Siya Verma, daughter of a famous business man Abhay verma. She is sweet, innocent, kind and beautiful. A perfect example of beauty. Her father is her world. She can do anything for their loved ones.
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Aaransh Rajvansh, number one buisnesman in...
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There she is, in the bathtub, enjoying the music which I think is loud. The bathtub is filled with bubbles. Only her face is seen, thank god. Still I didn't move downward from her face. Without consent, I'll not look at her. Her eyes are red, look like cried a lot, why does she always bathe whenever she cries? Last time she was in the shower when that marriage thing happened! And this time in a freaking bathtub. She already took a bath. I get it, this is her stress reliever but it is harmful for her, too much cold water will get her health worse.
Suddenly she noticed me, her eyes widened, as she was going to scream, I put my hand in her mouth to prevent the unwanted drama.
I glared at her.
"Ammmfmmm." She is trying to say something.
"Stop wiggling, first of all, why are you listening to the music in full sound that you are not able to hear any voices? Are you even have the slightest idea, how much I've gone insane? I thought y..you would again hurt yourself!!" I scolds her lightly.
I touch the water, I sigh.
"From when you are in this water? See this becomes cold. You really don't care about yourself? What if you got cold? Ha? What if your skin becomes too sensitive? What if you catch a fever?" I scolded her. I can see her face red due to embarrassment but what should I do, she is there in the washroom for an hour. I worried about her too much, obviously my life stayed in her.
"I'm sorry, but whenever I feel stressed, I used to take a long bath. And Taylor Swift's music helps me to escape from reality." I raised my eyebrows at her statement.
"Now who the heck is Taylor Swift?" I ask her annoyingly. Is he one like that bastard Malhotra? I'm fucking jealous of him, I'll kill him for sure. How dare he make her listen to his song. But first, from now on I want her to feel relief in MY ARMS, or she should LISTEN TO ME not some taylor master, I'm going to seize his shop. I will seize his sewing machine.
I'm also a good singer.
"Whoever darji he is! I will make sure that he will not sing anymore."
She gasps and looks at me like I committed a crime. I frowned.
"You go out, I will come." She said while turning her face from me.
"Ok but come as soon." I said coldly.
Why does she always do things that could harm her! She really needs to be punished. I'm going to teach her a lesson that she should prioritize herself first.
