𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

Ayan got stabbed

Ayan and his team, along with Arohi, gathered around the table, deep in discussion about how to capture the man who had tried to harm her. The room buzzed with tension and meticulous planning until Arohi suddenly whined, breaking the focus.

"Arghhhhhh!"

The sound pulled everyone's attention, and Ayan, seated across from her, leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes narrowed as he spoke in a low, measured tone. "What's wrong now, madam?"

Arohi crossed her arms and poked her cheek in frustration. "You already know who he is, don't you? Just give me the information! I'll go and catch him myself. Honestly, you all are such cowards. So much planning just to capture this chummu? Seriously? Who even made you guys mafia?"

Her words hung in the air, a mix of sass and challenge, leaving the team momentarily stunned. Ayan's lips twitched as if suppressing a smirk, but his gaze darkened, clearly not amused by her provocation.

"It's not that easy, Arohi," Abhi interjected, sliding a glass of water across the table to her.

Arohi rolled her eyes but took the glass, gulping down the water with an exaggerated sigh. She set it down with a clink and leaned back, her expression skeptical.

"Are we really going to do all this?" she asked, her tone dripping with disbelief as she gestured at the plans laid out before them.

Ayan, unfazed by her antics, met her gaze with a calm yet firm nod. "Yes, we are," he replied, his voice steady, leaving no room for argument.

Arohi groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "Ugh, fine! But if this chummu slips away after all this drama, I'm going to personally teach him a lesson!"

Ayan's lips quirked into a slight smirk, but his eyes stayed sharp. "Noted, madam. But for now, stick to the plan." arohi rolls her eyes,

"Go and rest for now," Ayan instructed, his tone dismissive but calm. "We're kicking off this mission in the evening. Until then, I'll take a break..." He glanced at Abhi. "Bring me my cigar."

Stretching lazily, Ayan stood up, rolling his shoulders. As he moved, his gaze dropped to Arohi, catching the odd expression on her face. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I don't want to go home," she admitted, folding her arms with a huff. "Maa won't let me leave again if I do."

Ayan chuckled, the sound low and deep. "You can rest here, at my place," he said casually, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Arohi sneered at his retreating back, irritation flickering across her face. She stood up abruptly, muttering under her breath. "Rest here? As if this is some cozy vacation spot." Yet, despite her grumbling, she stayed put, knowing she didn't really have a better option.

The room buzzed with energy as everyone prepared for the mission, their movements precise and focused. Ayan strolled in, exuding a relaxed confidence in his gray sweatpants and a plain black hoodie, his casual attire a sharp contrast to the intensity of the moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Arohi perched on the edge of the couch. His gaze lingered for a moment before he pointed a hand at her, as if about to say something, but he hesitated. Finally, he spoke, his tone teasing.

"Are you heading on a mission or to a party, madam?"

Arohi shot him a confused look before glancing down at her outfit-Kurti. "I didn't exactly have time to change like you guys," she retorted, her chin lifting defiantly.

Ayan smirked, stepping closer. "Uff, you want to change? I'll-" He stopped mid-sentence, quickly correcting himself. "I mean, we'll wait."

She squinted at him, her expression skeptical. "Huh? You okay with that?"