Aryamann' pov!

I was extremely frustrated and upset after my argument with dadi..

I came back to my mansion and asked all the securities and househelps to leave the place immediately.

I needed to be alone.

Why the hell do I even have these many securities in the first place?

No one in their sane mind would ever dare to step foot in my lair.

I spent the whole evening in the home bar. No, I am not drunk. I am still sober. Over the years I have developed a pretty good tolerance for alcohol.

Now all I need is a good night's sleep. It's not even my bedtime. But my head is throbbing and only a peaceful sleep could help.

Like you could sleep peacefully, my mind taunted me, which I decided to ignore.

I walked towards my bedroom and found the door open. I remember closing the door before going out in the morning.

And I am sure none of the househelps or securities would step into my room without my permission. They wouldn't even come into this area of the mansion when I am not around.

So, how is my bedroom door open?

I stepped into the room and I heard some shuffling sounds from my walk in closet.

I was immediately on alert.

I walked towards the closet and I saw a petite girl.

Wait?

What?

A girl?

In my room?

In my closet?

Is she a thief?

If she is, what is she doing in my bedroom, instead of going into the locker room where all the valuables are kept?

I went and stood behind her and her phone torch light was on. I saw that she is having a picture of mine on her phone screen and she is looking through my wardrobe with full concentration.

"What are you looking for?" I asked coldly.

"Ahh! I am looking for this red and black shirt of Mr Mehrotra," she said, shrugging.

Did she just shrug? As if this is an everyday thing for her.

Why the hell does she want my shirt? That too my favourite shirt?

I watched as she kept shuffling through my wardrobe without a care about the world.

Suddenly her hands came to a halt as if she came back to her senses.

She turned around and looked straight into my eyes.

She gulped looking at me.

Good. Seems like she is scared.

She should be.

How dare she enter my mansion without my permission. That too into my bedroom.

No one is allowed inside my bedroom.

But then I saw a ray of emotions flickering on her face, changing from fear to desperation to determination.

What the hell is going through that pretty little head of hers?

She suddenly turned around and started going through my stuff again and took the shirt in her hand.

Then she turned around and gave a cheeky smile.

Cute!! That was my first thought.

Damn! You are crazy Aryamann.

I snapped out of it and looked at her in confusion

"Thank you for the shirt, Mr Hotshot," she said and ran out of my bedroom.

"What the hell! " I cursed loudly and ran after her.

There is no way I am letting her get away.

She made me, The Aryamann Mehrotra, run around the entire mansion and at last she reached the living room where I finally managed to corner her.

What does she think of herself?

Did she think that she could just come in here, take my shirt and leave?

Unbelievable!

I trapped her in between me and the wall and placed my hands on either side of her head.

"Move," I heard her demanding tone.

Her bloody nerve!!

"What if I don't?" I asked back in a challenging tone.

"I might kick you where it hurts," she said, challenging me back and with those words I trapped her legs with mine so that she couldn't move.

She tried to wiggle out of my grip which was impossible as she is tiny and I am strong.

Not so soon, kitten, I thought!

"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get inside?" I asked, looking straight into her pretty hazel eyes.

Pretty? Okay! You need to clear your head, Aryamann. You are talking about a thief here, my mind taunted.

But she does have a pretty set of eyes, my heart argued.

"Who am I? That is none of your business. How did I get in? That is for me to know and you to find out. And why am I here? I am here for this shirt..." She said casually, without an ounce of fear in her voice.

"Why do you want my shirt?" I asked, confused out of my wits.

Why would she take such risks to sneak into my house to get her hands on a mere cotton shirt?

"To complete my dare," she said as if it's not a big deal.

Breaking into someone's house and stealing their shirt is an everyday thing for her?

"How dare you come here without my permission?" I asked with fury emanating from me in waves.

Never have I been back answered by someone before. That too a chit of a girl.

And she is getting on my nerves.

"Coming in with permission won't be fun, Mr Mehrotra," she said.

What the!!

I am beyond mad now. I grabbed both her hands and pinned it behind her back pulling her closer to me.

She should be taught some lessons.

She is trying to wiggle out of my grip but the confidence in her eyes is not fading away.

And it is really unnerving!!

"What is happening here, Aryamann?" I pulled away from the girl immediately and looked towards the source of the voice and saw my dadi and mother looking at me angrily, with a surprised Daksh and Gaurav behind them.

Oh god!

What will I do now?

What if they ask me who this girl is?

Of course they would ask. And to add on, she is having my shirt with her.

Arrrghh!!

I want to kill her. I already made dadi upset in the afternoon. I don't want to be seen with a random girl and upset her more.

Okay! I am not innocent. And they knew it. They knew that I have had women in my life. But I had never taken any of them to meet my family.

Because none of them were important.

And I have never liaised with a woman here in my hometown. My casual relationships always stays outside my city.

I have business all over the world. My head office is in Mumbai, but I travel over to Delhi and overseas where I have other branches set up.

"Who is this, Aryamann?" My mother asked, looking at me.

"Ma'am, see, he was trying to kill me," that girl said, making a scared face and I looked at her in absolute horror.

And then an idea struck me.

She herself came here, so why not take advantage of that.

Even dadi would be happy and my plans will be done too.

"She is my girlfriend." I said, snaking my arms around her waist and pulling her towards me.

She looked at me in horror.

"I am no-" she began to say, but I cut her off, before she could finish her denial, by whispering in her ears.

"Deny it. And you will rot in prison forever for breaking into my house," I whispered and she looked mad.

Yeah! That's what I want.

Because I am pretty mad too.

She pulled away from me and went near dadi and mom.

If she is going to deny it, I will kill her with my own hands.

She suddenly touched my dadi's and mom's feet and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh dear, bless you!" Dadi said, surprised by the sudden show of respect and affection.

"How come Aryamann never told us about you?" I heard my mom asking her.

"Even I don't know Ma'am. I asked him several times why he isn't introducing me to his family. He always said he would do that when the right time comes," she said in a fake hurt tone.

Oh God! She is such a good actress.

"Seriously, Aryamann? You hid such a sweetheart from us?" Dadi asked me and that girl looked at me smirking.

Argh! I don't even know her name.

"Not even that Ma'am. He was planning on breaking up with me," she said and I looked at her in horror.

Dadi sent a hard glare my way.

"Call me Mom, dear." My mom told her.

"Sure, Mom. I asked him, why don't we take the next step in our relationship? I told him, I want to get married to him. That I can't stay away from him anymore. But he told me that his family would never accept me as their daughter in law," she said and actually managed to bring tears to her pretty eyes.

Ugh! Again that word. Pretty!!

I looked at her in horror. Daksh and Gaurav were looking at me with the same expression as mine.

Because they are aware of everything that happens in my life and they have never heard about this girl before. So obviously they would be horrified.

"What nonsense, Aryamann? Is that how we raised you? How could you lie to her that we won't accept her? How can we not accept such a pretty and sweet girl?" Dadi asked me angrily.

"That mean you people don't have a problem with our relationship?" She asked in a fake surprise tone.

Oh god! What an actress she is.

"No dear. Why would we have a problem with that? We are so happy that he finally found a sweetheart like you," my mom said.

Seriously?

Sweetheart?

She is far from being a sweetheart.

Oh god! Why did I have to introduce her as my girlfriend? What the devils possessed me to do that

"Love, you lied to me," she said accusingly.

Did she just call me 'love'

What the hell?? I am going insane.

"No darling. I was just playing around with you. Just to irritate you. I didn't mean it, you know." I said and pulled her towards me.

"What is your name child?" Dadi asked with a sweet smile.

"Bhumi," she said, flipping her hair in attitude.

And I rolled my eyes.

I could feel it in my bones that the life as I knew it is over.

The bombshell named Bhumi landed into my life and I could feel that things are going to change.

How? I have no idea.

I saw Daksh raising an eyebrow at me, silently asking me what the hell is going on.

Hell if I knew!

What I wouldn't do to erase this day from my life.

I looked at Bhumi chatting animatedly with my dadi and mom.

She hadn't known them for half an hour and she already had them eating out of her hands.

I could see my dadi and mom looking at the girl adoringly.

God!! What have I unleashed?

I have no idea about this woman.

She could be an axe murdered for all I know.

But she is too pretty to be an axe murderer, my heart whispered in awe.

And my mind seems to agree on that.

Not about her not being an axe murderer.

About her being pretty.

Okay! So the girl is gorgeous.

With flawless fair skin, long lustrous hair and hazel eyes.

Okay!! You are getting diverted from the issue here, Aryamann.

How am I going to deal with what I have unleashed?

"Want to tell me what's going on?" Gaurav whispered to me.

"Later brother. I need to get dadi and mom out of here first. And then I need to have a proper conversation with that girl." I said.

"We will take dadi and Darsha Aunt back to the mansion. But call me immediately after she leaves." Daksh said.

Both Daksh and Gaurav travel across the world for business like him.

Or better yet, Daksh used to.

Before he got married to the love of his life, Ishitha Adani.

Now, they live in their own separate wing in the Mehrotra mansion.

But they do escape to their penthouse retreat in the city.

Gaurav is a playboy, still playing the field.

He is not ready to settle down yet. But one day he will.

Unlike me, he has no reason to spend his life in solitude.

A/N

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