A luxurious mansion. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow through the grand windows. Sitara, a young girl from a poor family, is diligently cleaning the floor. Gagan, the richest man in the country, enters the room, his presence imposing and his demeanor cold.
Gagan: (sternly) Sitara, what is this? You missed a spot over there. Do I have to point out every single mistake you make?
Sitara: (softly, but with a hint of sadness) I'm sorry, sir. I'll clean it right away.
Gagan: (crossing his arms) Sorry isn't enough. This is the third time this week I've had to correct you. Do you even care about doing a good job?
Sitara: (fighting back tears) I do care, sir. I really do. It's just that sometimes it's hard to keep up with everything.
Gagan: (impatiently) Excuses, excuses. If you can't handle the work, maybe you shouldn't be here.
Sitara: (taking a deep breath) I need this job, sir. My father... he's very ill, and I need to support my little brother. Please, just give me another chance.
Gagan: (pausing for a moment, a flicker of something in his eyes) Fine. But this is your last warning, Sitara. If I find another mistake, you're out.
Sitara: (nodding) Thank you, sir. I promise I'll do better.
Gagan: (turning to leave, but stopping for a moment) And clean up the mess in the kitchen too. It's unacceptable.
Sitara: (smiling weakly) Yes, sir. Right away.
Later that night, Sitara is in her small room, thinking about Gagan. Despite his harsh words, she can't help but feel something for him.
Sitara: (to herself) He may be rude and arrogant, but there's something about him—something that makes me believe he's not as cold as he seems. Maybe one day he'll see that I care for him, and he'll change.
The next morning, Sitara is in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Gagan enters, looking as stern as ever.
Gagan: (sternly) Sitara! How many times do I have to tell you? The coffee should be ready by the time I come down.
Sitara: (nervously) I'm sorry, sir. I was just finishing up. It will be ready in a minute.
Gagan: (impatiently) A minute too late, as usual. You're always making mistakes. How hard is it to follow simple instructions?
Sitara: (softly) I apologize, sir. I'll do better next time.
Gagan: (sighing) Fine. I'll be in my study. I'll bring my coffee there when it's ready. And make sure the coffee is strong this time.
Sitara: (smiling warmly) Yes, sir. Right away.
The study room. Gagan is working on his laptop, and Sitara enters with a cup of coffee.
Sitara: (carefully approaching) Here's your coffee, sir.
Gagan: (barely looking up) Just put it on the table and leave.
Sitara nervously places the cup on the table, but her hand trembles, and the coffee spills onto Gagan's expensive suit.
Gagan: (jumping up angrily) Are you serious, Sitara? Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?
Sitara: (frantically) I'm so sorry, sir! It was an accident. I didn't mean to—
Gagan: (cutting her off) Accident or not, this is unacceptable! You're always making mistakes. Can't you do anything right?
Sitara: (tears welling up) I'm really sorry, sir. I'll clean it right away and get you a new cup of coffee.
Gagan: (furiously) Just get out of my sight! I don't want to see your face right now.
Sitara: (heartbroken) Yes, sir. I'm sorry.
Sitara turns to leave, her heart heavy with sadness, but she still cares deeply for Gagan despite his harsh words. Gagan watches her go, feeling a twinge of something he can't quite place but quickly shaking it off.
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