Sehgal's Entwined Fate

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎

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Upstairs, Anamika sat in her sleek home office, fingers flying across the keyboard, glasses perched on her nose. Her focus was razor sharp—editing a contract that could make or break a deal. The dim light cast a golden hue on her sharp features, and the only sound in the room was the ticking clock and the soft hum of her laptop.

A knock broke her trance.

She didn’t look up. “Yes?”

The door creaked open and the maid peeked in, hesitant. “Ma’am… there’s something… you should see. In the living room. It’s... um… urgent.”

Anamika sighed. “Tell them I’m in the middle of—”

“No, ma’am,” the maid interrupted, almost whispering. “It’s... Sehgal sir. And his brothers. And… Sagrika ma’am.”

Anamika froze.

“Sagrika ma'am?” she echoed slowly, standing up. Her stilettos clicked sharply against the floor as she walked out, barely sparing her laptop a second glance.

Down the stairs she came, commanding as ever—and the moment she reached the edge of the hallway, she stopped.

And blinked.

There he was—her very well-built, gym-loving, pride-swollen husband—trying to crouch down in murga pose, knees cracking, face red with both shame and effort.

Right next to him were his two brothers in equally tragic postures.

And standing like a general before fallen soldiers, was their mother—Sagrika.

“What... the hell is going on?” Anamika said slowly, each word precise.

Her husband looked up, eyes pleading. “Anu... please talk to her. Just—just explain—”

Anamika blinking her eyes said to herself
"What does he say Anu"?

“Explain what?” Sagrika interjected sharply, her gaze shifting to Anamika now. “That my sons can run companies but can’t manage basic respect for their wives?"

Aratrika let out a low whistle beside Avantika. “Oof. She’s quoting emotions now. That’s the final boss level.”

Anamika, ever composed, crossed her arms and looked at her husband. “Honestly, I’m just enjoying this.”

“Anu!” he whined. Whined.

She smirked.

Sagrika turned to her with a hint of pride. “Finally. Someone who knows her worth.”

Then she looked back at her sons. “All three of you will stay like this until you understand that your wives are not your assistants, not your property, and definitely not your punching bags for bad moods.”

The three men groaned again, but none dared rise.

"Wait I'm forgetting someone, who deserves a high punishment, ohhh LIAM... "

In the blink of an eye, Liam Leopard came tearing toward Sagarika, the ground trembling beneath his thundering steps.

"You also make my daughters survive like these punks!!! " Her voice cut through the room—sharp, no-nonsense, and impossible to ignore.
"Sit properly on your two feet without moving "

Liam helplessly do as sagrika said to him.

Aratrika watched Liam face the music, a wicked smile playing on her lips. 'Karma just did a mic drop,' she whispered to herself. 'Ye bhi deserving hai… poora ka poora.'"