Fighting for my first love

Chapter 10

Upon reaching the mansion, Gagan entered first, followed closely by Sitara. He turned to her with a cold expression.

Gagan: (without looking at her) Bring coffee to my room.

He then headed upstairs to his room. Sitara quickly prepared the coffee and made her way to Gagan's room. She knocked and heard his voice telling her to come in. As she entered, she was taken aback by the sight in front of her—Gagan was sitting on a chair, wearing only a towel around his waist, engrossed in his tablet.

Sitara's Thoughts: Why is he always naked in front of me? My little heart can't handle it.

She approached him nervously and handed him the coffee. As she turned to leave, Gagan's voice stopped her in her tracks.

Gagan: (sternly) Did I give you permission to leave?

Sitara froze, then slowly turned back to face him.

Gagan: (commanding tone) My legs are aching from all the shopping. Press them.

Without hesitation, Sitara knelt down and began massaging his legs. Despite the tension, she felt a strange sense of contentment at being close to him, even in such a menial role.

Sitara's Thoughts: At least I get to be near him a little longer.

As she pressed his legs, she stole glances at his face, trying to read his expression. Gagan's eyes remained fixed on the tablet, his face a mask of indifference.

Gagan: (without looking up) Remember your place, Sitara. You are here to serve.

His words stung, but Sitara kept her emotions in check, focusing on her task. She knew that showing any sign of weakness would only make things worse.

After a while, Gagan set his tablet aside and leaned back, closing his eyes. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Gagan: (softly, almost to himself) You shouldn't make me angry, Sitara.

Sitara: (quietly) I'm sorry, sir.

Gagan opened his eyes and looked down at her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he remained silent.

Gagan: (finally) You can leave now.

Sitara stood up, her legs trembling slightly. She quietly left the room, her mind swirling with confusion and a strange mix of emotions. As she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next.

The next morning, the Chowdary mansion was bustling with activity. Sitara, as usual, was up early, helping prepare breakfast and ensuring everything was in order. She had barely slept, her mind replaying the previous night's events over and over.

In the kitchen, Sitara was carrying a stack of plates when one slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor and shattering into pieces. The sound echoed through the mansion, drawing everyone's attention.

Gagan, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, stormed into the kitchen, his expression dark and menacing. Sitara's heart raced as she noticed him approaching. She kept her head down, hoping to avoid another confrontation.

Gagan: (sternly) Sitara, come here.

Sitara hesitated for a moment, then walked over to him, her head still bowed.

Gagan: (coldly) Do you realize what you've done? Are you so incompetent that you can't even handle simple tasks?

Sitara: (softly) I'm sorry, sir. It was an accident.