone or throw water at them every time they say something you don't like," I told her one afternoon. "It's not just about you, it's about the company's reputation."

"But they're so mean to you Sir!" she protested.

"People will always be mean. You can't control that. What you can control is how you respond," I explained.

One particularly memorable incident involved one of our business partners, Mr. Agarwal. During a heated argument,

Shreeja lost her temper and punch at his face. His nose broke with a sickening crunch, and the room fell silent.
I quickly told the staff to take him to the hospital as I rushed her out of the meeting and into the first aid room.
She sat there, holding an ice pack to her knuckles, looking like a guilty child.

"I didn't mean to hit him that hard, really " she mumbled.

"You broke his nose," I said, shaking my head. "That's not 'not meaning to hit hard'."

(Author : Me trembling in the corner controlling my laugh)

Her lower lip quivered, and I could see she was genuinely remorseful. But beneath that, there was still a flicker of pride in what she had done.

"Ms. Gupta, violence isn't the answer," I sighed.

"But it's so... satisfying," she pouted.

(Author : Kisne sikhaye hai isse ye sab)
(Who Taught her these)

"Maybe, but it's not professional. We need to find other ways to handle conflict," I said.

We spent countless hours discussing the importance of maintaining professionalism and finding non-violent ways to handle conflict.

"You can't just react physically to everything," I told her. "It's not sustainable, and it doesn't solve anything."

She nodded, but I could see the frustration in her eyes. "I just get so angry. It's like I can't control it, when they're talking bad about you ."

"We'll work on it together," I promised.

Another challenge was teaching her to manage her excitement.
Shreeja had a habit of getting overly excited about new projects or ideas, often rushing into things without thinking them through.

One day, during a brainstorming session, she suggested a radical new approach to a project.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke, outlining her vision.

"Ms. Gupta, it's a fantastic idea, but we need to slow down and consider all the implications," I said.

"But we need to move fast! This could be huge for us!" she argued.

"True, but if we move too fast and something goes wrong, it could set us back even further. Patience, Ms. Gupta Let's plan this out properly."

She huffed, clearly frustrated, but she listened. We spent the next few weeks meticulously planning and refining her idea.
In the end, it was a resounding success, and Shreeja learned the value of patience and thoroughness.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, I found her still at her desk, working late into the night.
She looked exhausted, but there was a determined glint in her eyes.

"Ms. Gupta, you should go home. It's late," I said gently.

"I just need to finish this one thing," she replied without looking up.

"Ms. Gupta, it's not healthy to work this late every night. You need to rest," I insisted.

"But there's so much to do," she sighed.

"I understand, but you can't do it all in one night. Take a break, get some rest, and you'll be more productive tomorrow," I advised.

She finally relented and gathered her things. "Okay, okay. You're right."

As we walked out of the office, she looked up at me. "Sir, why do you put up with me?"

I smiled. "Because I see your potential. You have the passion and drive to be great. We just need to channel it in the right way."

Over time, Shreeja's rough edges began to smooth out. She still had her moments of frustration and anger, but she was learning to control them.
Her growth was remarkable, and it was clear that she was becoming an invaluable asset to the company.

Reflecting on the past three years, I realized how much Shreeja had changed.

She had gone from being a clumsy, short-tempered girl to a competent, respected professional.
She still had that fiery spirit, but now it was tempered with wisdom and patience.

Shreeja's journey was far from over, and I looked forward to seeing where her path would lead. She was more than just a secretary, and I was grateful to have her by my side.

PRESENT TIME

Idhayan sat at his desk, observing Shreeja with a mix of admiration and bewilderment.
The transformation in her demeanor was striking. No longer did she erupt into fits of rage, causing chaos in the office.

Instead, she channeled her frustrations into more controlled outlets-a drawer full of broken pens and pencils bore testament to this new approach.

Now "According to Shreeja, the pen and pencil company is making a good profit because of her, because she buys more than anyone," Idhayan mused, a hint of amusement in his voice.

(Author : Wahhh , kya idea nikala hai sabbass)
(Wow what a great idea)

Shreeja had also picked up an unexpected skill-cursing in Korean, learned from K-dramas she watched.

It was her secret weapon, ensuring her venting sessions remained unintelligible to others.

But beyond that, Idhayan noticed a deeper change. Shreeja h
ad grown more confident and proactive. When problems arose, she tackled them head-on, sparing him the trouble.

The recent hacking incident, however, had tested their patience. Idhayan had spent entire day trying to reach Akansha and Akash, only to be met with silence. Shreeja had faced the same ordeal.

When the duo finally sauntered into his office two days later, Idhayan couldn't contain his frustration.
"Where were you two yesterday?" he demanded, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Akansha shrugged nonchalantly. "Busy at shopping," she replied casually.

"And I was engrossed in a new video game," Akash added, equally nonchalant.

Idhayan stood up, his patience wearing thin. He walked over to them and delivered a stern lecture, outlining the repercussions of their actions on the company and on Shreeja.

Shreeja watched silently from her seat, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation.
She had dealt with enough fallout from their antics and hoped Idhayan's reprimand would finally make them realize the gravity of their actions.

After the nagging session, Idhayan sat back in his chair, exhaustion evident on his face.
Despite being reprimanded for hours, Akansha and Akash acted as if nothing had happened, yawning nonchalantly.

Idhayan sighed tiredly and asked Shreeja for coffee. As she left the room, he turned to the two miscreants again.

"You both caused a lot of trouble," he reiterated. "Do you know? Shreeja had a tough time managing the mess because of your silly revenge, Also she had cried. If you have problems with me, do anything to me, but don't you dare drag her into this."

With a final stern look, he dismissed them. As soon as they were outside, Akansha and Akash tried to grab Shreeja to go outside with them.
Ignoring their antics, Shreeja went to get the coffee, while they trailed behind her like lost puppies.

"What do you two want now?" Shreeja asked sternly.

Akansha replied, "You, babe. Don't be angry with us. Just look at our puppy faces." She and Akash gave Shreeja their best puppy-dog eyes.

After staring at them angrily for a while, Shreeja couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Akansha and Akash glanced at each other before looking back at her with admiring eyes.

"We are sorry, Shree. We didn't mean to upset you . It's our fault, so forgive us?," Akash said earnestly.

Shreeja tilted her head, considering. "Well," she said, "Besides, what else can I do? If I don't forgive you two, then the two PUPPS will keep following me and trailing their tails." They all laughed together, breaking the tension.

"So where were you two yesterday?" Shreeja asked again.

Akash looked at Akansha, who replied, "We told you, we were shopping," her eyes darting like a guilty squirrel.

Shreeja hummed, "Aann haann," not entirely convinced.

Akash quickly added, "I...I should buy something to eat, okay? I'm going," and quickly ran off.

(Author : He Ran away 😅)

Akansha nervously smiled. "Aaaa....I..Think..I also have some work, okay?" she mumbled, her puppy-dog eyes still in full force. "I'll come back to pick you up, okay babe? Bye," she added, and she also hurried away.

Shreeja sighed, picked up two coffees, and went to Idhayan's cabin. After handing him his coffee, she sat down at her laptop to work.
A few minutes later, she suddenly jumped from her seat and shouted, "Sirrrrrrr!"

Idhayan looked at her with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Look, look!" Shreeja pointed at her laptop excitedly. "An international Italian company 'MASSIMO DYNAMICS MERCANTILE' wants to work with us!"

Idhayan stared at her for a few seconds, then asked, "Really?"

"Yes, sir! I'm going to arrange a meeting with them," she said, her face glowing with happiness. She hurried out of the cabin to set things in motion.

Idhayan's voice followed her. "Go. Make it happen."

Later, they had an online meeting with 'Riccardo De'Enzo Massimo' the CEO of that international company and rescheduled a follow-up. Idhayan, noticing Shreeja's hard work, gave her an early leave.

"Thank you, sir," Shreeja said excitedly and rushed to her cabin to gather her things. She called her friends and arranged to meet at 5 pm.

Once home, she freshened up and went to meet her friends. Tonight, they would stay up late, watch Korean dramas, and maybe even have a karaoke session.
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Two days after the incident, it was nearly 6:30 p.m. Shreeja was walking along the footpath with Daksh, chatting animatedly while he watched her with a smile, his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, a red car pulled up beside them. It was Akansha's car.

As Akansha got out, Shreeja quickly went to her side and hugged her.

"Just what the hell am I looking at, Shree? I was gone for a few days, and you've made a new friend and forgotten about us?" Akansha spoke with an annoyed tone, eyeing Daksh.

"It's not like that, Ansha. We've been friends for a long time," Shreeja explained.

"And what about us? Don't you remember us?" Akansha whined with a stern voice, still looking at Daksh with side-eyes while talking to Shreeja.

Daksh smirked at Akansha, "What's the matter? Are you jealous? It's rare to see. Or are you afraid that I'll take your friend?" He leaned toward her as he spoke.

Shreeja intervened, "Daksh, don't provoke her."

But it was too late. Akansha and Daksh had already started arguing. Akansha held Shreeja's hand and said, "Shree's my friend," while holding onto Daksh with the other hand, saying, "No, she's my friend."

(Author : Areee bachoo ki tarah maat lado, bhai, Guns nikalo, bomb fheko, khoon kharaba hona chahiye yesa lado)
(Don't Fight like children, brother, take out guns, throw bombs, fight like there should be bloodshed)

(Then Shreeja gave me a bombastic side-eye, and I started whistling nonchalantly)

In the end, Shreeja put her hand on their faces and told them, "Not to make trouble. We three can go for a walk today."

And thus the trouble began. They argued over everything, with Daksh smiling and provoking Akansha, and Akansha easily getting angry at his words.
In the middle of them, Shreeja continuously sighed and facepalmed at their silly antics.

On Next Day

I was driving, but now my head is boiling with rage. How dare they? First, that bastard Daksh.
How dare he? Just because I was not here for a few days, he trapped my innocent Shree and made her his friend. Just what the hell.

(Author : Same same mein bhi yehi soch rahi hoon)
(I am thinking the same thing.)

At first, he trailed around me, and now my friend.
I have to collect every bit of information about that asshole.
I don't know what he's thinking and what he fucking wants from Shree. I don't like him at all.

Second, Why the fuck that good-for-nothing David won't listen to me? I warned him to stay away, but he keeps sending me gifts with marriage proposals.
He just won't stop, will he? Should I kill that scoundrel? Or maybe I should remove some of his organs. 
Fuck, damn it.

(Author : Aree itna curse kon deta hai , kuch aapne Handsome uncle se bhi sikhlo)
(Who gives so much curse, you should learn something from your handsome uncle also)

(Akansha : Mein deti hoon,(I did) and don't you dare to fucking teach me, shut your fucking mouth or else I know how to shut them)

(Author : mouth shut, my thought' koi izzat hi nehi hai meri yaha)
(I have no respect here)

I hit the steering wheel of my car in anger.
Then I realized what I had hit and immediately apologized, "Oh my God, my baby, I'm so sorry. Mommy didn't mean to hurt you. Mommy loves you so much. Please forgive Mommy", as I kissed the wheel.

My face turned serious again, thinking of another person.
How can I forget that slut?That old woman did nothing when I kept an eye on her the day before, and the day I wasn't there, she went too far. That bitch. Who am I talking about? Who else could it be but Shreeja's ex-mother-in-law, Mrs. Varma?

I still don't understand why she has so much problem with my Shree.
Shree always helps them with everything, even though she doesn't have to, but in return, that bitch always blames her and insults her. Just why? My anger is reaching its peak.

The woman got out of jail a day ago, so I thought I'd keep an eye on her.
But she didn't do anything that day, so the next day, I asked my man to keep an eye on her while I went to see Uncle and Shree. And within this one day, that woman has done so much. Damn it.

She sold her jewelry and hired a high-ranking killer to kill my Shree. Seriously.
Thank God the killer was known to me. He called me and told me about this. I don't even want to imagine what would have happened if it had been someone else.

I'm following that bitch woman now, but my patience is beyond its limit. No more. Then I thought of something and smirked.
I hit the brakes harder on my car, then sped up and hit the woman as she was crossing the road. Ah, I've never been so happy. Oops, it's an accident. Hahahah.

"Tsk Tsk, What a unlucky day. You should have hired a bodyguard first ". I looked at the bloody body of her on the middle of the road.

(Author : Sach mein kar di )
(She really did it)
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MEANWHILE :

SECOND UNKNOWN PERSON'S POV :

In a dark room, where the only light came from a single ventilator, a man hung with his hands tied by chains. His eyes were blindfolded. He had been shouting, but with no one there, he eventually grew quiet, gasping for breath.

Then someone entered the room. Hearing this, the man started screaming again, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? What did I do to you?"

The person who entered, a mysterious figure, approached and looked at the man who was tied up.
"You don't know?" he said in a chilling voice, laughing like a psychopath. Suddenly, he became serious, grabbed the man's jaw tightly, and spoke, "You should have known."

The man, now crying, pleaded, "What have I done? What are you talking about? I really don't know anything! Can you at least tell me what I've done?"

The mysterious figure, with his husky voice, replied, "Of course, I'll tell you. First, you dared to look at her with your filthy eyes, and you didn't stop there. You also dared to propose marriage to her."

The man, confused, stammered, "But... but... I just proposed to her. Why are you doing this to me? Who are you to her?"

In response, the mysterious figure laughed maniacally once more.

-5110 words

Published on - 16.07.2024

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I'm sure you all have seen a new character ''Riccardo De'Enzo Massimo'' in this chapter.

There is a different story about him_ "Indulgent Ties: A Mafia Lord's Unexpected Bond" ,which will be uploaded on Wattpad in future.

I have already uploaded the prologue and Character description on Scrollstack.
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