I hurriedly left Mr. Robot's cabin, afraid he would change his mind and increase my punishment. He is such a ruthless man; jab dekho tab muh hath dhokar mere piche pade rehte hain aur mujhe punish karte hai. He punished me for calling him Akdu Lamba Khamba; I did not say anything wrong. He is overbearing and always angry. Despite all of this, he cares; he may not show it, but he does. The other day, I accidentally damaged his vase. I was bracing myself for his fury when he yelled, "Stop, Miss Avleen." I knew I was doomed.

(He is such a heartless man; whenever I see him, he's always behind me, scolding me and punishing me.)

But he only shouted so I wouldn't harm myself further. He bandaged my wound gently. He was trying to be as gentle as possible. When I tried to draw my hand away from the sting of the drug, he softly coaxed me. I couldn't help but wonder if this guy had bipolar condition. He rarely shows emotion, and his eyes are either empty or extremely cold. But, for the first time, I noticed care and worry in his eyes.

I'm so stupid. Sometimes I feel that my habit of getting into problems will become the cause of my death. I literally placed myself in front of a hungry lion. I thought I was saving him, but how could I have had such amazing luck? Akdu Lamba Khamba was smoking while standing near the window. I assumed the plant near him had caught fire and threw a jug of water at it, but the universe had other plans, and the water ended up landing on Mr. Akdu Rai Singhania.

I saw his new avatar today. He was angry at me when he got soaked in water because of me and scolded me. I thought that he wouldn't tolerate my stupidity and would definitely throw me out. But he did what I never expected; he picked up a glass of water and ran after me to take his revenge. Mr. Akdu Raisinghania jitna marzi show karein ki unmein emotions nahi, unke pass dil nahi hai prr unmein bhi emotions hai. Bas voh show nahi karte. Aaj voh ekdum bachcha ban gaye, aisa lag raha tha jaise hum pakdan pakdai khel rahe ho. Mujhe pata hai ki voh dil ke bure nahi hain, bas thode akdu hain. But main unhe jhel lungi. Akhir mere saamne kaun tik sakta hai.

(Mr. Akdu Raisinghania may try to act like he has no emotions and no heart, but deep down, he does have feelings He just doesn't show them. Today, he seemed like a little kid, playing catch and chase. I know he's not a bad person at heart; he's just a bit stubborn. But I'll handle him After all, who can stand in front of me?)

No matter what happens, he will never stop trying to punish me. He punished me by making me go shopping with his mother; how will I deal with her? I've never met her before. What if she was as cold as her son? Mr. Raisinghania... ughh... kahan phasa diya. Being a girl myself, I never felt enthusiastic about shopping. I am not even sure how much time it will take. I am so worried right now.

(Mr. Raisinghania... ugh... where did he trap me?)

While I was thinking about all this, I didn't notice that I had reached the ground floor. Then suddenly, I bumped into someone. He gripped my hand, preventing me from falling. I looked up to see Advik Veer Ji.

"Careful, Miss. Avleen," he added with concern in his voice, but with the same grim demeanor as his boss, aka Mr. Akdu Raisinghania. I nodded and warmly responded, "Thank you, Veer Ji."

"What did you call me?" he said, his brow quirking with curiosity.

" Veer Ji," I replied.

(Big Brother)

"Veer ji, what does that mean?" he questioned, puzzled. "It means elder brother in Punjabi," I clarified.

"Don't call me that," he demanded. "Agar main aapko veer ji nahi bulaungi toh kya bulaun aap hi bata do?"

(If I don't call you Veer ji, then what should I call you? You let me know?)

"Call me Advik," he responded in his usual, chilly tone.

"Prr, aap mujhse bade hai. Main aapko veer ji nahi bulaungi toh kya bulaungi, aur vaise bhi mujhe toh veer ji hi pasand hai. Aapne Veer Ji ka Farz bhi toh nibhaya naa mujhe girne se bachakar. Main aapko veer ji hi bulaungi. Aapko pasand ho, yaa naa ho aap mere liye veer ji hain." I continued rambling.

(But you're older than me. If I don't call you Veer Ji, what else would I call you? Besides, I like Veer Ji. You've also fulfilled your duty as Veer Ji by saving me from falling. I'll continue to call you Veer Ji. Whether you like it or not, you're my Veer Ji.)

"Okay, call me whatever you want. Umm, veer ji bula sakti ho tum mujhe." He spoke, his look softening.

(You can call me Veer ji.)

"Thank you, Veer ji." I responded. "Ab Chalen?" Veer ji asked me. I was really confused. "Veer ji kahan chalna hai?"

(Shall we go now?) (Where are we going?)

"Platinum mall. I need to accompany you there. I have to handle security for you all." Veer ji explained. I nodded and started following him out of the building.

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We arrived at the mall. Of course, with overbearing security. Kya hai yaar esa lag raha hai jaise mall mein terrorist attack hone wala ho, aur yeh security anti-terrorism team se hai? What can I say, after all? It's billionaire things, I suppose. Vade log vadiyan gallan. Chalo chado mainu ki.

(What is it, man? It looks like a terrorist attack is going to happen in the mall, and this security is from the anti-terrorism team. What Can I say, after all? It's Billionaire Things, I suppose. Big people, big things. Leave it; why do I care?)

When Veer ji called, I got out of my thoughts. I noticed he was waiting for me at the entryway. I rushed after him and stood by him. "Careful." He urged, "Don't run like that," with a hint of worry in his usual cold voice. I smiled sheepishly and said, "Kya karoon, aadat se majboor hoon." He just shook his head at my stupid answer.

(What should I do, I am helpless by habit.)

He extended his hand to the door and said politely, "After you." I felt a burst of warmth in my heart. I nodded and entered first, followed by Veer Ji.

As we entered, I followed him timidly, knowing that Veer ji had known Mr. Akdu's family for a long time. Veer Ji headed to the right, where there were even more guards. A middle-aged woman in a beautiful saree stood under the guard's protection. This middle-aged woman must be Mr. Raisinghania's mother, Tara Rai Singhania.

Veer Ji bent down, stretched his hand, and touched Mrs. Raisinghania's foot. "Khush raho, beta." She blessed him with affection in her voice. "Aapki aur uncle ki health kaisi hai, Aunty?" Veer ji spoke as he straightened himself.

(Stay happy, dear.) (How is your and uncle's health, Aunty?)

"Awesome as always." She chuckled and said, "Your uncle is also doing well." Veer Ji grinned at her. He smiled. Oh, my God, he can smile. I've never seen him smile like this. Usually, his face is lifeless and expressionless, just as his boss. However, based on his interactions with Mrs. Raisinghania, it appears that they have a good relationship.

"Advik tumhara aur tumhare best friend ka kya hoga? Kamse kam uski shaadi toh ho rahi hai, tum kab shaadi ka laddu kha rahe ho." She was teasing Veer Ji. "Please, aunty, my shaadi ke piche mat padiye. Pehle Eshank ki hone dijiye, phir dekhenge," he remarked, his tone mixed with compassion and frustration. I couldn't stop laughing. Wait! Veer ji and Akdu Lamba Khamba are great friends? It's no surprise that friendship is such an important thing. Tabhi dono ke jaise hi hain.

(What will happen to you and your best friend, Advik? At least he is getting married. (When are you going to get married?) Please, Aunty, don't go after my wedding. Let Eshank get married first; then we'll see.) (That's why both are same.)

She looked at me and said, "You are Avleen, Eshank's PA, correct?" I nodded and said, "Good afternoon, ma'am. Nice to meet you." "Likewise. Should we start shopping?" she asked, smiling sweetly. She must have heard me giggling at her statement, which is why she noticed I was standing there too. I unintentionally interrupted her conversation with Veer Ji. I only wish she didn't complain about it to Akdu Lamba Khamba.

"Sure, ma'am. Let's go." I said this and started following her, with Veer Ji and guards trailing behind us.

She visited a high-end boutique. I let her enter first, and then I entered. I stood by her side when she signaled for me to do so. Veer ji and the guards stood at the doors, with female guards inside. Why so much security? I understand Mr. Raisinghania is a billionaire and his family requires protection, but it is still too much. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I'm sure they wouldn't go anywhere without protection, but where is their privacy? They have to take them everywhere, whether it's shopping, vacation, or dining. I just want to get away from their eyes. I do not like being watched. Agar koi har waqt aise follow kare main toh pagal ho jaun. mujhe nahi pasand apni freedom pe kisi tarah ki pabandi. Yahan toh... pata nahi inhone kabhi bina guards aur yeh luxury life ke paar kuch dekha hoga? voh life jo hum normal middle-class log jeete hain jitna milta hai utne mein khush rehna. Apni family saath hasi khushi ghummna bina kisi dar ke. Ehne dekh kar lagta dar ke saath inka naata toh hai, bhale hi naa dhikhate hon, prr dar toh hai.

(If someone always follows me like this, I might go crazy. I don't like any kind of restriction on my freedom. Here, I wonder if they've ever seen anything beyond guards and this luxurious life. The life that we normal middle-class people live, being content with what we have and roaming happily with our family without any fear. Seeing them, it seems like they have a connection with fear; even if they don't show it, it's there.)

"Avleen, how do you feel about this saree for sangeet?" She inquired, clutching a white, glittering saree. "It will be perfect for the sangeet, mam." I remarked because the saree was actually gorgeous and perfect for the musical night.

She chose a couple more sarees and outfits for the event, and we proceeded to the men's clothes department, which was particularly for the grooms. We entered, and she asked authoritatively, "Mr. Khurana. Is Eshank's wedding sherwani ready?" Mr. Khurana nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, Mrs. Raisinghania, it is ready. I'll bring it myself." She nodded, and Mr. Khurana departed.

She approached me and inquired, "So, how is it working with Eshank?" I couldn't help but question, Should I tell the truth? Agar sach bola kahi job naa chali jaye. "It's good, ma'am." I responded, despite the fact that my inner self insulted me and shouted, 'jhooti'. She chuckled at my reply.

(If I tell the truth, what if they fire me from the job?)

What's wrong? Was she laughing at me? But why? I just said working with her son is good; what's to laugh about? She remarked, amused, "I know how boring and cold my son is. How could anyone say that working with him is good?" I was giggling at her response.

"So, tell me the truth: how is working with Eshank?" She inquired with genuine curiosity. I sighed deeply and added, "It's terribly hard. Voh, hamesha mujhe punish karte hain. Actually, yahan shopping pe aane ki punishment hi mili hai." She frowned and inquired, "Why did he punish you?" I groaned and added, "He was smoking in his office, and I thought the plant next to him caught fire." So, I hurled a jug of water at the plant, but it ended up hitting Mr. Raisinghania." She chuckled at my story.

(He always punishes me. Actually, coming here for shopping is the punishment I got.)

"What did Eshank do then?" She inquired, eager to know more. "He chased me around the office, holding a glass of water in his hand. Then he got revenge and hurled water at me." As I mentioned, I observed her delighted look transform into shock.

"Did Eshank really do that?" she inquired with disbelief. I nodded. Before I could wrap up conversing, we heard, "Mrs. Raisinghania, here is Mr. Eshank Raisinghania's wedding outfit." Mr. Khurana returned with Mr. Akdu's wedding sherwani. Mrs. Raisinghania responded, "Thank you, Mr. Khurana." We were moving towards the door when Mrs. Raisinghania turned around and said, "Mr. Khurana, send other function outfits on time." Mr. Khurana nodded and informed her, "Don't worry, ma'am; the rest of the outfits will be delivered to your residence the day after tomorrow."

We left the store and proceeded to the jewelry shop. She is such a friendly person. We were conversing as if we had known each other for a long time. She enquired about my family, and I told her I have a younger brother. Our parents died when we were young. We live together. I'm from Punjab and recently moved to Delhi with my brother for a career.

Mrs. Raisinghania informed me that there is a ritual in their family where the groom's family prepares the bride's wedding dress, jewelry, chooda, and everything else. I assisted her with the jewelry selection. She chose some color-contrast jewelry for herself and her daughter.

"Avleen, how about this one?" She questioned as she showed me an emerald necklace and earrings set for her red saree that she plans to wear on the wedding day. I answered, "It will look amazing with this look, mam."

I felt someone staring at me when we were standing in the store. I turned my head to look out the glass window and saw a man staring at me. His gaze moved up and down my body. I was uncomfortable, but I couldn't create a scene here. I shifted my attention to Mrs. Raisinghania again.

After over two hours of shopping, we decided to take a break and eat. We headed to the cafeteria, and I said, "Mam, what would you like to eat?" She said, "Beta, sit with me." You must be exhausted from racing around with me." I shook my head and assured her, "Ma'am, I am fine." Do not worry."

As I stated this, Veer ji approached and said, "Avleen, Aunty is correct. You sit here with her. Can you tell me what you both want to eat? I'll bring it."

"Veer Ji, I am not hungry." I responded. But before Veer ji could interrogate me further, Mrs. Raisinghania said, "Why don't you want to eat? You were racing around, assisting me with shopping and carrying everything. You should eat something." I responded, "Mam, at this hour, I am in the office working, so I am not used to eating at this time. I'll eat something later."

"Okay, you can drink coffee, at least if you don't want to eat anything?" Veer ji inquired, his voice filled with anxiety, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. I nodded and smiled, "Coffee is good." Veer ji questioned Mrs. Raisinghania about her order. She told him what she would have. I'm unsure how to tell them about the man who was constantly staring at me. I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling anxious because I could still feel his eyes on me. Veer ji asked me, "What happened, Avleen?" I forced a smile and tried to sound sincere as I said, "Nothing, Veer ji." Veer Ji looked at me suspiciously before leaving to get our orders.

As we sat down, Mrs. Raisinghania inquired, "You said you wanted to study further, so what are your plans for that?" I replied, "I want to pursue an MBA in strategic management, but I don't have sufficient funds right now, so I'll do it later. I guess I'm on break." I told her when she asked about me and how I'm adjusting to this new place. She is a very warm person. I did not feel as if I was meeting her for the first time. Mr. Raisinghania is fortunate to have her as mother.

Before we could continue talking, my phone rang. I checked it and saw that it was from the hospital. I apologized and asked her, "Ma'am, if you don't mind, can I go take this call?" She said, "Of course beta. Go answer it." She said, a soft, warm smile spreading across her lips.

I stood up and stepped to the side, answering the phone, "Hello, am I talking to Miss Avleen?" The person at the other end of the telephone inquired. "Yes, it's me." I replied. I know they called me to confirm the appointment, which we have tomorrow, because I am taking Angad there for therapy.

"Mam, we wanted to confirm your appointment; you have tomorrow; are you coming, mam?" She asked me over the phone. "Yes, we are coming tomorrow." I responded, and she wished me a pleasant day before disconnecting.

I turned and started walking towards where we were sitting. Veer Ji had returned and was waiting for me, seated across from Mrs. Raisinghania. Someone bumped into me while I was walking. My black suit was stained with mustard sauce. I looked up and realized he was the same man who had been staring at me for a long time. He tried to get closer to me and whispered, "Ohh... I am so sorry, beauty." I stepped back, nodded, and looked down at my outfit. Veer Ji arrived at this point and inquired, "Are you alright, Avleen?" His voice was filled with worry. I nodded and replied, "I'm fine, Veer ji. I will go clean this up." Veer ji inquired, still concerned, "Should I come with you?" I replied, reassuring him, "It's okay, Veer ji. I'll be alright. Don't worry. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Veer Ji nodded, and I departed to go to the restroom. I had finally discovered the restrooms. I went inside to wipe my outfit with water and a towel. As I walked out of the restroom, someone said, "Hey, beauty." I froze and looked to the side. The man from earlier was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Before I could move or react, he approached me and pinned me against the wall. He leaned against the wall and said, "Beauty, let's make some use of the time." He said this, and I looked at him with disgust. I pushed him away with my hands and yelled, angry, "Stay away from me. Don't you dare to approach me."

He chuckled at my warning and approached me again, grabbing my arms and saying, "Oh, come on, beauty, you'll have a great time. We're in front of the restroom, and no one will disturb us. Give me the opportunity to make you feel good. Just tell me your price. How much you will charge for half an hour?" I was furious. I wanted to throw up. I was attempting to get my arms free from his clutches. He leaned in, his breath falling on my face. My face wrinkled up in disgust, and my thoughts raced about how to defend myself. My brain roared at me, 'Kick on his baby-making machine, you fool.' I raised my leg and hit my knee against his baby-making machine. He yelled and groaned in pain and covered it with his hands.

He dropped to his knees, and I warned him, "Agar dobara kisi ladki ko bina uski permission ke haath lagane ka khayal bhi mann mein aaya naa, toh yeh yaad kar lena. Agli baar agar mujhe yaa kisi aur ladki ko hath lagaya naa toh tumhari yeh sword tod dungi." I raised my leg again and kicked his jaw, and he fell to the ground, still groaning in pain.

(If the thought of touching a girl without her permission ever crosses your mind again, remember this. Next time, if you tried to touch me or any other girl, I'll break your sword.)

I left with my head held high. But the inside of me was filled with negative thoughts of what might have happened if I hadn't fought back. A shudder went down my spine. I was feeling anxious thinking about all of this. Only a girl understands what she goes through when these jerks attempt to touch her improperly.

I returned to Veer ji and Mrs. Raisinghania, who questioned with concern, "What happened, Avleen? Why does your face look pale?" I just shook my head and said, "Nothing, Veer ji. I'm fine." Veer ji wasn't convinced, but Mrs. Raisinghania interrupted him, "Avleen, beta, Advik is correct. You seem dull. You should return home and rest. Furthermore, we are done with our shopping for the day. The rest of the items can be purchased another day."

"I am alright, mam." I tried to convince her, but she shook her head and put her palm on my head, saying, "No. You're going home, and Advik is dropping you off." She stated the last line while staring at Veer Ji. Veer Ji nodded and said, "Let's go, Avleen." I had no choice but go along with them.

I followed Veer Ji out of the mall, and he opened the car door for me. I sat in the passenger seat and thanked him. Veer ji got into the driver's seat and started the engine. I stared at him and wondered if Veer Ji was going to drive himself. He did not even bring the guards with him. As if detecting a concern in my look, he clarified, "I am going to drop you off myself, and I know you don't like guards following you around; I observed this and did not bring them."

I thanked him again and offered him a small smile that didn't reach to my eyes. I started glancing out the window. I was still immersed in my thoughts about what happened earlier. I gave him a good lesson, but I still feel horrible. I just want to cope with my feelings. I gazed at Veer ji for a moment and considered telling him but couldn't say anything. I moved my head again to the window and gazed blankly outside.

I spotted a food court. I turned my head to Veer Ji and murmured, "Can we stop here?" Veer Ji stared at me with a puzzled expression, but he still stopped his car. I know Veer Ji was baffled because I had previously told him that I wasn't hungry, and now I requested him to stop at a food corner.

I stepped inside, and Veer Ji followed me. We sat in the secluded area because I didn't want to be around too many people. I requested noodles with extra spice. I asked Veer ji, "What would you like to have?" Veer Ji replied, "I'm not hungry. I'll just sit here and accompany you." I nodded.

I waited a few minutes until my order arrived. I mixed the entire bowl of red chili sauce into the already fiery noodles. I began eating them. Spice made my eyes water. Veer ji asked me desperately and attempted to stop me, "Avleen, what are you doing? They are too spicy; don't eat them." I merely shook my head and looked at him with tears in my eyes. "I want to eat them like this only." I added green chili water to it. Veer Ji stared at me with wide eyes. He tried again to stop me. He stood up and sat next to me. He exclaimed, "Avleen! Stop!"

I did not stop. I took one more bite, and tears began to pour from my eyes as my nose, eyes, and cheeks got red. My lips were on fire. But I'm confused about how to talk about this with Veer Ji. When I'm overwhelmed and unable to express myself, I do this. I cannot put into words the distress and unease that persisted after that scumbag's touch. I'm unsure of how to show my vulnerability to others. I've been on my own for too long. I can't cry in front of others; therefore, when I have to cry, I consume a lot of spicy food. So, I could say I wasn't crying. I just ate some spicy food. I don't want to appear weak.

Veer Ji asked me, still concerned but with a note of frustration in his voice, "Avleen, what happened? And don't you dare say nothing happened? I know you're hiding something. Tell me the truth." I looked up, and I saw concern in his eyes. I lost control and erupted into tears.

He looked at me in disbelief, his eyes wide, and asked, "Avleen, what happened? "Why are you crying?" I cried as I hugged him from the side and buried my face in his shoulder. Still crying, I muttered, "Veer ji... Veer ji..." He kept his hand on my head while I cried. "Why are you crying, Avleen?" "Tell me." He inquired again, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

Then, after a few minutes of crying, I told him what happened outside the restroom. How that man was staring at me from a long time, then how he tried to misbehave with me. As I told him what happened, I saw his facial expression change from concern to rage at my words.

He repeated, "What did he say?!! He asked you how much your cha... bloody bastard." I nodded and added, "I taught him a good lesson, Veer ji. I kicked him where the sun does not shine." Veer ji spoke proudly. "I am proud of you, little one." I smiled slightly at his nickname. I drew my head back and sat up straight. He was attempting to be as gentle as possible as he wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb. He said, "You are quite powerful, little one. Don't cry, okay? I nodded and expressed gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Veer ji, for being here." He said, "Veer ji bhi bolti ho, aur thank you bhi. Little one, don't say thank you; varna main gussa ho jaunga." I chuckled at his words.

(You are calling me Veer ji and also saying thank you. Little one, don't say thank you; otherwise, I'll get angry.)

He took the bowl of noodles to the side and instructed me, "Little one, you will tell me if something is wrong. You will not hide anything from me. Understood." I nodded, gave him a false salute, and smiled back, "Understood, Veer Ji."

Veer ji inquired, puzzled and concerned, "Why were you eating those spicy noodles?" I hesitated before responding, trying to find the right words to explain, "Veer ji... honestly... I-I was dealing with my emotions. When my feelings become overwhelming, I eat spicy food out of habit. I feel like my pain will be burned in the fire of spice. Mujhe lagta hai ek dard dusre dard ko thak deta hai bhale hi kuch waqt ke liye hi sahi."

(I believe that one pain relieves another, even if only temporarily.)

Veer ji said, "Little one, your veer ji is now with you. You do not have to go through everything alone. Come to me, whatever you're feeling. We'll talk about it. Okay?" I nodded and replied, "I will veer ji."

Veer ji smiled slightly and continued, "So give me a big smile now." I smiled faintly. He remarked, "What a small smile. Give me a large one." I grinned as he complained. Veer ji explained, "That is known as a broad smile. Now let us get you home and make you comfortable.... But he trailed off as he gazed at my arms. I looked down, following his gaze. I noticed finger marks on my arms. Veer ji was definitely angry, and I noticed a trace of brutality in his eyes.

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Veer ji and I are standing outside of my home. Veer ji responded, "Go inside. I'll take my leave." I insisted, "Veer ji, at least come inside." At least have something. You are visiting here for the first time. Veer ji replied, "Next time." I promise. Now I had to leave because Eshank will be angry. I whispered under my breath, "Akdu Raisinghania." Veer ji inquired, puzzled. "Pardon," I said, explaining, "I said okay, Veer ji." You can leave. I do not want you to become the target of Mr. Raisinghania's wrath. But next time, you must come, and we will eat together." Veer ji replied, "Okay, I promise. Bye. "Take care." I waved my palm in the air and said: "Bye, Veer Ji."

Veer ji went, and I came inside, tired. Veer ji is extremely sweet; he's like a coconut: hard on the outside yet soft on the inside. He even applied ointment to the bruises on my arms. He is really protective. I walked inside Angad's room to check on him, and he was asleep. So I simply sat on the couch and relaxed my back. I leaned my head against the backrest and closed my eyes.

Tomorrow is a new day, and I believe it will be better than today. I was so satisfied that I kicked him, nasty scumbag. He deserved it, and I think I should have given him one more kick. Anyway, everything is fine as long as it ends well.

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