Apologies for the delay, friends!

I've been struggling with a high fever.

But huge thanks to my amazing editor for helping me wrap up this chapter!

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No, no, no! What happened to her? Why is she lying on the floor like this? My heart pounded as I rushed to Shree's side, dropping to my knees beside her.

Gently, I turned her over and lifted her head into my lap, my hands trembling. I tapped her cheek softly, panic swelling in my chest.

"Shree, Shree, what's wrong?" Her skin was burning up. I cupped her face, trying to get a better look-she had an alarmingly high fever.

Hearing my distressed voice, an employee stepped into the room. "What happened, sir?" His eyes widened as he saw me on the floor, holding Shree in my arms. "Is everything alright with the secretary?"

I handed him my car keys, not wasting a second. "I need to get her to the hospital. Bring the car around. Please."

He ran off, and I turned back to Shreeja, she had fainted-probably from the fever. Carefully, I scooped her up and hurried toward the exit.

Outside, my car was already waiting, the employee holding the door open for me. "Sir, I'll drive. You stay with Ms. Secretary in the back."

Nodding, I slid into the backseat, still holding Shree close. "Get us to the hospital-quickly."

The employee gave me a reassuring look. "We'll be there soon, sir. Don't worry."

But how could I not worry? Her fever had come out of nowhere, and my mind raced, trying to figure out what had caused it.

I kept checking her temperature with the back of my hand, growing more anxious by the second. 'Hold on, Shree. You'll be alright.'

We arrived at the hospital in record time. I carried Shreeja inside, my voice urgent as I called for a doctor.

Nurses rushed to us, guiding her to an examination room. I followed close behind until I was forced to wait outside.

As I handed the car keys to the employee, I nodded in thanks. "I appreciate you getting us here quickly. It's late-go ahead and take the car home."

He hesitated, glancing back at me. "No, sir, I'd rather not inconvenience you. I can grab a cab. Besides, how will you get back if I take your car?"

I shook my head, insisting. "It's late, and your family is probably waiting. Take the car-I'll manage."

(Author : Mujhe seriously yesa boss chahiye) (i seriously want a boss like him)

Reluctantly, he accepted the keys, thanked me, and left. I lingered outside the examination room, waiting anxiously.

When the nurse finally emerged, I hurried toward her. "How is she? Can I see her?"

"You can visit the patient now," she said with a reassuring smile. "The doctor is still with her and will explain everything."

Inside, I found the doctor examining Shree, her frail form lying still on the bed. "Doctor, what happened to her? How did she get this fever so suddenly? Is she alright now?"

The doctor glanced at me, calm but serious. "It seems like she's been under a lot of stress-irregular meals, lack of sleep, overworking herself. Her immune system is weak, and she caught a bad cold."

(Author : Aur khudko strong bolti hai) (And she calls herself strong)

I stared at Shree's sleeping face, my chest tightening with guilt. How had I missed this? I should've been paying closer attention.

"We've administered a saline drip," the doctor continued. "Once it's finished, you can take her home. Make sure she gets plenty of rest and follow the medication regimen I'll prescribe."

After he left, I sank into the chair beside her bed, guilt gnawing at me. My eyes never left her, pale and fragile under the hospital lights.

"This is all my fault," I muttered, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"I knew she was alone at home, knew she wasn't taking care of herself... and I did nothing."

(Author : Aree par.....)(hey but...)

I clenched my fists, anger rising within me. "Damn it."

Five Days Ago_

As I worked, I kept glancing at my watch-11:27 AM. Where is Shree? Should I call her? No, maybe she's just stuck in traffic.

Still, I couldn't shake the unease; she usually sent a message if she was running late.

I was lost in thought when I heard footsteps running towards my cabin, then suddenly stopping outside.

I sighed in relief, thinking, Finally, Shree's here. But then, there was a brief moment of silence.

Seeing there was no knock on the door, I smiled to myself, picturing her outside, catching her breath and composing herself before stepping in.

A knock finally broke the quiet. "Come in," I said.

As soon as she entered, the familiar scent of milk chocolate filled the air. She was still panting, trying to steady her breath.

I handed her a glass of water, which she downed in one gulp. "Take a seat," I offered, watching her settle in.

Once she caught her breath, I couldn't resist teasing her. "What happened today, Ms. Gupta? You're making me think, our secretary has joined the Olympics, arriving here in record time while running."

(Author : Hawwww)

She sighed. "Sir, I overslept."

"Anything else?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... yeah. Actually, Mom and Dad weren't home. Last night, Mom suddenly felt the urge to go on a trip, so they decided to head to Tirupati. They woke me at 3 AM to tell me, like... woooww," she said, drawing out the word in mock surprise.

"I dropped them off at the train station and thought I'd have time to sleep when I got home. But when I woke up-" she widened her eyes dramatically, "it was already 9:55! I rushed through everything and ran here, but I'm still late."

Her words tumbled out in one breathless stream. I handed her another glass of water, which she quickly drained again.

"Okay, calm down. It's alright. Take a minute to rest before you start working," I reassured her.

She nodded gratefully and left my cabin.

From that day on, her tardiness became a regular occurrence. Mornings were her nemesis, and more often than not, she forgot to eat.

"Did you eat anything, Ms. Gupta?" I'd ask.

"Huh? Eat? Did I eat something? Umm... I think... or maybe not... Oh, I don't remember," she'd reply, her eyes distant as she tried to recall.

Really? Who forgets if they've eaten? I'd think, shaking my head in amusement.

"Alright, go eat something first, then get back to work. That's an order," I'd say, trying to sound stern.

"Yes, sir!" she'd reply with a playful salute, then march off to the canteen like a soldier on duty, her footsteps echoing: left, right, left, right.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

I started noticing her sneezing more frequently, though. One day during a break, I asked her, "You've been sneezing a lot. Is everything okay?"

She waved it off. "It's nothing, sir. Just a slight cold. Nothing to worry about."

"Alright, but make sure to drink some ginger tea and wear something warm. And if it gets worse, take medicine."

"Okay, sir," she nodded, but just as she did, she let out another sneeze-this one sharp and quick, like a kitten.

(Author : Aree jangli billi hai, waise hi chhikegi na)( She is a wild cat, so obviously she'll sneeze like that)

"Sorry, sir," she muttered, sniffling.

"Bless you," I said, chuckling. "Take care of yourself."

She nodded again, but sneezed once more, equally soft and adorable. I watched her for a moment, eyes wide, before turning to leave.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but think, Am I a terrible person? Why do I find her sneezing so cute even when she's clearly unwell?

Present_

I sat beside Shreeja's bed, gently caressing her head. She looked pale, and her fever wasn't going down.

I should have been more careful, but what can I do? How much more can I take care of you? I'm not in a position right now where I can watch over you all the time.

Being your boss, I can only do so much. If I try any harder, maybe you'll get suspicious. What should I do now? Damn it!

Frustration surged, I punched the bed beside her.

Will I ever be able to tell you? Will I ever be able to keep you close to me? Will I ever be able to take care of you so well that I won't have to set any boundaries?

(Author : Kya pata kya hoga aage jake?)( Who knows what will happen in future?)

I looked at her again. She was still sleeping, but she was struggling to breathe.
I could see it on her face; she was in pain, and seeing her like this made my heart ache too.

I slowly began to stroke her head until she felt better and started to sleep normally, whispering, "Don't worry, Shreeja, everything will be fine. You'll be fine soon." I held her hand gently with mine.

Then, I noticed her expression slowly change.

At that moment, the nurse opened the door and came inside, telling me, "Sir, here's the prescription for the medicine. You can collect it now."

I nodded and asked her to stay with Shree for a while, at least until I returned with the medicine.

As I left, I glanced at the saline bottle. It was almost empty. Alright, I thought. After getting the medicine, I'll take her home.

Oh wait, her mom and dad aren't home-they're on a trip. Oh God, what should I do now? Where can I take her?

After thinking for a moment,

(Author : Aapne ghar le jao)( take her to your house)

(Idhayan : Ohh haan)(ohh yes)

I remembered my family isn't home either, so I can take her to my place. Yes, that will be fine.

While getting the medicine, I called the head butler at my house.

After a few rings, he picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Bakshi, I need your help right now," I said.

"Yes, young master. What can I do for you?" he replied in his expert, composed tone.

"Can you send a car to the hospital right now?" I asked.

"Of course, young master, I'll send one right away," he paused briefly and then added, "Oh, and of course with a human driver who can drive the car. You're welcome."

(Author : Wow butler uncle to mazedar lag rahe hai)(Wow butler uncle seems funny)

I laughed a little, "Thank you," and hung up, heading back to Shree's room.

When I entered, the doctor was checking on her again.

He said, "Mr. Deshmukh, you can take her home now. Just give her the medicine on time, along with some healthy food and fruits, and she'll be fine."

I nodded at his words. The nurse offered to get a wheelchair for Shree, but I told her it wasn't necessary.

Then, I picked Shree up in my left arm, holding her shoes and the medicine in the other hand. She felt light, fragile, and I cradled her closer.

When I stepped outside, I saw the driver standing there, looking a bit shocked to see me, but he quickly opened the door as I sat down with Shree in my lap.

I apologized to the driver, "Sorry for disturbing you so late at night."

He responded, "Don't worry, young master. I'm glad to help."

(Author : Mujhe rona aaraha hai abhi...)( I feel like crying right now...)

(Editor : Kyu? Issmein rone wali kya baat ho geyi?)( Why? What is there to cry about?)

(Author : Kitna acha ladka hai..his mom will be proud of him)( What a good boy..)

(Editor : Yep..ok..ok..nak pochlo)(wipe your nose)

Then, we headed to my house. The soft hum of the car filling the silence as I held her close, hoping that somehow, she'd feel safe in my arms.

On the way home, I constantly checked Shree's fever, but it showed no signs of improvement.

As we arrived, the car rolled to a stop in front of the house. One guard opened the car door, while another hurried to open the front door of the house.

Gently, I lifted Shreeja into my arms and stepped out of the car, heading inside.

As soon as I entered, I was met with a chorus of gasps from the housemaids. Mr. Bakshi, our butler, adjusted his glasses, his eyes lingering curiously on Shree in my arms.

"Welcome home, young master," he greeted, trying to maintain his usual composure.

Behind him, I could hear the hushed whispers of the maids. "Who is this girl?" "Why is he carrying her?" and "Look, young master holding her shoes ..." Their curiosity was palpable, a low murmur that filled the entrance hall. I sighed, brushing off their speculations.

(Author : Aab ye sab sabke liye bohat baadi baat hogi)( Now all this will be a big deal for everyone)

I paused and turned to Mr. Bakshi. "Please send a maid to my room with a bowl of cold water and a towel."

"Of course, young master," he replied, bowing slightly.

Without wasting another moment, I took the elevator up to my room, carefully laying Shree down on my bed. I removed my coat and loosened my tie, glancing back at her flushed face.

A soft knock at the door signaled the maid's arrival. "Come in," I said.

She stepped inside, carrying the requested bowl. "Where should I place this, young master?"

"Put it on the table beside the bed," I instructed.

She did as told, then asked, "Is there anything else you need, young master?"

I considered for a moment, then said, "Stay with her for a while. I'll be back in a few minutes." She nodded, standing by Shreeja's side.

Leaving the room, I headed straight for my mother's room. After a few moments of searching through her wardrobe, I found a suitable nightdress.

(Author : Mujhe lag raha hai yesa banda ka clone banana padega, for my readers) (I feel like I will have to make a clone of such a guy, for my readers.)

Returning to my room, I handed the dress to the maid. "Please wipe her down with a damp towel and change her into this," I said.

The maid looked at me, momentarily taken aback. "Please, do it quickly," I urged. She quickly regained her composure and nodded. "Yes, young master," she said, setting to work.

I stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me, and waited outside, listening to the faint sounds of Shree's labored breaths, hoping she would feel better soon.

I stood outside, pacing a little as the maid tended to Shree inside the room. It had been a few minutes, and everything seemed fine-until I suddenly heard a loud scream.

"Aaahhhhh!"

(Author : Kya ho geya ? shree ne kya gala daba diya?) (What happened ? did shree chocked her?)

I tensed and immediately called out, "What happened? Is everything alright?"

From inside, the maid's strained voice responded, "Aahhh... yess... I mean... no... aahh...uff."

My worry spiked. "Is she okay? Are you okay? Did she do something to you? Did she hurt you?"

The maid's voice came out in a mix of pain and disbelief. "Yes... I mean... she's struggling... and... she... kicked me!"

(Author : Hey prabhu, hey hariram, Krishna ,jagannatha, premanandi, ye kya hua?) (O Lord, O Hariram, Krishna, Jagannatha, Premanandi, what happened?)

I couldn't help but facepalm. Seriously, Shree? You're barely conscious, and you're still causing chaos? I laughed under my breath, half-amused, half-concerned.

The maid continued, still flustered, "I mean, how can someone hit someone so hard in their sleep?"

(Author : Because It's Shreeja cat)

I tried to suppress a chuckle. "I sincerely apologize on her behalf. I'm so sorry. Please, try to understand."

(Author : Hawww..uske liye maafi bhi maang raha hai kitna) (Wow...he is also apologizing for that so much.)

The maid's tone softened. "No worries, young master, you don't need to apologize. I'll manage. It's just... surprising."

After what seemed like another small struggle inside, the door finally opened. The maid stood there, looking quite the sight-her hair disheveled, her dress rumpled, and a few items scattered on the floor.

She quickly began tidying up, clearly embarrassed, and I could see that Shree's kick had sent her tumbling.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. Even with a fever raging at 104 degrees, she still has the strength to cause mayhem.

"Thank you for your help, and I'm really sorry for all the trouble," I said sincerely, feeling a little guilty for laughing.

The maid smiled, a good-natured gleam in her eyes. "No trouble at all, young master. It's a bit of a challenge, but I'm used to it. If you need anything else, just let me know."

I nodded. "Thank you. You may go now and take some rest."

As the maid left, I could hear her something muttering to herself.

Chit Chat...

(Author: "Hm hm, kaisa laga?) (How did you like it?)

(Maid: (smiling) "Maat puchiye, author ji. Yaisa to koi bhi nahi hota hai, jo ek maid ke sath itne achhe se baat karega. Head master bhi yaisa nahi hai."
(Don't even ask, Ms. Author. There is no one who would talk so nicely to a maid. Not even the headmaster treats me this well.)

(Author: (chuckling) "Do you feel lucky?)

(Maid: "Bilkul, abhi jitna bhi struggle hua hai wo sab, kuch bhi nahi lag raha hai. Young master pure husband material hai, hai na?"
(Absolutely. After all the struggles I've faced, that feels nothing. He's pure husband material, isn't it?.)

(Author: (laughing) "Yess, that's right, par shayad wo tumhare naseeb mein nahi hai.)

(Yes, that's right. But perhaps you're not destined for him.)

(Maid: "Ye thori na koi drama ya novel hai jo young master mujhe pasand karenge.)

(This is not some drama or novel that Young Master will like me)

(Author: (smiling) "No, just good work. Keep it up.)

(Author : *As I watched the maid leave, there was a subtle glow to her face as she thought about Idhayan. I sighed, shaking my head. It was clear she had a little admiration for him-who wouldn't? But, well, some dreams are meant to stay dreams.*)

End........

Once the maid left, I glanced over at Shree. She was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

I decided to freshen up quickly, wanting to return to her side as soon as possible.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, I came back and sat beside her bed, gently placing a cold, damp towel on her forehead.

As I watched her, a wave of emotions washed over me. After all these years, she's finally under my roof, I thought, but the joy I expected was overshadowed by a sense of worry.

Her fragile state, her fever, and the fact that she was unconscious-it all filled me with concern.

I should be thrilled, I mused. She's sleeping in my bed, in my house, just as I'd always fantasized... But none of that mattered now. Her health was my only priority.

I spent the night monitoring her fever, taking her temperature every hour. It fluctuated, sometimes rising, sometimes dropping.

Every change in her condition sent my heart racing. I wanted her to be okay, to wake up without pain.

Suddenly, in the quiet darkness, Shree's eyes fluttered open. Our gazes met, her eyes were hazy with fever.

"Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" I asked softly. "Wait, if you're awake, I'll get some food for you. Then you can take your medicine."

I stood up, ready to get what she needed, when I felt a gentle tug on my sleeve. Surprised, I turned back to find her hand weakly gripping my clothes.

Her voice, barely a whisper, reached my ears. "Don't leave, Shree... please."

Her words caught me off guard, and my heart clenched at the words-leaving her lips so tenderly.

She was slipping back into sleep, but not before she clutched my finger, her grip weak yet full of trust.

I sat back down beside her, cradling her head in my hand. As she drifted into a deeper slumber, I whispered to myself, You have no idea how much those words mean to me, Shree.

If you were conscious, you'd never say, 'Don't leave me, please.' At least, not to me. The thought filled me with a bittersweet sigh.

*रातों की तन्हाई में सिर्फ तुझे चाहा है,
तेरी हर साँस को अपने करीब महसूस किया है।
पर आज जब तू मेरे बिस्तर पर बेबस पड़ी है,
मेरे ख्याल तेरी सलामती में ही खो गए हैं।*

I’ve wished for you through so many lonely nights,
Imagining each breath of yours so close to mine.
But tonight, as you lie here, weak and unwell,
My every thought is lost in the hope of your recovery.

(Author : Mujhe guilty kyu feel ho rahi hai) (Why am I feeling guilty?)

That's how Idhayan cared for Shreeja all night, completely detached from the outside world, his entire focus on her well-being.

The next morning, his mother, Mrs. Deshmukh, returned home after being away the previous day.

As she stepped inside, the quiet whispers of the maids caught her attention. She paused, curious about the gossip brewing within her household.

Mr. Bakshi, the butler, greeted her warmly, "Good morning, Ma'am. Welcome back."

"Good morning, Mr. Bakshi," she responded, but her tone hinted at curiosity. "What's going on here? I can feel the murmurs of gossip in the air."

Mr. Bakshi remained poised, his expression professional. "Ma'am, something did occur while you were away."

Her concern deepened. "What exactly happened?"

Before Mr. Bakshi could answer, one of the maids approached and leaned in, whispering, "Ma'am, do you know what happened last night?"

(Author : Ye sab to bohat hi utsahit lag rahe hai, ek ek karke bolo ) (They seems very excited, speak one by one.)

Mrs. Deshmukh narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping in. "What happened?"

Another maid, emboldened by the first, stepped forward. "Master brought a girl home."

Mrs. Deshmukh's eyes widened in disbelief. "Whattttt!!!!"

A third maid chimed in eagerly, "And he carried her in his arms, Ma'am."

Mrs. Deshmukh, completely stunned, gasped, "What are you saying? He carried a girl? Reallyyy?"

The first maid nodded fervently, "Yes, Ma'am. She was asleep in his arms."

Stunned shock quickly gave way to anger as Mrs. Deshmukh's voice rose. "Uski himmat bhi kaise hui, jab mein ghar pe nahi thi tab ek ladki ko ghar mein leke aane ki?" (How dare he! When I'm not home, he brings a girl into my house?) She clenched her fists, her voice laced with fury.

"Mujhe lag raha hai ab mujhe uss boodhe ki achhe se dhulai karni padegi."(I think it's time I teach that old man a lesson.)

(Author : Heiinn.. aapne ladke ko Boodha kon bolta hai) (Han.. Who calls their son an old man)

The maids exchanged uneasy glances, some nervously trying to intervene, "But Ma'am, maybe you-"

Mrs. Deshmukh cut them off sharply, her temper flaring.

"Kaha hai wo aadmi? Pehele to wo ghar mein zyada nahi rahete, upar se mein jab ghar mein nahi thi tab wo aaye hai wo bhi ek ladki ko lekar." (Where is that man? He's hardly ever at home, and now he has the audacity to show up with a girl when I'm not here?)

"Kaha hai wo boodha aadmi? Aur wo ladki?" (Where is that old man? And that girl?) Mrs. Deshmukh demanded, her voice sharp with escalating fury.

One of the maids, timidly glancing up, replied, "They're in the master's room, Ma'am."

Mrs. Deshmukh's eyes flared with outrage. "Kyaa!! Mere kamre mein? Unki himmat kaise hui? Aaj to mein unhe maar daalungi!" (What! In my room? How dare he! I'll kill him today!)

(Author : wait..waittt.. listen to us first...)

Without hesitation, she stormed towards the room, her fury mounting with each step. But just as she approached, Mr. Bakshi, the butler, stepped into her path.

"Uss boodhe kameene ke taraf se bolne ki himmat mat karna," (Don't you dare speak on that old bastard's behalf,) she warned, "Nehi to tumhe bhi uske saath baahar phek doongi." (Or I'll throw you out with him.)

Mr. Bakshi remained calm, his tone steady. "Ma'am, please, listen to me before you act."

Mrs. Deshmukh snapped, "Kya hai?" (What is it?)

"Ma'am, the person the maids are referring to... is not the headmaster."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Phir kaun?" (Then who?)

"It's the young master, Ma'am," Mr. Bakshi replied calmly.

Mrs. Deshmukh froze, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. "Huh?" She looked around, only to see the maids nodding in agreement.

"Tum bol rahe ho wo mere pati nehi hai?" (You're saying he's not my husband?) she asked, bewildered.

Mr. Bakshi gently clarified, "Nehi, Ma'am, wo aapka beta hai." (No, Ma'am, it's your son.)

"Huh! My Idhayan?" she asked again, her disbelief evident.

"Yes, Ma'am." They replied.

(Author : Chalo suni to sahi) (Come on, you heard it right)

The news hit her hard. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the sofa. "Okay, wait... let me process this." She pressed her fingers against her temples, her mind spinning.
"My head is... spinning." Taking a deep breath, she composed herself. "Now, tell me everything from the beginning."

The staff exchanged glances before beginning to recount the events of the previous night-Idhayan carrying the unconscious girl into the house, cradling her shoes, and tending to her with utmost care. They left out no detail, recounting every step of the story.

Mrs. Deshmukh was struggling to piece it together. "Wait... my son... came home with a girl? Into this house?" She squinted at them, still grappling with the reality. "Are you all sure... it was my son, not that old bastard?"

(Author : Kitna gali dengi aunty ji unhe) (How much will aunty swear on him?)

The maids nodded emphatically. "Yes, Ma'am," they replied in unison. "We saw it with our own eyes."

The maid who had helped Idhayan stepped forward, her voice low, "I was the one who helped him in the room, Ma'am."

Mr. Bakshi interjected, "And the headmaster hasn't returned home yet, Ma'am."

A flood of conflicting thoughts rushed through Mrs. Deshmukh's mind. Panic set in, her mind filled with worry and negative thoughts about her son.

'He brought a girl home... and she wasn't in her senses. Why? Why would he do that? Is he following in his father's footsteps?'
She shook her head violently, rejecting the idea. 'No, no, no. He can't. I raised him better than that. He's not like his father.'

But the doubts crept back in, nagging at her. "But what if he is?" Her voice faltered.
'They share the same blood. I taught him to respect women. What if... all my teachings were for nothing?'
She clenched her fists, trying to control her spiraling thoughts.

Determination suddenly flashed across her face. 'No... it doesn't matter. I'll discipline him. I'll set him straight. I've done it before with that old man; I can do it again.' Her voice dropped to a growl. "That damn old bastard!"

(Author : Bhagwan..kyu ye sab soch rahi hai aap, kya kiya hai uncle ne....) (God...why are you thinking all this, what has uncle done...)

On the other side, Idhayan began his morning by checking on Shreeja. Relieved to find her fever had decreased, he decided to freshen up quickly and bring some food for her.

After a while, Shreeja woke up, sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes with one hand, while the other instinctively rested on her belly, a sign she was hungry.

Groggyly, she got out of bed and started walking towards the door, still half asleep. However, she soon realized that her door had seemingly become a wall.

Confused, she opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in her cute, sleepy voice, "Aree, yahan ek darwaza tha, hai na? kaha geya?" (Huh there was a door here, right? Where did it go?)

(Editor : Dekho neend mein chal rahi hai)( Look, she is walking in her sleep)

She rubbed her eyes again, looking around, spotted the actual door on the other side. With a sleepy pout, she whispered to herself, "Ohhh, yeh wahan hai, kitna shararti darwaza hai, Shree se bhi zyada." (Ohhh, there it is! What a naughty door, even more than shree.)

(Editor : Bhagwan(god)..hahaha..cutie shree )

As she stepped into the corridor, she became disoriented, wondering why she couldn't find the stairs and why there seemed to be a wall in the way. "Kya deewar ne seediyon ko kha liya?" (Did the wall eat up the stairs?) she frowned.

She wandered around, trying to get her bearings. Finally, she spotted the stairs and, still rubbing her eyes, began to make her way down, thinking, "Why do the stairs look so big? Shree tired...Shree will become thin from hunger if Shree doesn't eat soon."

As she descended the stairs, she called out in a sleepy voice, "I'm hungry. I want something to eat."

Just then, a maid whispered to Mrs. Deshmukh, who was sitting on the sofa with her hand on her head, "Ma'am, look there. That girl is coming."

Mrs. Deshmukh lifted her gaze, her attention suddenly caught by the sight of Shreeja.

Her mind raced as she observed the girl stumbling down the stairs, 'This is Shreeja, but...' her thoughts trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation.

Shreeja, still half-asleep, finally opened her eyes fully. She glanced around at the spacious, luxurious room, blinking in confusion.

Bewildered, she murmured. "How did my house suddenly become so big and luxurious?"

Seeing the crowd of people, she asked, genuinely perplexed. "Where did all these people come from in my house?"

Just then, a maid addressed Mrs. Deshmukh, "Ma'am..."

Shreeja's eyes widened, her sleepy brain struggling to put together the pieces. "Ma'am? Does that means... Mom? But how did my mom change?"

(Author & Editor : Head palm)

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Published on -22/10/2024