Devil's Hidden Angel

Chapter 58: Mysterious person

Singhania Mansion:

At the grand Singhania Mansion, the evening carried a quiet warmth. Ishqi and Misha had just returned home, their chatter filling the corridors like a soft melody. Their internship reports had turned out to be only average, but neither of them seemed bothered. What mattered more was the sense of accomplishment, they had completed their very first internship. That alone gave them a kind of satisfaction, a glow of pride that made their smiles brighter...

But beyond that, there was something else stirring inside them: excitement. Their college days were about to begin again. After weeks of being tied up with internship work, they would finally reunite with their friends, laugh together, and dive back into the chaos and joy of campus life...

Misha: Yaar Ishqi, I'm so excited! College is starting again. We'll get to have fun like before!... (flopped onto the couch, her eyes sparkling)

Ishqi: Same here... I've missed everyone so much... (hugged a cushion, her voice soft but full of longing)

Misha's stomach growled, breaking the sentimental mood. She groaned dramatically...

Misha: Forget all this emotional talk. I'm starving!...

Just then, a voice echoed from behind them, playful, exaggerated, almost theatrical...

Voice: Arre, someone help this poor soul, please!...

Both girls turned around, startled. Standing there was Mihir, surrounded by a mountain of luggage. He was the kind of person who could never travel light. Wherever he went, it was as if he carried his entire wardrobe along. Suitcases, bags, boxes, he looked like he was moving into the mansion permanently...

Misha: Why do you always carry so much stuff?... (wrinkled her nose, muttering with mock irritation)

Ishqi: Seriously, you're worse than girls with all your tantrums... (joined in, teasing him with a mischievous grin)

Mihir: You two are so cruel! A poor guy comes all the way here, and instead of helping, you're making fun of him!... (clutched his chest as if wounded, putting on a full drama performance)

Misha: Idiot... (rolled her eyes and whispered under her breath)

Despite their teasing, the girls eventually helped him. Together, they dragged his endless luggage inside, even calling a worker to shift everything into Mihir's room. Finally, Mihir collapsed onto the sofa, stretching out like a king on his throne...

Mihir: Now, will someone at least offer water to this tired man?... (he demanded, his tone dripping with mock royalty)

But neither Ishqi nor Misha paid him any attention. Without a word, they disappeared into their rooms to freshen up, leaving Mihir sitting there, mouth open in disbelief, staring after them...

After ignoring Mihir, both Ishqi and Misha went straight into Misha's room. The moment they entered, their excitement took over, they began dancing happily, unable to contain their joy. Tomorrow, their college would reopen, and they would finally return to that lively environment filled with friends, laughter, and fun...

But after a few minutes of dancing, their energy started to fade. Both of them grew tired, their breathing became heavy, and they sat down on the bed to catch their breath...

Misha: You know, Ishqi, today when we got our average report, bhai didn't say anything in front of everyone. But I feel like once we're home, he might scold us badly... (suddenly remembering)

Ishqi: Yaar, you've completely ruined my good mood now. I'll be stuck worrying about this tension all night. And you'll probably escape easily, but what about me?... (groaning, putting her hand on her head)