The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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"Sir, why don't you ask Shirina how she did she even get hold of this file? I think she has stolen it because this work can't be done by an outsider," one of the gathered employees intervenes, putting forward his suggestion.
"Her loyalty is beyond question to me. She isn't going to answer anything or anyone," Abhyudit breaks his silence, his expression glacial, his unwavering gaze fixed on her.
The room seems to spin around Shirina, the tension only escalating. She was stunned for an instant hearing Abhyudit, but before she could process the weight of his words, Anika was quick to react, catching others off guard as well.
"It wouldn't have been the same if someone else was in place, sir. How can you trust her blindly? You yourself saw her with Mr. Sharma, right?" Anika asks, her tone rebellious. She says conclusively, "The proof speaks for itself. She isn't as innocent as you think."
"Stop it, Anika. You are responsible because you sent me here with this file," Shirina couldn't help but snap at her.
However, Anika was already prepared to defy. "Do you really think anyone would take your fake story seriously? A girl like you can either work on charming her boss, or sell her dignity."
Just as she was about to spit more venom, a booming voice shuts her up.
"Enough of your rubbish!" Abhyudit seethes, his jaw clenched, and expression beyond furious. "The girl you are talking about is my fiancée. I know exactly who she is, and no proof is needed to convince me otherwise."
He declares out loud, his piercing gaze challenging every person present there. Everyone falls silent, absorbing the revelation. A wave of mixed reactions fills the air, with whispers and gasps spreading.
No one dares to raise their voice against him, not about the girl whose name was frequently linked with his in office gossip, but about a personal tie that binds them — a bond soon to be formalized in marriage.
His statement hangs heavy with an unspoken understanding thickening the air. She was no ordinary employee. She was supposed to be regarded with respect, her name spoken with caution.
A threat looms in his words as he adds, "A word more about her, and you will be facing the worst sooner than you expect."
Shirina stares at Abhyudit without blinking, numb, her mind a haze. One moment, she was looking at him expectantly, hoping he would trust her. Now that he did, she should have felt relieved, but instead, she stood dumbstruck, rooted in disbelief.
Was he truly standing up for her, or there was something more beneath the surface? She fails to comprehend most of the things, including his intentions. The silence was oppressive, heavy with questions and implications.
Anika, on the other hand, whose face had drained of colors, was consumed by fear—fear for her job, and the consequences awaiting her. She tries to speak in her defense, but nothing comes out of her mouth.
