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Ｔ𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 16: 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛

( Ayan's Luxurious Mansion)

I stand on the grand balcony of my Mansion. Dressed in a tailored bathrobe, Abhi, approaches with his usual efficiency.

"Good morning, sir." I nodded gulping down my Drink.

"Here's the schedule for today-" Abhi begins, but I cut him off with a raised hand, my mind already made up.

"Cancel them all," I declare, my tone booking no argument. Abhi's surprise is palpable, but I don't dwell on it. My focus is on the task at hand.

"But sir, the day is packed with importan-" Abhi tries to protest, but I silence him with a firm gaze.

"I'm aware of the schedule, Abhi," I interject, my voice steady and commanding. "But priorities have shifted. Find a location where we can convene without interruption. For God Sake We need to find Secret place" His reaction was hilarious and I do know why He reacted such away" But, Boss why? Secret place ? " he asked, I Put my glass down on surface and Tightened my robe walking towards the couch.

"Miss Arohi, She Wants thrill I guess, Anyways just do as I said..." As Abhi nods in understanding and begins to enact my orders, I allow myself a moment of contemplation. I engrossed in Newspaper, My eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the pages of the morning newspaper.

"Abhi," I call out, my voice resonating with authority as it cuts through the tranquil ambiance of the room. In response, Abhi materializes at my side, his demeanor a blend of deference and unwavering loyalty.

"Yes, sir?" Abhi's voice is a low murmur, tinged with the subtle undertones of anticipation.

"Keep your eyes on that Guy, What was his name-Mayank, I don't feel good about him " I instruct, my tone brooking no room for hesitation. "But why- I glared

Abhi nods, "Consider it's done, sir," he affirms before silently retreating to execute my orders.
" Wait, A fucking Moment " I find myself pausing, a perplexed furrow creasing my brow. Why am I thinking about Arohi? She's nothing but trouble-a clumsy, silly girl who manages to Bring all the tornado into my life.

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Malika entered Ayan's room, she noticed his phone ringing on the bedside table. Curiosity getting the better of her, she picked up the call without hesitation, expecting it to be business-related. However, to her surprise,

" He- "

"Ayan ke bacche, Haramkhor. Main toh bas mazak mein kaha tha 'bhoot ghar', lekin tumne sach mein 'bhoot ghar' choose kiya! (rolls eyes) Are you serious? Aakal wakal Hai ki nahi tumme? Ab Tumhara sense of humor toh bilkul bhi nahi hai. Tumhein lagta hai yeh sab mazak hai? Mujhe yahan bulaya, Aur Tumhare chamche hai bhi nahi yaha (fumes) Aur ab tum chup chap suno, Mein Toh ja rahi hu Ghar wapas, Tum koi Arohi Ka copy Paste dhunlo..." Malika glanced at the caller ID, which read "Trouble Express." She couldn't help but chuckle before putting the phone back next to her ear, letting the voice on the other end continue. As the voice ascended in her ear, she settled herself on the edge of the bed, listening intently.

"Ek toh dimaag nahi tumhara? Tumhe Mafia Kisne banaya uska Address doh mujhe, Aarti utaru mein usski, Haramjahde! Tui amake bhoot ghar theke phone korechhish, ki ekta comedy show cholchhe kya? Ami ektu serious toh hole boli, tor mukhe ki jhaadu mara dorkar? Tomar so called 'mission' ke ami keu jaanate chai na, samjhe? Tui tor kaajer kono importance nahi jaano na, sudhu amake pareshaan korte cholechhish! Haramkhor!" She began to curse in Bangla, Malika frowned at language, She cuts her off with a smirk, interrupting her rant.