"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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The open-plan office buzzed with activity as the team worked on finalizing the government project. Anjana was at her desk, meticulously reviewing the financials, when she heard a commotion near the project coordinator's office.
The office floor was a flurry of activity, but all eyes turned toward the confrontation unfolding near the project coordinator's desk. Anjali stood there, silently enduring Mr. Mehra’s tirade about the disorganized client files, files she had never even handled.
"Ms. Das!" he barked, waving a stack of disorganized files in her face. "These files are a complete mess! They were supposed to be arranged according to the client's specifications. How could you be so careless?"
Anjali blinked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "Mr. Mehra, I... I didn't handle those files."
"Don't give me excuses!" he roared, his voice echoing across the office. "This is unacceptable, and I won't tolerate such incompetence. If you can't do your job properly, then maybe you shouldn't be here at all. This kind of carelessness is unacceptable! If you can't handle such a basic task, then maybe you should reconsider your position here in Rajvansh Industries."
The entire office fell silent, all eyes on Anjana. She felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck, but she kept her composure, standing still and taking the berating without a word.
Unbeknownst to her, Hriday and his younger brothers, Jay and Advait, were standing by the entrance, having just walked in. They witnessed the entire scene, Hriday's jaw tightening with anger and frustration at seeing his wife humiliated so publicly.
Hriday watched from a distance, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and helplessness. Each insult hurled at his wife felt like a dagger. He clenched his fists, an overwhelming urge to step in and defend her surging through him.
Hriday took a step forward, but his feet felt heavy. He was torn between anger at the injustice and the painful realization of why Anjana wasn’t fighting back. The woman he married was strong, vibrant, and unafraid to stand up for herself. Seeing her now, standing quietly, absorbing the unwarranted blame, broke his heart.
"Mr. Mehra," he began, his voice low but laced with anger. Before he could continue, Advait, his brother, stepped in, cutting him off with a sharp look.
Just as he was about to step forward, Advait placed a firm hand on his arm, stopping him. With a look of determination, he stepped forward, his voice cold and cutting through the silence.
"Mr. Mehra," Advait said sharply, drawing everyone's attention. "I suggest you watch your tone. Insulting a team member for something that's not even their responsibility is not only unprofessional but also disgraceful."
