ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕛𝕠𝕪, 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙.

𝕄𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕.
𝕄𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟:
𝕍𝕆𝕋𝔼 : ➌⓿+
ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊 : ➏⓿+
ℕ𝔼𝕎 𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ𝕊 : ➎+

𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

ⓌⓄⓇⒹ ⒸⓄⓊⓃⓉ : ➏➐➐➎
ⓅⓊⒷⓁⒾⓈⒽⒺⒹ ⓄⓃ : ➏/➊/➋➎

I was busy building a sandcastle, determined to make it as strong as possible, while Shree helped me from the other side.

She ran back and forth, collecting beautiful shells from near the sea to decorate our masterpiece. Together, we carefully adorned the castle, and soon, it was complete.

Excited, I dashed toward my mother, who was sitting nearby, and exclaimed, "Look at our gorgeous castle, Mommy! We'll rule from there!"

She smiled warmly, her eyes filled with affection, as she gently patted my head. "Yes, it's very beautiful-just like you, my little queen."

Her words made me beam with pride, but before I could say more, I heard Shree's voice calling out, "Anshaaaa!!"

I turned quickly, looking around for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Shreeee! Shree! Where are you, Shree?" I called out as I walked a little further, hoping she was just hiding somewhere close by.

Confused, I turned to my mom. "Mom, I think Shree is playing hide-and-seek with me. I'll go find her."

But when I looked back at where my mother had been sitting, she was gone too.

"Mommy? Mommyyy! Where are you? Have you hidden with Shree too?" My voice trembled, but I forced myself to stay optimistic. "Okay, I'll find both of you!"

I started searching, peeking behind bushes, trees, and even the nearby stalls, but there was no sign of them. Disappointment and a strange fear crept into my heart.

The sun was now setting, casting a golden glow over the sea. Suddenly, I heard my mother's voice.

"Ansha!!"

I turned toward the sound and froze. A dark shadowed man was pulling my mother away. She was crying, struggling against his grip, while he laughed wickedly.

"Mommy!" I screamed and ran as fast as I could, my legs burning with every step. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach them. I stumbled and fell, exhaustion overtaking me.

Then, I heard laughter-loud, mocking laughter-coming from all around. Shadowy figures surrounded me, their outlines menacing and unclear, their laughter echoing in my ears.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. Covering my ears with my hands, I shouted, "Stop it! Don't laugh at me! Stop it!"

Suddenly, the laughter ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its place.

I looked up, trembling, only to see a massive wave rushing toward me. The water loomed high above, ready to crash down.

"Nooooo!" I screamed, shutting my eyes tightly as the wave engulfed me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the car. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, my heart pounding. It was just a dream-a terrifying, vivid dream.

Trying to calm myself, I ran my fingers through my hair, taking deep, steady breaths. "Don't worry," I whispered softly to myself. "It was just a dream...just a dream."

As I tried to calm myself down, a sudden knock on my car window startled me.

I turned to see my friend Aariyan standing outside. Rolling the window down, I asked, "What is it now?"

He handed me a file with a smirk, saying, "It was a lot of trouble to get this." He rubbed his hands together, clearly pleased with himself.

I took the file and handed him an envelope filled with cash. His face lit up immediately.

"Sigh... alright, you're dismissed. Go now," I said, waving him off. Aariyan chuckled, pocketed the envelope, and walked away.

I tossed the file onto the passenger seat, my mind already racing. Hmmm... there's still time. I shouldn't waste it, right? The time has come to remove someone from my path. Ducksh-the human error.

(Editor : What a unique name)

That evening, at a different location, I sat in my car, waiting. The low hum of machinery from a nearby construction site filled the air. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the road.

Soon enough, that 'Rotten Raita' appeared, walking toward the site. He wore headphones, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

(Author : *to editor* Look once more)

As he moved closer, another man stepped into his path, stopping abruptly in front of him. Ducksh nearly collided with him, taking a step back in surprise.

I pressed my phone to my ear, my voice low and steady. "Yes, it's the right time. Do it now, quickly."

Ducksh looked up, his eyes widening as he noticed the heavy machinery towering precariously above.

His instincts kicked in just in time-he darted out of the danger zone, mere seconds before the massive equipment came crashing down.

"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, slamming my palm against the steering wheel. He had survived by a hair's breadth.

Ducksh patted the man who had stopped in front of him on the shoulder, exchanged a few words, and walked away. Meanwhile, the man's gaze shifted toward my car.

I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth. "You survived today, you dirty duck, but not the next time."

(Author : My goodness, she has made complete plans to kill him)

I watched him disappear into the distance before starting my car and driving off, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

°{ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 }°

I sat in a hidden spot, binoculars in hand, watching the road. My eyes narrowed as I spotted Ducksh Raizada walking casually along the pavement.

Ahead of him, puddles of water shimmered under the sun. He paused for a moment, glanced down, and smirked. Rolling up the legs of his pants, he confidently stepped into the water and strolled through, unharmed.

"What the heck!" I muttered under my breath, gripping the binoculars tighter.

How did this happen? He was only wearing a normal gum boots. Then I saw, as he walked away, a smug grin played across his face.

I shifted my focus and spotted another man, dressed in a suit, following close behind. Oblivious to the danger, he stepped into the same puddle.

The moment his shoe touched the water, a jolt of electricity surged through him. He collapsed instantly. He was also wearing gum boots.

My jaw tightened in frustration. Seriously? Just how? How did that 'Duck shit' escape unscathed? Damn it!

I adjusted the binoculars, zooming in on Ducksh's boots. Something about them seemed odd. What fucking kind of boots are that?

(Author: *Zooms in dramatically on the boots.* These boots are insulated against electricity... custom-made by Ducksh Raita. Oh wait, sorry, Daksh Raizada.)

(Editor : Wowww so amazing )

Well, my plan had failed. Again.

I threw the binoculars aside, anger boiling over. "Fuck it! How the hell could this happen?"

I clenched my fists, seething with rage. My plans weren't supposed to fail, let alone twice in a row.

But no matter. You may have escaped this time, you smug, rotten duck, but your luck won't hold out forever. I'll devise another plot.

And when I do, I'll make sure the very existence of Daksh Raizada is wiped off this world.

°{ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 }°

Tonight, I sent my men to finish him once and for all. This time, there was no escape. Smirking, I leaned back, relishing the thought. Tonight, you're done for, you sly duck.

(Editor: *chuckling* Luckily you didn't call him 'Psyduck')

My men were equipped with special guns loaded with poisonous needles instead of bullets. Let's see how you wiggle your way out of this one.

(Author : The ghost of killing is upon her)

As he walked down the dimly lit street, my men intercepted him with their car, blocking his path. They stepped out, guns drawn. He stopped in his tracks, eyeing them calmly.

One of my men took aim, but before he could fire, Daksh pulled something small from his coat, no larger than his palm. In the next second, it unfolded into an umbrella.

What the hell was that?!

When my men began firing, the needles bounced harmlessly off the umbrella's surface. Not a single one got through.

I slapped my forehead, wincing in disbelief. This isn't real. This is some Hollywood-level nonsense. Does this guy have gadgets straight out of a spy movie?

And then, he grabbed one of the needles mid-air-with his bare hand.

"Yes! He caught it with his hand!" I laughed maniacally. Now let's see what happens, Duckshtard!

(Editor: *Pauses playing her game and stares.* "Wait... Duckshtard? Is this 'Ducksh'+'bastard'?"

Author: *Crosses arms and nods with satisfaction.*

Editor: *Collapses onto the floor, laughing silently.*)

When my men finally ran out of needles, they froze, exchanging bewildered glances. Urghh! Those damn fools!

Meanwhile, Raita stood there, watching them with an amused expression. He said something I couldn't hear, and suddenly, my men turned tail and ran like frightened children.

But the real shock came when Daksh removed a soft, skin-colored glove from his hand. The needle he had caught was stuck in the glove, not even scratching his skin. He flicked the glove and the needle away like they were nothing.

I stared at the screen, speechless.

"Aargh!" I screamed in frustration. That bastard! That human error! How was this possible? Three of my perfect plans had failed-three!

Slamming my car door shut, I stormed off toward his location. After walking for a while, I stopped, crossing my arms and tapping my foot impatiently on the road.

And then there he was. The biggest eyesore of mine, striding toward me like he owned the night, flashing his infuriatingly smug smile.

"Wow, what a coincidence!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with mock surprise. "I see My Future Queen waiting for someone. Or... are you waiting here for me?"

He clasped his hands together dramatically. "Oh my goodness! What cruel deeds must I have done in my past life to deserve this wonderful night? My one and only would-be wifey, my thorny beauty, standing under the moonlight, waiting patiently just for me?"

He took a step closer, his tone becoming teasingly sincere. "So tell me, couldn't you live without me? Did you miss me so much that you came all the way here to see me?"

And then, with an over-the-top shy gesture, he pulled his coat over his face and said, "Chal ja, pagli, mujhe to sharam aata hai (Oh my gosh, I feel so shy)."

Peeking out from behind his coat, he smirked again. "I just called you this morning, you know?"

"So, have you thought it through? You'll say yes to me, right?" he asked, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

"Yes, my foot!" I snapped, glaring at him.

"Aww," he teased, unfazed. "Well, if your foot says yes, that's good enough for me. Only a body part needs to agree, after all. What more could I possibly need?"

Was he seriously joking right now?!

"You bloody bastard! You insufferable moron! You damn leech!" I growled, seething with anger.

He tilted his head, pretending to look hurt. "Aww, it seems you're quite upset, my love. What's wrong? Let me guess... Is it because I didn't call you this afternoon? Or... because those needles didn't work on me?"

"Obviously, the second one, you fucking duckshit!" I spat, my fists clenched.

He shrugged, entirely nonchalant. "Hmm... but how could I let myself be pricked by needles from a bunch of strangers? If it had been you, though... now that would've been a different story. I might have considered it."

My mind raced. Wait a minute, how the hell did he figure out I was behind the attack?

He chuckled, reading the confusion on my face. "Aha, you're probably wondering how I knew it was you, aren't you?" he said, stepping closer.

I took a step back and shook my head. "Umm,hmm, don't you dare come any closer," I warned.

He raised his hands, feigning innocence. "Alright, alright. I'll behave. But hear me out-if you had fired those needles yourself, all your unspoken love for me would have been in every single one of them."

"You're completely delusional," I retorted. "If anything, I'd make sure those needles were dipped in something extra special just for you."

He smirked again, closing the distance between us, step by deliberate step.

This time, I didn't say a word.

He stopped mere inches away, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Tell me, what happens if I get too close to you? Will you be unable to resist me because of my devilish good looks? Or..." He leaned slightly closer, his smirk turning darker. "Are you afraid you'll end up saying yes to me?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," I said firmly, locking my gaze with his, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

He stepped closer, slowly reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"I know," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with undeniable certainty. "I can see it in your eyes. You're strong, fearless... but you can't hide what's in your heart. I love you, just as much as you love me."

(Author : Proposal ?)

His words hung in the air, wrapping around me like an invisible cord. My breath hitched, and my pulse raced, each beat echoing in my ears.

I wanted to look away, to break free from the intensity of his gaze, but I couldn't. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, held me captive, peeling back the layers of my defenses to see the vulnerability I tried so hard to bury.

His fingers brushed against my skin as they slid through my hair, and a tingling warmth spread down the nape of my neck.

Goosebumps erupted in their wake, betraying the calm front I struggled to maintain. My lips parted slightly, a reflex I couldn't control, as if they had a will of their own.

The space between us seemed charged, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Every fiber of my being felt alive, as though I was standing on the edge of something vast and uncontrollable.

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was completely ensnared as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from mine.

The warmth of his breath ghosted over my skin, leaving me lightheaded and disoriented.

Time itself seemed to slow, stretching out this moment into an eternity.

His eyes never wavered from mine, pulling me into their depths, and for a fleeting second, I felt like I was drowning-losing myself in the quiet intensity of his gaze.

Push him away, a small voice in my mind urged. But my body betrayed me.

My lips tingled, my skin burned with anticipation, and my heart thundered against my ribs, wild and unrelenting.

I was suspended in that moment, every thought, every reason eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation that surged through me.

As he inched closer, his lips brushing dangerously near mine, I felt weightless, like I was drifting in a sea of desire and...

Suddenly, the sound of a message alert on my phone jolted me back to reality. What just happened? Shaking off the haze, I stepped back from him and blurted out, "Love my foot, go away, you fu-"

Before I could finish, he cut me off. "Oh yes, your foot - of course, I love your foot too," he said with mock sincerity, dropping down to sit on the road.

Before I could react, he reached for one of my feet. "Now, let me show my love for your beautiful foot," he added dramatically.

Completely caught off guard, I stumbled, instinctively grabbing his head for balance. "Ah, thank you for blessing me with your touch," he said with exaggerated delight. "Now, let me kiss your exquisite foot."

As he leaned in, I reacted on impulse and kicked him square in the face.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, clutching his nose. But then, to my utter disbelief, he started laughing. "What a loving kick! You've made me the happiest man alive - oohuhuuu!" he said, his joy ridiculous and over-the-top.

(Editor : Pagal ) (Crazy)

I was seething, ready to unleash my fury, but once again, he cut me off. "Alright, alright! Bye-bye! I've had enough love for today," he said, jumping to his feet and retreating.

As he ran away, he shouted dramatically, "I must flee, or I'll drown in the hotness of my love!"

I stood frozen, stunned by his antics. Then my thoughts turned inward, replaying the earlier moments. What was that? What's wrong with me? Why did I feel... like that?

This had never happened before. My heart raced as I grappled with my feelings. What is this? Is it love? Or something else?

I shook my head violently. No, no, no! This isn't love. ME? In love? With HIM? That irritating, rotten duck? NEVER... Not in this lifetime. Not even in the afterlife.

But if it wasn't love... or even like... then what was it? Just attraction? But why him? Of all the people on this godforsaken planet, why the heck it's him?

"Arghhhh!" I groaned aloud, stomping away in frustration. Every step felt like a war between my heart and my mind.

I reached my car, yanked the door open, and sank into the seat. My body betrayed me, buzzing with feelings I didn't want to name. I clenched the steering wheel, my emotions a chaotic mess.

I was frustrated, confused, and, above all, scared. Scared of the way my body seemed to react to him. Scared of feelings I couldn't explain. And scared of the possibility - however faint - that I might actually feel something for him.

"No," I whispered to myself, shaking my head. This is not love. This is not even like.

It was just... infuriating.

Over the next few days, I desperately tried to kill him in many different ways, as though my life was at stake. But no matter what I did, nothing worked.

Failure after failure only fueled my frustration. It was maddening. If brute force wouldn't work, then it was time for a change in tactics.

Adapt and conquer, I thought grimly.

So, I did what I always do best: gather information. This should have been my first step, as it always is with others.

First, I collect every scrap of intel , then I execute the plan. But with him? Oh no, I had let my emotions cloud my judgment. That wouldn't happen again.

With meticulous effort, I began digging. Bit by bit, I unearthed fragments of his life. But it wasn't enough. These crumbs wouldn't destroy him. No, I needed more. I needed something deeper, darker, something buried so far down that even he might have forgotten about it

I smirked to myself. Everyone has a place where they hide their secrets and I know exactly where to look.

A thrill coursed through me as I envisioned him on his knees, begging for forgiveness. Oh, how sweet that moment would be.

My eyes gleamed with a sinister intent as my plan began to take shape. The thought of finally seeing him fall sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a wicked sense of excitement.

The game was on. And I was ready to play.

"Bring it on," I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with possibilities. He would soon learn what it means to cross me, AKANSHA GAUR DESHMUKH.

I was in Sir's car at the time, with him driving and me seated in the passenger seat to his left.

We were returning from a business trip, and it was quite late at night. My eyes were struggling to stay open, but I was determined not to fall asleep.

To keep myself alert, I had been making conversation with Sir, though my words were occasionally interrupted by yawns and drooping eyelids.

As I fought against the heaviness in my eyes, I sensed something and turned to look at Sir. To my surprise, I found him chuckling softly, his shoulders slightly shaking.

Confused, I asked, “Um, what’s so funny, Sir? Why are you laughing?” He shook his head slightly, his lips quirking upward. “Nothing,” he replied, though the laughter remained in his tone.

I tilted my head, unconvinced. “But what happened? You couldn't just laugh for no reason.” He shrugged, his amusement unwavering. “Really, nothing happened. What could have happened?”

But the persistent chuckle was starting to annoy me. I pouted, folding my arms. “Don’t tell me you're laughing at me! That’s not right. You couldn't laugh at me without even telling me why. It's unfair!”

Finally, Sir turned to me briefly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Actually, you looked like a sleepy kitten trying her best not to fall asleep. But your eyes kept betraying you.”

(Author : Same thought )

Heat rushed to my cheeks as his words sunk in. Embarrassed, I turned to face the window, crossing my arms tightly. “What do you mean? Hmph! I'm not a cat.”

He smirked. “Oh, but you've got all the signs of one.”

He really enjoyed teasing me. Yes, I was feeling sleepy, but why did he need to call me a cat? I grumbled under my breath, frustrated by his teasing. “Humans feel sleepy too, you know. It’s not just cats. Hmph!” I tapped my foot against the floor, partly to distract myself from the embarrassment.

He glanced at me, his smile softening. “Of course, humans do. And I'm telling you to sleep now. It's going to take a while to get home. I would wake you when we arrive.”

I shook my head firmly. “No way. You're driving, and I can't just leave you alone while I doze off. That wouldn’t be right.”

“It's fine,” he insisted, his voice calm. “You're tired—” Before he could finish, I cut him off, narrowing my eyes. “No. I'll sleep only when I'm home. Besides...” I paused, glaring at him playfully. “I know you'll tease me again, saying, ‘You were sleeping like a cat.’”

Sir let out a loud laugh, his amusement echoing in the quiet car.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "What if I weren't your boss? Would you throw me out of the car or toss the car itself?"

Fidgeting with my index fingers, I looked both bashful and defiant. "Umm... I mean, well, I don't know. Maybe," I murmured, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

He let out a mock-relieved breath. "I'm glad I'm your boss; otherwise, I'd be in serious trouble."

I couldn't help but smile. "I wouldn't really do that to you. You're my favorite boss, and this is my favorite car." He chuckled. "Do you think I always go around throwing people and things away?" I asked, feigning indignation.

He raised an eyebrow, suppressing another laugh. "Don't you?"

His laughter bubbled up again, and I crossed my arms with a huff, turning away. "Okay, fine. Maybe it's true sometimes, but I still wouldn't do that to you!" I declared proudly, lifting my chin.

"Now I'm a good, obedient, and mature girl," I added with a smug expression.

"Ohhh hooo," he teased, drawing out the sound with mock surprise.

I straightened my posture, holding my head high. "Don't you see? Everyone respects me so much, and they all say I'm a mature person who's always composed," I said confidently, my body language echoing my words.

But as I glanced at him, I saw it. Again. He was laughing!

"Dhaatt!! (Damn it!) I don't want to talk to you anymore; you always make fun of me!" I exclaimed, pouting and crossing my arms tightly.

He chuckled, raising one hand slightly off the steering wheel in surrender. "Okay, okay, sorry, my mature lady."

(Editor : Awweee, nice to hear this name)

After a pause, he added, "By the way, tomorrow is your day off."

I froze for a moment before quickly turning my head toward him, my eyes wide with excitement. "Reallyyy?!"

He glanced at me briefly before returning his focus to the road. I sat up straighter, clearing my throat to regain composure.

"Cough, cough... I mean, why the day off? Isn't there a lot of work tomorrow?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

(Author : Dramebaaz)

But in my head, fireworks were going off. Laddoos are blasting! Wow! A day off means sleep, me, my bed, and my beloved laziness.

Oh, my bed, my one true love. Tomorrow, no one will be able to separate us. It'll be just me and my bed, united forever.

(Author: Haan haan, koi aur tera pyaar paane ke liye tarap raha hai, aur ishe dekho bistar se pyaar kar rahi hai.)
(Yes, yes, someone else is longing to win your love, and here she is, romancing her bed instead.)

Sir's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "No, there's no work for you tomorrow, so you don't need to come in. That's why tomorrow is your day off."

Feigning seriousness, I replied in a measured tone, my expression equally grave. "Hmm... I see." But despite my composed demeanor, my foot betrayed me, tapping happily against the car floor.

When I turned, I caught Sir laughing at me again.

I pouted, crossing my arms. "Why do you always laugh at me?" I muttered under my breath.

And before I knew it, sleep took over as my eyes slowly closed.

It felt like only moments later when I heard someone calling me. Groggily, I thought, Umm... why is someone calling me now? Can't they see I'm sleeping?

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the faint light. And there he was-Sir-leaning forward towards me.

Wait... what?

As my drowsy mind processed the scene, my gaze drifted down, and that's when I noticed it. My hand... was on Sir's chest.

(Author: *in shock* What are you even doing, Shreeja?)

(Editor: *hiding face with palms but peeking through fingers* Yeah... what are you doing? Don't move your hand, girl!)

Panic hit me like a bolt of lightning. My eyes darted between his face and my traitorous hand.

"Aaaaahhh!" I screamed, yanking my hand back as if I'd touched fire. I squished myself into the corner of the car, pressing so hard against the door that I might as well have become part of it-a human car poster.

What the hell?! My mind was spiraling into chaos. Oh God, what did I just do? Not only had I placed my hand on Sir's chest, but I had squeezed it.

Embarrassment surged through me, and I wanted to crawl into a hole-or better yet, disappear entirely. Why, oh why, do I have to be me?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and turned to face Sir. He extended his hand toward me, his voice calm yet concerned. "Look, you'll hurt yourself..."

But before I could respond, my clumsiness struck again-I bumped my head against the back of the seat.

"Ouchhh," I winced, rubbing my head.

"Are you okay? It didn't hurt much, right?" he asked, leaning closer, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Yeah... but... um..." I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up. The memory of my hand on his chest came rushing back, and I wanted to sink into the ground.

"Not only did I touch your chest, but I also... squeezed... Aaaahhh! Where should I hide my face? I'm so sorry, Sir! I didn't mean it, I swear. I don't even know when I touched your... ummmm..."

The words barely escaped my lips before I buried my face in my hands.

"Yes, yes, I know," he said, his tone calm and understanding. "You were asleep. When we reached your house, I was trying to wake you up. You probably didn't realize where you were and reacted instinctively-like you just wanted to sleep more."

I peeked at him through my fingers, his explanation doing little to ease my embarrassment.

"So," he added, his voice gentle, "That's why I'm telling you to go home now and get some proper sleep."

"Hmmm... okay." I nodded hesitantly, still unable to meet his gaze. "But I'm really sorry." My voice was barely above a whisper, and my face was undoubtedly as red as a tomato.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured me, his tone steady and kind. "It's okay. I know it was a mistake."

I blinked at him, stunned by his patience and kindness. He's so understanding...

But the thought only made me feel worse. What if it had been anyone else? My mind spiraled. What would they think of me?

Here I was, groping the chest of a kind man while half-asleep.

Ughhh, shame shame!

What if Sir thought I was some sort of pervert? I stole a quick glance at him, but he seemed completely unfazed, like this was just another day in his life.

Meanwhile, I was dying inside.

"Oh, I'm home, right? Okay, then," I said hastily, practically leaping out of the car. "Good night, Sir! Sweet dreams! See you on Monday!" I waved as I dashed toward the front door.

I rang the doorbell, my feet tapping impatiently. Our helper opened the door after a moment, and I hurried inside, making a beeline for the stairs.

Just as I reached the first step, I heard the doorbell ring again.

"Who could it be now?" I muttered, turning around.

Our helper opened the door, and to my surprise, there was Sir, standing outside with a slight smile.

"Huh? Sir? Why are you here again?" I blurted, my mind scrambling for an explanation.

Sir stepped inside, holding out a few shopping bags. "You left these in the car," he said, his tone calm but amused.

I blinked at the bags, momentarily confused. "Why do you have these?" I asked, my brows furrowed.

He chuckled softly. "Don't you remember shopping earlier? These are all your things."

And just like that, it hit me. "Ohhh yesss! They're mine!" I exclaimed, smacking my forehead lightly. "Yes, yes, thank you, Sir!"

I rushed downstairs to take the bags from him, clutching them tightly.

Sir smiled knowingly. "You were in such a hurry to get inside that you left them behind. I even called after you, but I guess you didn't hear me."

He patted my head gently, his tone soft. "Alright, good night. Sleep well and take care of yourself."

The head pat. Oh, how I loved it when Sir did that-it felt like a gesture of warmth and reassurance, like a guardian looking out for me.

As Sir turned to leave, I suddenly remembered something. "Umm, Sir," I called out hesitantly.

He stopped and looked back. "Yes?"

"Don't you want to come inside and sit for a while? Or maybe have something to eat?" I offered, fidgeting slightly.

He shook his head with a polite smile. "No, it's already late. I'll come next time."

I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes. "Really? Are you sure? Because I did ask you to come inside."

He looked slightly puzzled. "Yes, you did. Why?"

I sighed dramatically. "I mean, next time you come here, if my mom asks, 'Did she talk to you nicely? Did she invite you in? She didn't behave rudely, right? Did she asked you to eat?' What should I tell her?" I bombarded him with questions, my voice rising in mock panic.

(Author : *laughed* what should we do with her )

Sir laughed heartily, his amusement lighting up the hallway. "Okay, okay, don't worry about it. I'll vouch for you," he said, still chuckling as he stepped out the door.

"Hmmm," I nodded vigorously, my expression serious. "Mom lectured me that if someone comes to the front door, I must invite them in; otherwise, she won't give me food." I pouted, crossing my arms.

"Because I never do it-I mean, I always forgets. Like, why can't they just come in if they want to? Uff, didn't I even agree just a little this time?" I huffed, trying to justify myself.

Sir chuckled softly, his gaze warm. "Well, aren't you sleepy? Go freshen up and get some rest. I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Enjoy your holiday. Bye."

I waved goodbye with a wide smile, watching him leave. Still in a good mood, I hugged my shopping bags tightly and made my way upstairs to my room.

The moment I entered, I threw the bags onto my bed and quickly began unpacking them.

I couldn't resist the urge to admire everything I had bought. Everything was so beautiful. Among the items, there was also a small, neatly wrapped box-a gift from Sir.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, gazing at the array of items spread out in front of me, a goofy smile plastered on my face. It felt like flowers were blooming around me, filling my room with the essence of happiness.

How kind Sir is! Truly, there's no one like him. I mean, who has ever heard of a CEO going to a local market with their secretary for shopping? Not a high-end shopping mall or some lavish boutique-but a local market!

Sir always does this. Wherever we go, he makes time for shopping, and I've been lucky to accompany him on many of these trips.

At first, I was shocked. I mean, local markets are my kind of place-where I hunt for my favorite quirky finds. But Sir seemed to enjoy it too.

One day, I couldn't help but ask, "Sir, aren't you getting late? You always come shopping after work, don't you?"

He had smiled fondly and replied, "No, not at all. Whenever I travel, I make it a point to buy something for my mother."

I noticed the happiness on his face as he talked about her. "I love gifting my mother things from every place I visit. It feels good to bring souvenirs for the family."

Then he added, "For me, this is love-gratitude, even-towards the people I care about. I work hard not only for my mother but also for my niece and nephew. Whenever I give you something for them, it's so you can pass it on to them on my behalf. They won't take anything directly from me, but at least, through you, I can give those kids a little something."

His words struck a chord in my heart. There was so much warmth in them-so much sincerity.

I glanced at the small gift box again, my heart swelling with gratitude. Sir wasn't just a boss; he was someone truly special.

I nodded sadly, processing what Sir had just said. But then, he added with quiet determination, "Still, I don't want to exclude them. They're my family, after all."

His words lingered in my mind. Sir is really so good. His niece and nephew-Ansha and Akash, who happen to be my best friends-often treat him rudely.

Yet, no matter how much harm they cause or how harsh their behavior gets, Sir has never raised his voice or spoken a single unkind word to them. He always forgives them, always cares for them.

It's not just that he's a good boss. He's a good son, a devoted uncle, and a caring family person. Watching him like this fills me with admiration.

Once, out of curiosity, I asked him why he preferred shopping in local markets instead of the luxury malls that most wealthy people prefers.

He gave me a gentle smile, the kind that makes you stop and listen. "There's no point in buying luxury brands all the time," he said. "You can find so many unique, meaningful things in local markets-things you won't see in high-end stores."

I nodded in agreement, already beginning to see his perspective.

Then, he added something that stayed with me. "We should also use things like these. It doesn't diminish your status; it just broadens your perspective. And, honestly, if we shop in these markets, we help people directly. I can donate money, sure. But everything isn't about donations. Everyone has their pride. Everyone works hard. Buying from them acknowledges their effort and tells them their hard work is valued."

His words struck me. It wasn't something I had thought about before, and yet it made so much sense.

That day, I was left speechless. Sir doesn't just think about the people in his company or his family. He thinks about everyone.

No matter what I say about him, it feels insufficient. His standards are exceptionally high, yet he carries no ego.

He's someone I could never aspire to be-truly one of a kind.

And that's why I want to protect him.

(Author : Heinn?) (Editor : Good proud of you)

How lucky his parents are to have such a wonderful son. And someday, his future wife... how fortunate she'll be to have a husband like him.

(Readers : *smirk* Hmm hmm and we know who'll be his future wife)

Sir always gives me gifts whenever I go on a trip with him.

Once, I asked him about it, and he simply said, "Why not? You're like family to me. I spend more time at the company than at home, and I spend more time with you. So, you're also like family, right?"

I still remember those words, and honestly, I like them. Actually, sir is too kind for this world.

(Author: Look who's talking! Seems like this advice was meant for you too.)

At first, I admired how helpful Sir was. When I joined the company, I noticed how everyone sought his help, and he never hesitated to assist them. It was inspiring.

But then, I realized something troubling. Many people were taking advantage of his kindness, asking for money under false pretenses.

They weren't using it for emergencies or genuine needs-they were spending it recklessly on fun and indulgences.

The company had essentially turned into a loan-giving institution, and Sir never pressured anyone to repay him.

Instead, he would encourage them to ask for help without hesitation.

One day, I caught some employees partying at a club with the money Sir had lent them. Furious, I reported it to him. "You give money to everyone, and they treat it like free cash! Why don't you check before giving it out?" I asked, frustrated.

Sir, as calm as ever, replied, "Maybe I already know what they're doing with the money. But if I investigate and delay giving it to them, what if someone truly needs help at that moment?"

I was left speechless. How could someone be so selfless?

But I couldn't just stand by and let people exploit his kindness. Sir works tirelessly to earn that money, often staying at the office long after I've gone home.

So, I took matters into my own hands. "From now on, I'll handle this," I declared. "I'll check everyone first, and only then will you give them the money. Otherwise, your company might go bankrupt."

I smirked, punching my hand for emphasis. "If anyone dares to take advantage of Sir's kindness again..."

Sir chuckled softly. "With you here, what could possibly happen to my company?"

I nodded confidently. "Don't worry. I'll protect your kindness and your money."

With an amused look, Sir asked, "What about me?"

I straightened up, lifting my chin proudly. "Oh, that's top priority. Of course, I'll protect you too."

From then on, I took charge of the situation. Sir even entrusted me with his card so I wouldn't have to ask for his permission every time.

I'm pretty sure I've saved the company a fortune, and I'm proud of that.

Thinking about all this made me feel satisfied and accomplished.

And before I knew it, sleep crept in, and I drifted off, my thoughts filled with Sir's kindness and my mission to protect him.

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 :

The girl glared at her father, her voice trembling with rage. "Why are you still looking at her, Papa? Fire her right now!" She stomped her heel and crossed her arms, her eyes blazing with indignation.

The girl's father nodded curtly, and the bodyguards escorted her out of the mansion.......