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[Author: Well, sort of. I was waiting on your feedback.]

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[Author: Wo..Umm. That ..I was just testing your attention to your work.]

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[Author: Hey, wait, don't go! I was just joking.]

*Editor exists*

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Words count : 7366

Published on: 11.11.24

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°{Sixteen Years Ago}°

I came home from school feeling awful. The whispers and judgments about my mother were unbearable.

How could people be so quick to judge?

As I entered the living room, I spotted Akansha, Akash, and their friend Shreeja, deeply immersed in their game.

My mood lifted instantly—I'd get to spend time with them.

I quickly freshened up, changed, and returned to the living room.
When I came back, I noticed Shreeja pulling Akash toward the sofa, her small frame somehow overpowering his resistance.

She effortlessly dragged him over, her strength surprising me. How could someone so petite be so strong?

(Editor : Aree ye to sirf teaser hai, trailer and movie to baki hai)

(Hey, this is just a teaser, the trailer and movie are yet to come.)

I settled into the adjacent sofa, watching the trio. Akash sat there with a grumpy face, while Shreeja worked intently on his hand.

With her back to me, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, so I waited patiently.

Then, Shreeja's voice chimed with mock seriousness, "Sir, your tattoo is ready. Now, go make the payment. Hope you like the tattoo I made."

I chuckled quietly, entertained by their play. Apparently, Shreeja was a tattoo artist today.

Peeking at Akash's hand, I saw a small design, though I couldn't quite make out what it was. Amused, I smiled to myself.

Akash stood up, inspecting his hand with a dissatisfied look. "I didn't want this done," he muttered.

"So what?" Shreeja shot back, a glint of authority in her eyes. "I said you'd have to, so you did."

Akash mumbled under his breath, "I'll just erase this. I don't like it."

In an instant, Shreeja was on her feet, her tone dropping to an intimidating seriousness. "What was that? Speak louder—I didn't hear clearly."

I watched, amazed. Shreeja, much younger and smaller, was commanding Akash with surprising intensity.

He, usually so calm and passive, looked genuinely intimidated by her.

Akash tried again, "I don't want this ta—" But his protest was cut short as Shreeja lightly smacked him on the head.

"You're my minion," she declared with fiery authority. "If I say you have to do it, then you will. Got it?"

(Author : Kya yaar choti se hi yesi hai ye ladki, like bully)

(Friend, this girl has been like this since childhood, like bully)

Akansha, giggling from the sidelines, added to the amusement. I couldn't help but think, This trio is something else. Poor Akash.

"Now go," Shreeja continued, her tone serious, "and don't you dare erase my artwork. Or I'll beat you like dirty laundry."

With a resigned sigh, Akash slouched, pouting as he turned to leave. But Shreeja stopped him with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, Mr. Tattooee, what about my payment?"

Akash stammered, "I... I don't have any money."

In an instant, Shreeja's playful smile transformed into a fierce scowl. Crossing her arms, she demanded, "If you can't pay, then give me something valuable or work for me for a week."

(Author : My goodness)
(Editor : She's hellness)

I observed in silent awe at her assertiveness. I couldn't help but wonder what her response would be if I asked her to draw a tattoo for me.

Akash's eyes went wide. "Whattt?! But...but..I have school, homework, and games..." His voice trailed off, barely a whisper.

Shreeja leaned in close, her voice a menacing whisper in his ear, "I don't care, little boy. If you don't listen to me, you'll learn what everyone calls me and what I'm capable of." She ended with a dramatic villainous laugh: "Muuuaaahahahahaha!"

Watching her, I had to stifle a laugh, marveling at her flair for drama.

After giving Shreeja's cashier- Akansha a chocolate as "payment," Akash slumped back on the sofa, looking thoroughly defeated.

(Author : Bechara chota Akash, Shreeja se bully ho raha hai)

(Poor little Akash is being bullied by Shreeja)

Meanwhile, Akansha excitedly approached Shreeja, holding out her hand. "Ma'am, draw a tattoo on me too, peeeewwssseeee!"

Shreeja's eyes narrowed, her tone mockingly professional. "Did you bring payment?"

Akansha nodded with glee. "Yes! I brought two payments!"

Shreeja nodded approvingly and began to draw an elaborate design featuring a snake, lizard, and spider on Akansha's hand, using different colored markers.

Once the tattoo was done, Akansha handed over a chocolate as her first payment, which Shreeja accepted with a smile.

But for the second payment, Akansha planted a kiss on Shreeja's cheek. Shreeja's reaction was unexpected; her expression turned serious, almost displeased, even though she was just 8 years old herself.

(Editor : Muh to yese bana rahi hai jaise koi old woman)

(She is making faces like an old woman)

I couldn't help but smile. Shreeja's fierce yet tender nature, even at such a young age, was intriguing and... unforgettable.

Shreeja was busy sketching something on her own hand, while Akansha had run off to proudly show her new tattoo to her mother.

Meanwhile, Akash lay sprawled across the sofa, face buried in a cushion, looking gloomy.

Seizing the moment, I slipped off the sofa and sat cross-legged beside Shreeja on the floor. "Hello, Missy," I greeted her with a smile. "How are you?"

She glanced up at me, her face serious. "Hmm, I'm good. And what brings you here, little boy?"

(Author : 'L.I.T.T.L.E B.O.Y' *laughed*)

(Editor : Yes He's, kitna hi umra hoga abhi) (How old will he be now?)

Her unexpectedly mature tone caught me off guard, and I had to bite back a laugh.

"Missy, I'd like a tattoo on my hand, too," I said, holding out my arm hopefully.

Shreeja gave me a long, appraising look from head to toe, her expression unreadable. My heart unexpectedly quickened as I waited for her response.

"NO!" she declared, dismissing me instantly and turning her attention back to her hand.

I froze, taken aback. "Why, Missy? Are your fees extremely high or something?" I asked, feigning disappointment.

Her answer was as firm as it was unexpected. "No, I don't draw on little boys' hands when they'll just erase it later."

(Author : Granny humari) (Granny ours)

Amused, I chuckled to myself—she was calling me "little boy" even though I was seven years her senior.

"So what do I need to do for you to tattoo my hand, dear Missy?" I pressed, determined to persuade her.

She crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and lifted her chin proudly. "I'll create my masterpiece on your hand, but only if you promise me something."

"Of course. What do I need to promise?" I said, eager to agree.

Her eyes narrowed with a mischievous glint. "Think carefully, little boy. It's not an easy promise. It could cost you your life."

(Author : OMOO )

Though her attempt at intimidation was clear, I smiled. "No, I won't think twice. I'll do it. Just tell me."

"All right," she said. "You have to keep this tattoo on your hand forever. If you agree, I'll create it; otherwise, no."

Before I could respond, she leaned forward, lowering her voice dramatically. "Do you know what people call me?"

I shook my head, curious.

Her eyes sparkled as she whispered, "A 'WITCH'. Don't forget that."

I thought to myself, A witch? More like a fierce little kitten.

But to seal the promise, she held out her pinky, and we linked fingers. Now, I could hardly wait to see what she'd create.

A little while later, Akansha reappeared, intrigued by Shreeja's design.

When she finished, I chuckled at the cute tattoo on my hand—a tiny cat and two little paw prints. Akansha giggled in delight too.

(Author : Haan kitty to kitten ki hi draw karegi na *Smirk*)

(Yes, kitty will draw only kittens, right?)

As I pondered what to give for payment, I glanced at Shreeja. She was smirking, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Did she just smirk?

Then, Shreeja stood up, gripped my shoulder firmly, and leaned in close, her voice low and menacing. "If you ever try to erase this tattoo, your hand will be cut off. My word never fails. Remember, I'm a witch."

With that, she erupted into a cackling laugh, "Khekkk khekk khekk khekk khekk khekk khekk khekk," sending chills up my spine.

(Editor : Mujhe hasi kyu aaraha hai ) (Why do I feel like laughing?)

(Author : Mujhe bhi behen, par rok le) (Me too sister, but please stop)

But I thought to myself, Oh, I don't mind that. And don't worry—I won't erase this precious gift.

With a soft smile, I looked at Shreeja and gave her a reassuring nod.

°{Present}°

As I drove back to home after dropping shreeja off at her house, my mind kept replaying our conversation from the morning.

Shreeja's one clear memory of childhood was all about food. I sighed, a small smile tugging at my lips.

My eyes drifted to my left arm as I held the wheel, where a tattoo marked my skin—a perfect replica of the one she drew eleven years ago.

Now, it was permanent, a piece of her with me always.

(Editor : Awwww, kitna pyaara sa hai)
(How lovely it is )

When I got home, I found Mom and my sister-in-law, Deepti Gaur Deshmukh, deep in conversation, while little Aadrika played nearby with her favorite soft toy.

I went over to Aadrika, patting her gently on the head. She looked up at me, her eyes lighting up with a sparkle.

Mom noticed me. "Oh, you're back. How's Shreeja doing? Is she feeling better?"

"Yes, Mom. She's okay now; don't worry," I replied, trying to reassure her.

Mom nodded thoughtfully. "Then give a leave of absence from the office to her. She needs rest."

"As you wish, madam," I said with a smile.

Mom chuckled. "Alright, would you like something to eat or rest for now?"

"I'm heading to my room. Not hungry yet, I'll eat later," I replied.

"Okay then, go ahead," Mom said.

"Good night, Mom," I said, giving a nod to Deepti and a head pat to Aadrika before making my way to my room.

As I entered the room, a faint, familiar scent suddenly drifted through the air. I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, and recognized it instantly. It was Shree's.

Despite her absence, her fragrance lingered, as if she still lingered there with me.

I longed to stand there forever, enveloped in her essence. But reality beckoned; I needed to freshen up. Reluctantly, I tore myself away and headed to the washroom.

After freshening up and changing, I settled into the plush sofa, the soft cushions enveloping me in comfort.

The warm water of my recent shower still lingered on my skin, but my mind kept circling back to Shree- my Goddess Laxmi.

My right hand instinctively rose to cover my eyes, as if shielding myself from the intensity of the memory.

But I couldn't block the sensation. The gentle touch of Shreeja's lips on my palm still lingered.

I had touched her mouth, tracing the curve of her plump lips with my fingertips, and she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she had looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Now, as I sat in the quiet darkness, my hand drifted back to my side, but my fingers twitched, recalling the softness of her skin. My palm still felt the impression of her lips, like a ghostly kiss.

Without thinking, I brought my palm to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss where her lips had touched. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.

I could almost taste the sweetness of her presence. My eyes closed, letting the memory wash over me.

The way her lips had parted slightly, inviting my touch. The way her breath had danced across my skin, sending tremors through my entire being.

My thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of emotions I couldn't quite untangle. Desire, tenderness, and a deep longing all vied for attention.

I had tried to brush off the feeling, to tell myself it was just a momentary lapse, but the truth lingered: I was drawn to Shree in ways I couldn't ignore.

The silence of the night seemed to amplify my heartbeat, each thud echoing the unspoken words in my mind: What would happen if I kissed her? If I let myself get lost in those lips, in those eyes?

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm within. But my hand, seemingly of its own accord, rose once more to my lips, seeking another taste of the memory.

Opening my eyes, I glanced to my right, where I noticed Mom's nightdress—the one Shreeja had worn—still lying there.

I picked it up, bringing it to my face, letting her calming scent wash over me. It grounded me in a way nothing else did.

(Editor : *sings* Saiiyaann hatoo jaaoo tumm bade woo hooo)
(Husband, go away, you are the one)

With the dress in hand, I walked over to the bed where she had slept just last night.

I gently placed it down on her side of the bed, and then lay down on the other side, resting my head on my hand, gazing at the dress.

This wasn’t a dream; she really had been here, in my room, in my bed. But the memory of her, feverish and unconscious, weighed on me. I was so used to her vibrant smile and strong spirit, seeing her like that hurt.

*तेरी वो रात के लिबास में मासूमियत देखी थी,

सोचा था ये पल सदा के लिए थम जाए।

अब जब जा चुकी हो और वो लिबास है मेरे पास,

मैं तेरे ख्यालों में खोया रहूँ, इस पल को फिर से जीने की आस।*

*[I saw your innocence in that night dress,

I thought this moment would stop forever.

Now that you are gone and that dress is still with me,

I remain lost in your thoughts, hoping to live this moment again.]*

I sighed, whispering to myself, What should I do, Shreeja?

Well, I need to sleep now as it's too late. But first, I decided to message her. I wanted her to take a few days off to rest.

But knowing her stubborn nature, she'd likely come to work tomorrow regardless.

I crafted my message carefully, telling her that Mom insisted she needed to rest. She'd never go against Mom's word.

After sending the message, I lay back, my eyes drawn to the dress again, as thoughts of her filled my mind.

Slowly, her scent, her image, everything lulled me, and I drifted off into sleep.
And as expected, I forgot to eat once more, just like some other nights.

As I was about to leave from Sir's house, a woman entered there carrying a child. Mrs. Deshmukh introduced her as Sir's older brother's wife, holding their little one. I offered her a polite nod before bidding my goodbye.

So, she's Ansha and Akash's stepmother and stepsister; she seems lovely, I thought as I left.

Sir drove me home. The ride was peaceful, filled with the soft hum of the car.
As we moved through the streets, I couldn't help but think, Sir's family is wonderful—Sir, Aunty, the maids, the butler...

But I wonder about Uncle. I don't recall ever meeting him. Is he as kind as Sir? I used to visit when I was young, but the memories are hazy.

(Author : That's a Dream)

Maybe I never met him. Spending more time here might bring back some memories.

Lost in thought, I rested my hand on my chin and closed my eyes, trying to pull up some fragments of my childhood.

A gentle laugh broke through my concentration, pulling me back to the present.

I opened my eyes to see Sir chuckling softly beside me. "What's so funny?" I asked, pouting slightly.

He offered a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, but you think like an old, wise lady; it's... adorable."

I clicked my tongue in mild annoyance, crossing my arms with a pout. He chuckled again, the sound warm and genuine.

"So, what's occupying those thoughts of yours?" he asked, his voice softening as he glanced at me.

"I was thinking that I used to visit your house... umm... I mean, mansion... when I was younger."

"Yes, and no one ever told you that you're still young," he replied with a teasing smile.

(Author : Bechari ko sab kitna pareshan karte hai)

(Everyone troubles the poor girl so much.)

Seeing his playful mood, I crossed my arms and shot back, "Hmph! Of course, I'm an adult now."

He leaned in with a mocking tone, "Ohhh... hooo... I see, I see."

Rolling my eyes, I continued, "So, what I was saying..."

"Yes, yes, please continue," he said, still grinning.

"I remember a few things from when I used to visit your mansion as a child," I said.

"Like what?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Whenever Ansha and Akash took me with them, Aunty would give me lots of snacks to eat," I replied with a smile.

(Author & Editor : HEIIINNNN!!!)

But then, I noticed his expression change to surprise.

"What? Well, honestly, Aunty used to give me delicious food; I remember it vividly," I said happily.

He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you remember anything else?"

I pondered for a moment and replied, "Ummm... no, I don't remember anything else."

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, leaving me completely confused. I frowned, wondering, What's so funny?

(Author: (facepalm) Bhagwan, ye ladki, ishe khane ke alawa aur kuch bhi yaad nahi hai...)

(God, this girl only remembers food!)

(Idhayan: (chuckled) "Haan, wahi na. Itne saal humare ghar aayi aur usse sirf maa kya khana deti thi, wo yaad hai.")

(Yes, that's right! She visited our home for years, and all she recalls is what food Mom gave her to eat.)

Both he and the author seemed to enjoy making fun of me. I crossed my arms and pouted angrily.

(Editor : Mein tumhare side mein hu) (I'm with you side)

(Shreeja : Thank you *Hugs*)

But as I thought about Aunty, I realized how sweet she was. After so many years, talking to her felt wonderful.

Initially, it felt a bit strange, but somehow, chatting with her again felt freeing and good.

Soon, Sir dropped me off at my house.

As I got out of the car, he said, "Take care of yourself and don't think about food all day—but do eat, okay?"

I made another pout, stomped my foot, and muttered, "Hmph... thank you so much... okay," before walking away.

Once inside, I thought, Will I ever be able to repay this debt to Sir?

No one helps like him, I mused. Who else would say, 'Take leave if you're not feeling well,' 'Don't hesitate to ask for help,' or 'Take money from me if you need it'? It's unheard of.

I couldn't help but feel proud, thinking, Only my Sir is like this; there's no one else like him.

(Author : MY SIR, Ohhh hooo)

After a day of rest, I returned to the office. Sir asked, "How's your health now?"

"Wo haal ekdam badiya hai, aur si bukhar sukhar wo to mere se darte hai," (Everything is fine. And the fever- he is scared of me) I replied enthusiastically.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. I flexed my arms, trying to show off my 'muscles,' and added, "Aur tabiyat ekdam changa hai, dekhiye, fit and fine."(And my health is absolutely alright, see, fit and fine)

I placed my hands on my waist and laughed heartily, feeling triumphant. "Those minor fevers can't bother me now, ha ha ha ha!"

"Alright, alright, I understand. It seems everything is fine. So, now you may get back to work," he said, still chuckling.

"Yes, Sir!" I replied energetically before walking away.

Chit Chat.....

(Author: Kuch bolna chahenge aap?) (Do you want to say something?)

(Idhayan: Kya hi bolun main unhe? Unhe to koi farak hi nahi padta. Wo to simply bol ke chali gayi ki fever se unhe kuch bhi nahi hota.)

(What else can I say to her? It doesn't matter to her. She simply left, saying that fever can't affect her.)

(Author: Haan, aur hum tension mein pad gaye the itne 104 fever dekhke.)

(Yes, and we were stressed out seeing such a high fever of 104.)

(Idhayan: Unhe pata bhi nahi hai mere dil ka kya haal hua tha unhe waise halat mein dekhkar. Khair chhodiye.)

(She has no idea how I felt seeing her in that condition. Well, never mind.)

(Author: Okay, main chalta hoon.) (Okay, I'll go now.)

End.....

Shortly after I left Sir's cabin, he called me back. I returned, curious if there was any other work for me.

"Take this lunch box with you; I forgot to give it to you earlier," he said, handing me a box. "Mom sent it for you."

I widened my eyes in surprise, "Really? Aunty sent this for me? Wow!"

I couldn't contain my excitement and even jumped a little. But catching Sir's gaze, I quickly composed myself, trying to look professional again.

"Okay, Sir, thank you," I said with a formal tone.

As I turned to leave, he called out, "By the way, Ms. Gupta..."

I turned back, "Yes, anything else, Sir?"

"Don't forget to review the food. My mom specifically asked for it," he said with his usual warm smile.

I nodded eagerly, "Of course, Sir. I'll make sure to give the perfect review."

"Okay then, if there's nothing else, I'm heading to my cabin, Sir," I continued, trying to hide my smile.

But I couldn't help it—I kept grinning all the way back to my cabin.

Hmm...hmmm...la..lalaa...laaa. I hummed a cheerful tune as I worked at a leisurely pace, thinking, 'When will lunchtime arrive? I can't wait to savor Aunty's delicious cooking. She really is the sweetest.'

(Author : Wahhh Wahhh bina bole hi khana mil gaya bhukkar ko)

(Wow wow, hungry girl got the food without telling)

(Shreeja : Heehh, Isshe khane ka saukhin bolte hai, tum nehi samjhogi )

(This speaks of the pleasure of eating, you will not understand)

As soon as lunchtime arrived, I eagerly opened the lunch box, and the aroma wafted up, making my mouth water. "Ummm... What a delightful smell!"

I was amazed by the generous spread laid out before me. The first container held a mix of dry fruits and chocolates.

The second contained neatly beautiful shaped cut fruits.

The third box was the main event: two perfectly golden potato parathas, a rich paneer curry, and creamy raita. Just wowwww!

To top it all off, there was a dual-compartment bottle—one side filled with a thick mango smoothie, the other with a sweet strawberry smoothie.

(Author : Baapre itna kuch tu akeli khayegi ? humhe bhi kuch de )

(Oh my, will you eat so much alone? give me something too)

(Shreeja : Nehi sab mera hai, tum jao ,hehh...mujhe bhukkar bol rahi thin na)

(No, it's all mine, you go, hah... you told me I'm hungry all time, wasn't you?)

I took a bite of the paratha, savoring its taste, when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I called out.

The door opened, and Sir walked in with a warm smile. "Oh, already started with lunch?" he chuckled.

"Yes, just now," I replied, still enjoying the flavors.

He handed me a new file. "Take this and complete it after your meal. And by the way, Mom said you should visit her whenever you're free. It would make her happy."

(Editor : Acha hi hai aunty ki wajah se aab shayed thora dono ka aur time ek sath ho)

(It's good that because of aunty, now maybe both of them will have some more time together.)

I nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, don't worry, Sir, I'll definitely visit."

He added, "Hmm, just let me know, and I'll take you with me."

(Author : Achaa jii ) (I see)

I nodded in agreement. With that, he left the room.

I returned to my meal. Ufff, it's unbelievably delicious. Akansha is so lucky to have such amazing food every day, I thought to myself, relishing each bite.

But then, a thought crossed my mind—where is Akansha, anyway? I remembered she had mentioned going somewhere, but she should have been back by now. Why hasn't she contacted me? I fumed internally.

I grabbed my phone, my lips forming a pout as I typed out a message to her. Hmph! She's always lecturing me about keeping in touch, and now she's the one who's gone silent.

My fingers flew across the screen, typing out my annoyed messages. Just wait until I see her—I'll give her the silent treatment for sure!

After finishing my tasks at the office, I departed promptly, looking forward to a relaxing evening.

As I drove, I happened to glance at the other side of the road and did a double take. Is that Ansha? She's walking so quickly!

I called out to her, but she didn't hear me. Determined, I pulled over, parked my car, and got out. I tried calling her again.

Ansha finally noticed me and gestured that she was coming over.

As she stepped onto the road, a sudden rush of memories flooded my mind—visions of the accident flashed before my eyes, and a wave of panic surged through me.

I waved frantically, signaling for her to stop. 'Don't cross alone! I'll come over to you!' I wanted to yell, but the words caught in my throat.

Ansha waited on the other side of the road, and after checking for traffic, I crossed over to meet her.

As I approached, she asked, "If your car was on the other side, why did you come over here? I would've walked to you."

I replied, "Whenever we meet in some roadside, you don't need to cross the road. I'll handle it, okay? No problem."

Ansha smiled and nodded, her eyes meeting mine for a lingering moment.

"Something wrong?" she asked, picking up on my tone.

I gave her a playful slap on the back, but accidentally put a bit too much force into it, making her cough.

"Oops! My bad," I muttered, looking sheepish.

I tried to deflect. "What do you mean, 'something wrong'? If nothing's wrong I shouldn't have called you? All good, then. You're free to go, wherever you were heading."

I started to pout, turning to walk back, avoiding eye contact with her.

Before I could take another step, Ansha grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. "Hey, it's not like that, babe. I'm sorry if I seemed off. Honestly, I wasn't really thinking."

"That's always the case," I shot back. "Every time I try to talk, you're always somewhere else."

Her expression softened. "No, really, babe. Let's talk, okay?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Fine, but where's your car? Why are you rushing around on foot?"

Ansha's expression darkened. "My car? It's in the shop for servicing."

I caught the frustration in her voice. "Alright, let's go somewhere and talk this out."

Ansha nodded. "Sounds good."

"How about we grab some snacks and head to the nearby park?" I suggested.

(Author : Fhirse khana?) (eat again?)

(Akansha : Ye to humesha ki baat hai) (This is always the case)

Ansha chuckled, finally relaxing. "Sure, whatever you say, babe."

After picking up snacks, we drove to the nearby park. As we strolled, I turned to her, crunching on a chip. "So, what's got you so riled up? Spill."

"Don't even get me started, babe," she muttered with a sigh. "It's all because of Raita."

"Raita? Who's that?" I asked, curious.

She rolled her eyes. "Raita is your so called friend Daksh. You have no idea what he's done."

And with that, she launched into a tirade about Daksh's antics, her frustration simmering with every word. It was like a floodgate of complaints, and she was letting it all out.

I could see just how angry she was. Akansha was fuming, practically cursing Daksh with every breath. "He's a fucking idiot, that damn bastard. How dare he screw with me like this! He's a stupid asshole, always causing trouble. I'll show that jerk who's boss!"

"Ugh, just thinking about him makes my blood boil," Akansha fumed.
"He's like a constant thorn in my side, always poking and prodding." She took a brief pause before continuing, "That son of a bitch thinks he's funny, but he's just pathetic!"

Akansha seethed, her voice trembling. "Who does he think he is, messing with me? I'll make sure he regrets ever crossing me."

I placed a calming hand on Akansha's shoulder. "Hey, Anshu, Anshu, calm down. You need to calm down. I don't think he's that bad. He just—"

Akansha shook me off, not letting me finish. "No, babe, you don't understand. How the hell can I be calm? He's always there, lurking, making snide comments, and smirking at me. Can't he just fucking leave me alone?"

I tried to speak again, but she cut me off, her fury palpable. "That fucking shithead has no idea who he's dealing with," Akansha gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing. "I'll show that fucking annoying asshole, what it means to mess with Akansha."

I'd never seen her like this. Normally, she was cool-headed and brushed things off, especially when it came to guys. But this was different.

Then, out of the blue, she turned to me and asked, "How did you even end up friends with someone like him?"

I shrugged. "What do you mean? Friendships just happen, right?"

Akansha's expression was intense. "Of all the people in the world, you only found him?"

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Like I had a say in it."

"W..what does this mean?" Akansha asked, her gaze drifting away from mine, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"I mean, some of my colleagues wanted to be close friends, so I thought..." I started.

But she cut me off, her tone sharp. "What do you mean? Who? How fucking dare they? Who tried to get close to you? I'll...!"

She trailed off as the realization hit her, and I watched with a raised brow, a hint of amusement in my eyes.

"Umm... so... so... what?" she stammered, but it was clear she wasn't ready to admit the truth yet.

I simply asked, "Are you jealous?"

Her frustration burst out like a dam breaking. "Yes, I'm jealous! Why shouldn't I be? You're only my friend, no one else's. Everyone else is just... irrelevant. I won't let anyone come near you. You're mine, my friend, only mine!"

(Editor : Oh myyy so possessive)

With that, she stomped her foot and started to walk away.

I quickly followed, catching her by the hand and gently turning her around. "Oh, don't be mad, Anshu. I know I'm your friend, and no one's taking me away from you," I said with a sigh.

But she still looked furious. 'Aishhh,' I thought to myself.

"I love you. So don't be angry with me, pleaseee.." I said, trying to soften her up with a playful, innocent look, blinking my eyes for effect.

She crossed her arms, unimpressed. "I haven't forgotten about that bastard 'raita.' Don't even try to dodge the topic with your cuteness."

Seriously? I thought. This girl...

"Ugh, okay, okay. I'll tell you," I relented, "but can we sit first?"

Akansha gave a small hum, indicating her agreement.

Once we found a spot and settled in, she leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Alright, spill it now. And by the way, that 'raita' feels like an allergy to me."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're not totally wrong. But... honestly, it just kind of happened. I didn't expect it either."

"Well?" she pressed, crossing her arms again. "I'm listening."

I smirked, leaning back a bit. "Fine. It all started one night when I... found him."

°{Flashback: A Few Months Ago}°

I was driving home from the office late at night when I ran into a traffic jam on the main road.

Annoyed, I decided to take a shortcut through a nearby alley. As I turned, I noticed a commotion further down.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I pulled over and stepped out to take a look. A group of people was harassing a man in the shadows.

I edged closer, squinting to get a better look, and then froze. One of the men seemed familiar. Wait, that's him! I thought, shocked. What is he doing here? Didn't I warn him to stay away from here?

It dawned on me that this might be his operation. Those thugs didn't seem to care about or feel guilty for luring innocent passerby.

Just as I was about to step in, the man being harassed suddenly fought back, taking down his assailants with surprising skill.

Then, I noticed one of the fallen attackers slowly pull out a knife, creeping toward him, intent on striking.

Without thinking, I ran forward, shouting, "Watch out!"

Both men turned at the sound of my voice, giving me a brief opening. I leaped forward, gathering my momentum, and as the knife-wielding thug turned my way, I kicked him squarely in the face.

He stumbled backward, dropping the knife as he hit the ground, while the other man took a step back, sizing up the situation.

I crossed my arms, eyeing the man struggling to stand. "Well, well, look who's back," I drawled, a smirk tugging at my lips.
"It seems our old friends couldn't resist a reunion. Should I roll out the welcome mat... again?"

The man gulped, clearly intimidated. I cracked my knuckles, letting my gaze sweep over their group. "So, what kind of 'service' would our esteemed returnees prefer today?" I asked, my smile dripping with sarcasm.

One of them spoke up. "Hey, girl, who do you think you are? Do you even know who we are?"

I shot him a bored glance, then looked back to the leader with a raised brow. "Haven't you taught your lackeys any manners? Seems like this one doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut."

Their group exchanged nervous whispers. "Who's that girl?" "Why isn't the leader doing anything?" "Is he scared of her?" "But... why?"

Just then, the man they were harassing turned to me, his voice hesitant. "Umm, maybe it's best to just... let it go? They're armed."

Feigning shock, I put on a sarcastic smile, and asked the leader. "Oh really? You guys have weapons? How exciting. Why don't you show me?"

One of the goons warned me, "You bitch, don't you think you're talking too much? Just get out of here before things get messy."

Feigning fear, I took a step closer, asking with mock terror, "Ooh, messy? Tell me more. I'd love to know exactly what I should be scared of."

The leader, clearly rattled, yanked out a metal chain from his belt. Or at least, it looked metal – but who knew?

Without a second thought, I stepped forward, driving a quick punch into his gut. As he doubled over, I snatched the chain and pulled it hard. It snapped easily, clattering to the ground.

"Hey, what's going on? This thing broke like cheap plastic," I mused, holding the pieces with a look of exaggerated disappointment. "Where'd you get it from, friend? A toy store?"

The group's confidence visibly crumbled as they whispered in shock. "What... what the hell is she?" "Is she even human?" "How can a girl do something like that?"

(Author : Hawwwww Really kya hai ye ladki Bheem ki behen) (What is this girl really, Bhima's sister?)

(Shreeja : Ohh yes he's my favorite)

I spun back around, fixing them with a dark grin. "Oh! I think you don't know it. Actually, I'm a witch. And if you stick around any longer, I might just gobble you all up, raw, ha ha ha ha!" I cackled dramatically, watching them tremble.

Their leader held up his hands, his voice cracking. "Ma'am, I-I swear, this will never happen again."

I raised an eyebrow. "I've heard that before. So why, exactly, is this happening today?"

He hastily signaled his group, his voice desperate. "Everyone, apologize to the lady. Now!"

A chorused of loud apologies followed, echoing through the alley before they scattered and fleeing like startled pigeons.

As the last of them disappeared, a soft applause came from behind me.
I turned to find the man I'd helped looking at me, wide-eyed with admiration. "That was... incredible. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up. Thank you so much, Ms...?"

I grinned. "Shreeja. And no worries, happy to help."

He introduced himself, and as we chatted, I asked, "So, are you heading home?"

"Yes," he said, glancing at me with a hint of curiosity.

I gave a casual shrug. "Then let's go. Let me give you a ride."

He hesitated. "Why would you? You don't even know me. How can you trust a stranger?"

I chuckled as I playfully slapped him twice on the back. "Oh, don't worry, bro. There's nothing wrong with giving someone a lift. And as for trust... let's just say I'm good at handling myself." I gave him a playful wink.

He laughed as we walked together to the car. Then I dropped him off at the requested place.

°{Present:}°

After that night, we kept bumping into each other around by chance at various places. He also helped me out several times, I'll never forget those kindness.

And slowly, we started talking more. I realized he was lonelier than he let on – trust issues, no friends to speak of. But as we got closer, I discovered he was genuinely kind-hearted and fun.

Sure, he'd flirt occasionally, but he never crossed any boundaries. He was like a brother... or rather a naughty brother.

"So, that's it. Nothing more," I said to Ansha, who looked puzzled. "If you meet him properly, you'll understand what he's like...and how lonely he's been."

Ansha raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't all this seem like some filmy drama coincidence to you?"

I furrowed my brow, confused. "Filmy drama? What do you mean?"

Ansha threw her hand up in exasperation. "Never mind. Let's head home, I have somewhere to be."

I protested, "Ummmm... noooo... not now. This place is lovely. I want to stay here for a bit. What's the point of going home? I'll just get nagged by Mom again. It's peaceful here."

Ansha sighed, bid me goodbye, and said, "We'll catch up later, okay, babe? Bye."

As she walked away, she blew me a flying kiss with a playful wink.

(Author : Tere liye to wo pagal hi thik hai, lag raha hai mujhe) (That crazy person is fine for you, I guess)

(Akansha : What the fucking hell)

(Editor : He's flirty and You also ) (Akansha : Shut up you two)

As I settled back on the bench, earbuds in, the soothing melody of "Serendipity" by BTS Jimin enveloped me. The gentle lyrics and harmony lifted my spirits, filling me with serenity.

I hummed softly along – "mmm-mmm, oh-oh-oh" – my heart swaying to the rhythm. A gentle breeze rustled my hair, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. With each note, my worries dissolved.

With my head against the bench and eyes closed, I was soaking up the moment. Suddenly, someone pulled out one of my earbuds.

I was about to react, ready to grab the offender's hand, when I saw Daksh standing beside me.

"Wow, bro, you'll live to be hundred!" I exclaimed, surprised.

Daksh chuckled. "Why? What makes you say that?"

"I was just thinking about you... never mind," I said with a smile. "We were talking about you a little while ago."

Daksh's curiosity piqued. "We? Who else?"

"Ansha and me," I replied, grinning.

Daksh straightened up, interested. "So, what were you two discussing?"

I filled him in on our conversation. As I spoke, I noticed a hint of happiness on his face.

"You seem pleased," I observed. "What's behind that smile?"

Daksh's grin widened. "At least she asked about me."

(Editor : Peheli baar achha laga mujhe) (I liked it for the first time)

We chatted for a bit longer before I glanced at the time. "It's getting late. Let's head home, okay? Bye."

Daksh nodded and bid me farewell as we parted ways.

Daksh walked away, patting Shreeja on the head and offering a gentle smile. He glanced back, watching as Shreeja drove off in her car. As soon as the car disappeared from sight, his expression darkened.

°{Some months ago:}°

A group of people gathered at a warehouse, looking around curiously as they entered. Once everyone was inside, a man instructed, "Wait here; sir will arrive soon."

After a brief pause, the sound of footsteps echoed through the space. A figure emerged from the shadows, taking a seat in a chair with one leg crossed over the other.

The room was dimly lit, making the face of the man sitting on the chair indistinguishable. One of the attendees-who seems to be the leader of that group, stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what's the purpose of calling us here?"

The seated man replied, "It's nothing major, just a small task."

"What kind of task, sir?" the leader inquired.

The seated man explained the nature of the work. Upon hearing it, the leader agreed but asked, "But who are we supposed to deceive?"

The seated man handed him a photo. After seeing it, the leader immediately refused to take on the task.

"Why?" the seated man asked. "Isn't this a simple job for you?"

The leader responded, "No, sir. If we have to pretend in front of her, we won't survive. We value our lives."

The man spoke with a husky laugh, "Think about it: if you decline, I'll find someone else. But you'll miss out on these rewards."

He gestured toward a nearby suitcase overflowing with cash.

"Come on," he continued, "if you can't handle a simple task, what else can you do? I'm only asking you to act, to take a few blows, not to harm anyone."

After some deliberation, everyone agreed to take on the task. The man advanced them a portion of the payment, promising the rest upon completion. With that, they departed.

As they left, the man sitting on the chair stood up and stepped forward, revealing his face in the light. It was Daksh.

His secretary inquired from behind, "But, sir, why choose them? You could have selected anyone else."

Daksh replied with a grin, "Umm, hmm, Mr. Thomas. Known individuals would take longer to complete this task. Unknown ones will expedite the process."

°{Present:}°

After reflecting on everything, Daksh's smile twisted into a smirk as he walked away, lost in his thoughts.

(Editor to Shreeja : Nehi mein baat wapas leti hu, mujhe acha nehi laga. Yaar Author ne mana kiya tha par tune nehi suni unki baat)
(No, I take it back, I didn't like it. Dude, the author had not allowed it but you did not listen to her)

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