𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑟𝑜ℎ𝑖

Ｔ𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 4: 𝙰𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛

"Chodo mujhe," Arohi demanded, struggling against the iron grip of Ayan's men. One of them muttered,

"Sir has ordered us to leave you home," to which Arohi glared,

"Kyun? Mera pedd nahi hai, chodo mujhe abhi." They released their hold on her.

"Aur haan, apne boss, uss kharush ghamandi ko boldo ke mein usse nahi darti. Uske cheap tactics mujhpe nahi chal te." She clenched her fists, her anger palpable.

"I really want to slap them," she thought, her hands itching with the desire to strike. "Yaar, inka shakal dekhkar mujhe ghussa aata hai."

An idea flashed in her mind. "Haan, idea mast hai," she said aloud, moving back towards them. She circled around them, her eyes narrowing as she stared at each one.

The first one had roughly shoved her into the van, and the second one had tried to cover her mouth with his hand. She remembered biting him, making him yelp in pain. "Serves him right," she thought.

And then there was her favorite - the one who had lost Ｍｙ favorite earrings. Arohi's palm itched as she looked at him. With a forceful, random slap, she struck his face, the sound echoing in the stillness. His face turned red with the impact, and Arohi felt a small surge of satisfaction.

Without another word, she turned and entered her House, leaving the men to nurse their wounded pride.The gate and surrounding were destroyed.

Arohi

"Aru," Maa ran to me, taking a deep breath as soon as she reached me.

Maa looked at me, worry etched on her face. "Tu theek hai? Usne tujhe kuch kiya toh nahi, Aaru?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern. I nodded and smiled at her reassuringly.

"Maa, Teri beti Hu, Durga Maa ki beti. Maana ki woh Gamandi rakshas Mahisasur hai, par main bhi Durga Hu " I said,

Maa's expression shifted to one of pride, and she patted my head gently.

" Uske Ghar ka Ek Ek Saman Thod me aayi Hu " She chuckled.

"Arohi," my father called me sternly, setting down his files and approaching me.

"Bacha," he said, caressing my head gently, "Tu jaanti hai kitni tensed ho gayi thi teri maa? Wada kar ki tu Ayan ke raaste mein nahi aayegi. Bahut khatarnak aadmi hai, samjhi?" Baba's voice was filled with concern, and I nodded in understanding. "Hmm, yeh sach hai," Baba nodded, his expression serious. "I taught you to stand for the truth, par jahaan apne aap par khatra ho, wahaan peeche rehna hi behtar hai."

I know how much they care for me, and I don't want them to be hurt because of me. But will Ayan understand? He arrived at my house today and destroyed my neighbor's home. The memory of his ruthless actions flashed in my mind, making me even more determined.

"Maa, Baba, I understand your worry," I said, looking at them both. "But I can't stand by and let him destroy everything. We have to fight back." Baba hummed in response, exchanging worried glances,

"He's incredibly powerful, not just in this country, but he has connections all over the world," Baba commented, his voice tinged with worry. "Ayan Agnivanshi is not someone to be underestimated. His influence reaches far and wide, and he's not afraid to use it to get what he wants."

As we walked into the hall, the weight of his words hung in the air. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. Ayan's reach seemed limitless, and the thought of going up against him filled me with a sense of dread.

"But what good is all that power if it's used to harm others?" I questioned, voicing my thoughts aloud. "Just because he can manipulate people and bend the rules doesn't make it right, Am I right baba"

Baba paused, his expression troubled. "I understand your concern, Arohi. But sometimes, it's wiser to step back when dealing with someone as dangerous as Ayan. We must prioritize our safety above all else."

His words struck a chord within me, reminding me of the importance of caution in the face of adversity. However, a part of me refused to back down,

"Main tere liye paani laati hoon," Maa said, heading to the kitchen. I nodded and glanced at the papers on the table.

"What is this, Baba?" I asked, picking them up. They were property documents.

"Ayan?" I frowned upon seeing his name.

" Haan, Aru... we'll have to leave this house. I understand that Ayan's actions are not acceptable, but this situation arose because of Salam bhai's negligence. He received the notice two months ago, but failed to inform us," Baba explained, his tone carrying a mix of regret.

"This notice is a legal document that requires us to vacate the premises within a specified period," Baba continued, his voice somber yet informative. "While Ayan's tactics may be ruthless, we must abide by the law and take the necessary steps to protect our interests" I nodded,

" We must focus on finding a solution that ensures our safety and security," Baba concluded, his gaze meeting mine with a reassuring strength.

"So, does that mean we have to leave this home?" I asked, feeling a sinking sensation in my stomach. I didn't want to leave this place.

"I'm sorry to say this, but we don't have much choice. Nobody is willing to go against Ayan. And even if we file a case, what evidence can we present in court? Ayan is so influential, he can corrupt anyone," Baba said, patting my shoulders. I couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over me as I looked down, with the harsh reality of our situation.

"Don't be sad, Mein hu na? I will manage. Abhi ke liye hum Dhruv dada ke ghar mein rahenge," he said. Hearing Dhruv chacha's name made my face light up.

"Dhruv chacha ke yahan?" I asked excitedly as Maa handed me a glass of water.

"Haan, Anjali bhabhi toh kabse keh rahi thi unke yahan aane ko, par hum mana karte rahe," Maa said. I couldn't believe we were going to live with Chacha, Chachi, and my cousins, Pragya and Kajol.

"Aur haan, packing shuru kar de. Kaal hi ja rahe hain," Maa said. I nodded eagerly and headed to my room.

I looked around my well-decorated room. I had lived here since I was a child, and I would miss this room and the memories it held. Despite my sadness, I was also looking forward to living with Chacha, Chachi, and my cousins.

As I started packing, I thought about the cute moments with my family and the new memories we would create. Although leaving this home was difficult, I felt a glimmer of excitement about the future.

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The next morning, Arohi awoke to chaos. Boxes were being packed, furniture was being loaded onto trucks, and the once lively house was now filled with an eerie emptiness.

"Maa, yeh sab sambhal ke, okay?" Arohi tried to reassure her mother, but her voice trembled with the weight of their impending departure. She watched as their belongings were loaded onto the truck, each item a reminder of the life they were leaving behind.

As the house gradually emptied, Arohi couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Memories of family dinners, laughter-filled evenings, and quiet moments spent together flooded her mind, each one a precious treasure she would carry with her.

"Whose phone is ringing?" Arohi's attention was drawn to her phone, which was buzzing incessantly. When she saw Preeti's name flashing on the screen, she quickly answered the call, her heart racing with apprehension.

"Tu jaldi office aa, bahut bada kand hua hai yahaan, jaldi," Preeti's urgent voice echoed through the phone, sending a chill down Arohi's spine. Panic surged within her as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"Maa, I'll be back soon, kuch urgent ho gaya hai," Arohi called out as she rushed out of the house, her mind racing with questions and concerns. She hopped onto her Scooty and sped off towards the office, bracing herself for whatever chaos awaited her there.

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"What's happening here?" Arohi asked Preeti, her voice filled with concern, as she surveyed the bustling crowds both inside and outside the building, which included members of the media.

"What's going on?" Arohi asked again, turning to Preeti for answers. Preeti leaned in closer to her ear, her expression grave.

"Arohi, our company is being shut down, and Rajveer has been arrested by the police," Preeti whispered urgently. Arohi's brows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events.

"Shut down? Why? How is this even possible?" Arohi's mind raced with questions, mirroring Preeti's own confusion and disbelief.

"They're saying someone has bought out the company," Preeti explained, her tone tinged with disbelief.

"Bought out?" Arohi muttered incredulously, her thoughts reeling from the shocking revelation. As tension hung heavy in the air, all eyes turned towards the entrance of the ATR building, where a luxurious Roll-Royce phantom had just pulled up.

Arohi's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the intimidating figures surrounding the vehicle. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The arrival of Ayan, sent a wave of murmurs rippling through the crowd, like a distant thunderstorm gathering momentum.

"What's he doing here?"

"Isn't that Ayan Agnivanshi?"

"I've heard stories about him. He's trouble."

"Arohi, he's so intimidating," Preeti whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing murmur of voices.

As the tension in the air thickened, the crowd instinctively began to back away, creating a clear path for Ayan's advance. Preeti, sensing the unease, urged Arohi to retreat.

"Arohi, let's get out of here," she whispered urgently, but Arohi remained rooted to the spot, her expression resolute as she awaited Ayan's approach.

"Miss Arohi," he greeted, removing his shades and offering her a smile that seemed laced with more malice than warmth. Despite the tension in the air, she mirrored his smile with equal composure.

"So, how do you like it?" he inquired, leaning in closer to her, his gaze piercing. Arohi averted her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.

Arohi couldn't help but scoff at Ayan's cheap tactics. " Waah, Ayan, you really outdid yourself this time. Yesa Bakwas Kaam Karne Ke Liye itna hi Bakwas Dimaag chahiye "

Ayan chuckled condescendingly, his gaze icy. "Is that so, Arohi? I'd be careful if I were you. You might hurt my fragile ego with your biting sarcasm."

Arohi rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, mujhe tumhare komal bhavnao ko thes pahuchane ka man nahi hai, Ayan. After all, I'm sure your ego is the only thing bigger than your bank account."

Ayan's smirk widened, his tone dripping with mock admiration. "Ah, Arohi, always quick with the insults. I must admit, it's almost impressive how you manage to combine arrogance and cluelessness in one neat package."

Arohi scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly. "Well, Ayan, if anyone knows about arrogance and cluelessness, it's certainly you "

Their exchange continued, the sarcastic battle of wits that only seemed to fuel the fire of their mutual disdain. "Cutting it Short" motioning to his secretary to hand him a file.

"Ah, yes, this company is now belongs to the great and mighty Ayan Agnivanshi," he announced pompously, as if he expected a round of applause. Arohi, however, remained unfazed, rolling her eyes at him.

"Oh, Waah" Arohi quipped sarcastically. "I'm sure the world will sleep better knowing you've conquered yet another business, Out of Manipulation"

Ayan shot her a glance before continuing his monologue. "You see, I had no choice in the matter. This lowly media company dared to challenge my supremacy by attempting to expose my secrets. But alas, they underestimated the Intelligence of Ayan Agnivanshi."

Arohi couldn't help but scoff at his melodramatic speech. "Haan, unko kaise samajh aata, tumhare chatur Gamandi Dimaag"

As Ayan tightened his grip on her hand, Arohi's eyes narrowed in defiance. "Ah, the audacity of this girl," he declared dramatically, as if he were the hero of his own twisted story. "To challenge me, the almighty Ayan Agnivanshi."

Arohi shot him a withering glare, her sarcasm dripping like honey. "Oh, forgive me for not trembling in fear at the thought of your greatness."

With a frustrated growl, Ayan released her, his attempt at dominance falling flat. The room buzzed with tension, a palpable clash between Arohi's unwavering defiance and Ayan's fragile ego.

"Now, I don't usually praise my enemies, but I have to hand it to her," Ayan remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Hats off to Miss Arohi, she's got guts," he added with a fake smile as Arohi approached him.

"What are you doing, Ayan? Look---" Arohi began, pointing her finger at him.

"Boss, I seem to be your boss, so take my name with a little respect," Arohi retorted, rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Respect? I'd give that to a cockroach before I'd give it to you," Ayan sneered, glaring at Arohi before mercilessly squashing a cockroach that crossed their path.

"You compared me to a cockroach?" Arohi replied, her confidence unwavering. "Why so offended? Oh, my apologies. Is the cockroach your uncle? I didn't realize, Mr. Agnivanshi. I must have missed that in your family bio-data," she added, a mocking grin plastered across her face.

Ayan shook his head in frustration. "Come on, it's not worth it. You're not even worthy of being my enemy," he exclaimed, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

As the crowd gathered around them, tensions rising, Arohi brushed off her hands with a smirk. "You play dirty, Ayan. I stick to the facts," she retorted, before adding, "Don't worry, truth always prevails, even for the stepson of a cockroach."

Ayan clenched his jaw, his fists trembling with suppressed rage, but Abhi held him back, preventing him from unleashing his fury.

"Control, boss," he muttered under his breath, his usual bravado momentarily subdued.

"What's wrong? Apke bolti kyu bandh hogaya boss?" Arohi quipped, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"You- he yelled, but Arohi remained unfazed.

"Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention, I'll leave my registration letter in your office," she added casually, before turning on her heel and walking away. Ayan remained suspiciously silent, a fact that didn't escape Arohi's notice.

"I think Ayan is up to something, Preeti," Arohi mused, voicing her concerns to her friend.

"Aaru, you need to stay away from him. He's dangerous, isske Saath dushmani Matlab Apne hi Maathe par Goli Marna " Preeti cautioned, placing a comforting hand on Arohi's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Preeti. Woh Mera Kuch Nahi bigaad Sakta, How long can his arrogance last? He's just the stepson of a cockroach, after all," Arohi replied with a confident smirk, brushing off the threat as she walked away.

Ｏ𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

"Yeh Arohi ka sach mein kuch karna hoga," Ayan said, tapping his desk with a pen and furrowing his brow. "Cockroach ka stepson, seriously?" Abhi struggled to stifle his laughter, which came out as a cough.

"Boss, ab kya karein is bhootiya building ka?" Abhi looked at the building, not in the best condition.

"Kya? I am going to open a new studio here. Tumhe kya laga, maine yeh company sirf mazaak mein kharidi hai?" Ayan retorted.

"Ayan Agnivanshi sab kaam full planning ke saath karta hai, toh yeh building ke saath kya karta hai"

"Now,don't just stand there like a fool. I want every single company contacted immediately. Make sure they understand the consequences of going against me. No one in Arohi's family should be spared either. I want them all blacklisted, understood?" Ayan's voice dripped with authority as he emphasized each word, his eyes flashing with determination.

Abhi nodded vigorously, his expression serious "Yes, boss, I'll get on it right away," he replied, rushing out of the room to carry out his orders.

Ayan leaned back in his chair, his jaw clenched with resolve.

"Cockroach, the hell... Wait a minute, why am I offended by her... Idiot?" Ayan shook off his thoughts, his irritation evident.

"Coc--- I mean, Abhi," he corrected himself, as if trying to erase Arohi's mocking words from his mind.

Ayan leaned forward, his gaze shifting to the rundown building outside his window. His mind churned with plans, each more devious than the last.

"Gather the contractors, architects, and designers. We're going to renovate this building from top to bottom. I want it to be a shining "

Abhi nodded, his eyes widening the task ahead. "Yes, boss. Consider it done," he replied, hurrying out to make the necessary arrangements.

Ayan smirked to himself, envisioning the transformation of the structure into a state-of-the-art headquarters for his operations.

Ｂ𝙰𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙷𝙸

"Haan Maa, I can't believe it! No worries, I'm on my way. Preeti is with me," Arohi reassured her mother over the phone as they strolled along the footpath.

Suddenly, screeching tires and a loud thud interrupted their conversation. A car had collided with a pedestrian, sending shockwaves through the bustling street.

"Hey! Maa Durga!" Arohi exclaimed, abruptly ending her call. She and Preeti rushed to the scene, their hearts pounding with concern.

"Are you alright?" Arohi gently asked the injured man, who winced in pain as he cradled his injured leg.

"Aakhein Nahi hai beh" Preeti scolded the driver, her voice laced with frustration as he emerged from the vehicle, visibly shaken and apologizing profusely.

As the crowd gathered, As the driver emerged from the car, constantly apologizing, Arohi's frustration boiled over.

"Kya hai? Dekh ke nahi chala sakte?" she echoed her voice laced with irritation.

The driver stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't see him. It was an accident."

"Accident? Yeh koi accident nahi hai, yeh careless driving hai!" Arohi retorted, her hands on her hips. "Do you even realize the consequences of your actions?"

Preeti stepped forward, her expression fierce. "His leg is injured because of your recklessness! You need to be more careful on the road!"

Arohi knelt down beside the injured man, trying to assess the extent of his injuries. The driver hung his head in shame, realizing the gravity of the situation.

helping the injured man to his feet with Preeti's assistance. "Chalo, hum apko hospital le jayenge," she said firmly, her sense of responsibility kicking in. "And you," she turned to the driver, "you need to be more careful next time. You could have seriously hurt someone."
"Sorry, I was running late today," he said, his voice low.

"Oh, so if you're running late, Toh Kisiko Bhi thok doge? Now it's your responsibility to take him to the hospital," Arohi asserted firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. The bystanders nodded in agreement, recognizing the urgency of the situation.

"Okay, okay, I'll help get him into the car," the driver agreed, and with the collective effort of everyone present, they carefully lifted the injured man and settled him into the vehicle. Arohi and Preeti insisted on accompanying them to ensure he received proper care.

"Jyada Dard ho Raha hai?" Arohi asked the man, her voice filled with concern. He shook his head and offered a reassuring smile, appreciating their kindness.

The car ride was tense yet silent, with Arohi taking the opportunity to inform her parents about the incident and reassure them of their safety. As they approached the hospital, a sense of relief washed over them, knowing that help was within reach and that they had done their part to assist someone in need.

"Arey oh uncle, where do you think you're going? If you hit him with your car, it's your responsibility to handle this," Arohi intervened firmly, preventing the man from walking away.

"Let me call my boss. He needs to be informed about Situation," the man replied, attempting to justify his actions. Arohi and Preeti exchanged knowing glances, silently urging him to take responsibility for his actions.

"Don't let him escape, Preeti, keep an eye on him," Arohi instructed, her tone decisive. Preeti nodded in agreement, ready to ensure that the man didn't evade his responsibilities. With determined steps, Arohi proceeded to enter the hospital, her focus unwavering as she prepared to assist the injured man further.

" Ohh sorry "
" Ouch "

"Sorry," the man apologized again as Arohi groaned from the collision. Quickly, he knelt down to check if she was alright. When their eyes met, he offered her a gentle smile.

"No problem, I should have watched where I was going," Arohi replied, reciprocating his smile as she accepted his offered hand.

"Is there anyone seriously injured? Can I assist with your patient?" he inquired, displaying concern. Arohi shook her head.

"No, thankfully it was just a minor accident. But thank you for asking," she replied with a grateful smile before continuing on her way. The man watched her fade, a smile lingering on his lips as he admired her retreating figure.

"How are you feeling?" Arohi asked as she settled into the chair beside him. "Better now," he replied with a small smile.

"Would you like some chocolate?" Arohi offered, but he politely declined. "I don't eat chocolates," he explained, causing Arohi to furrow her brows as she opened the chocolate package.

"Why not?" she inquired curiously.

"I'm health conscious, you know," he replied with a smile, causing Arohi to giggle. She couldn't help but glance anxiously at the door, awaiting Preeti's arrival, along with that driver, of course.

"I can see you're in a hurry. Don't worry, I'll stay here and handle things. You can go," he offered, noticing Arohi's restlessness.

"Nahi nahi, I am fine. I was just waiting for my friend," Arohi replied, trying to alleviate the awkward silence that had settled in the room. Despite her attempts, it was obvious that the guy was still staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Aaru," the door suddenly burst open, and Preeti rushed in, panting heavily.

"What happened?" Arohi hurried over to Preeti, who gestured towards the hallway.

"Woh, Kharush...," Preeti whispered urgently.

Arohi's eyes widened, and she let out an exasperated sigh before striding towards the hall. As she approached, she could see a large crowd of Ayan Agnivanshi's gang.

"Why does he always bring so many guards wherever he goes?" Preeti whispered to Arohi.

"I don't know, but where there's a cockroach, there's always his cockroach gang," Arohi quipped, a smirk playing on her lips. She stood defiantly in front of him, unimpressed by his grand entrance. The heads came and greeted him, but he did not greet them back, he stood still with his head high Unbothered.

"Gamandi," she muttered under her breath as she paused in front of him, her gaze unwavering.

"Tum yaha bhi pahunch gaye?" Ayan rolled his eyes in response to Arohi's rude question.

"Or perhaps I wouldn't be surprised to learn you've bought this hospital too," Arohi retorted.

"Bought something that's already mine? That doesn't make sense, Miss Arohi. And don't flatter yourself, I didn't come here for you," Ayan replied, his tone oozing with irritation. Arohi turned away, directing her attention to the driver.

" Tum Toh Apne boss ko bulanw Gaye the, Kaha Hai Woh?" She questioned, casting a glance at the driver, who had been avoiding eye contact.

" Lagta Hai Tumne Apne Dimaag Ke Saath Saath Aakhein Bhi Ghar Bhuk aayi ho, Here I am, the boss," Ayan announced, his arrogance palpable.

"Oh! Wait, why am I not surprised? Like boss, like employee," Arohi muttered to herself, shaking her head.

" Jyada udho maat, Your hit someone, now it's your responsibility to check on him," Arohi stated firmly.

"So what? What's the big deal?" Ayan replied indifferently. He swiftly grabbed a check, signed it, and handed it over to Arohi.

"Here, take this blank check," Arohi said, scrutinizing the check before turning back to face Ayan.

" Inshaniyaat Ka Naan Hai ki Nahi Tumme," she remarked, her frustration evident in her tone.

" Kisika Life Ka sawaal Hai and you're handing out checks? Waah!" Arohi clapped her hands sarcastically.

"Just shut up. I do not have time for your lectures," Ayan snapped, his annoyance palpable.

"Oh, right, Mein Bhi kiske muh Lag rahi hu" Arohi quipped, tearing the check. Abhi attempted to intervene, but Ayan pushed him back.

"Whatever, I don't give a damn," Ayan retorted, putting on his shades and shooting intense glares at Arohi.

"Gamandi kahika," Arohi muttered under her breath as she tossed the torn check into the dustbin.

"I've settled the bill, Aru. What about you?Ghar Nahi Jana?" Preeti asked, checking her phone.

"Yes, let's go see that guy once more," Arohi replied, nodding as they walked towards the emergency ward.

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"Haa Jese ke app bade ache ho haa?" Arohi peeked through the curtains, observing the lively scene of her family members bickering. Pragya and Kajol engaged in their usual sibling banter, while Chachi and Mami whispered Bloodline gossip to each other. Chacha and Baba were engrossed in their banter over shots of alcohol.

"Tada!" Arohi's entrance caught everyone's attention, and Pragya and Kajol rushed to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. The trio laughed and joked like old times.

"heroine! Kesi hai?" Arohi teased Kajol, who playfully swatted her before turning her attention to Pragya, the epitome of innocence and natural beauty.

"Chachi!" Arohi ran to her favorite Anjali Chachi and embraced her tightly, casting a glance at Chacha, who hastily set down his wine glass the moment Arohi's gaze fell on him.

"Just one pack, Baba," Arohi scolded as she poured the wine, her expression stern.

"Only one shot, alright?" Baba and Chacha nodded eagerly, and Arohi filled their glasses, ensuring it was just a small portion.

"Remember, The Limit," she reminded them before handing Chachi her bottle.

"That's how it is with your Chacha. Pragya and Kajol try to advise him, but no, only you can reform him," Chachi remarked, leaning her head on Arohi's shoulder.

"I'm starving, Chachi," Arohi confessed, and Chachi nodded, leading her to the table.

"Look at this, all your favorites," Chachi exclaimed, and Arohi's face lit up with joy as the family sat down together for dinner after a long time.

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"Of course, sir, I'll visit tomorrow," Arohi said with a smile as she ended the call, scanning through job listings.

"Talented Hu Toh Sab Line par lage hai," Arohi mused, sitting on her bed and tying her hair up.

"So many missed calls?" Arohi opened her inbox, noticing several calls from an unknown number.

" Paka wohi Gamandi Ka Kaam Hoga" she muttered, tapping the number to give Ayan a piece of her mind... The call rang a few times before someone picked up from the other side.

"Hello," she greeted, puzzled.

"Who's this?" she inquired. The person on the other end chuckled.

"It's me, the one you brought to the hospital today, remember?" Arohi nodded, recalling who he was, and glanced at her phone, wondering why he was calling.

"Oh, it's you? How did you get my number?" she asked.

"I saw it in the paper and thought I'd thank you," he replied, and Arohi frowned, not particularly interested in the conversation.

"Alright, well, take care. I'm---" she began, but he interrupted.

"Wait, can we talk for a bit? I'm really bored here at the hospital," he requested. Arohi agreed reluctantly and settled onto her bed, grabbing her book.

"And your name?" she asked, putting the phone on speaker as she delved into her book.

"Arohi," she answered.

"Paper mein hi Hoga Naam" she thought sarcastically.

"Okay, it's getting late, I should sleep. Bye," she said abruptly, cutting the call. She had no interest in him, especially after feeling uncomfortable with his gaze at the hospital.

"Goodnight, Aaru. Remember, early wake-up tomorrow," she reminded herself, setting aside her book, switching off the bedside lamp, and drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, Arohi awoke to a chaotic atmosphere. Her family members bustled around, some frantically making phone calls while others watched the TV with furrowed brows.

"Good morning, everyone," she greeted as she walked down the hall and settled beside her father, who appeared visibly worried about something.

"What's wrong, baba? You've been making calls non-stop, and even Chacha seems tense. What's going on?" Arohi asked, concern etched on her face.

"Arohi, dear, your uncle has been fired from his job," her father replied, and Arohi's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at him for confirmation.

"Baba, but why? Weren't you supposed to get a promotion?" she inquired, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I don't know, beti, but I received an email last night," her father explained, and Arohi let out a frustrated sigh.

"That doesn't make any sense. Did you try talking to them directly?" Arohi suggested, her brows furrowing in suspicion.

"Yes, they said there's some reason behind it," her father replied, and Arohi shook her head in disbelief.

"How is that even possible? It makes no sense, baba. Should I try calling them?" Arohi asked, reaching for her father's phone, but he hesitated to hand it over. Arohi dialed the number, but there was no response.

"It's not connecting," she said, trying from her own phone, but with no luck.

"Focus on your own work, beta. I'll handle this," her father said, and Arohi bit her lip, feeling frustrated.

"Actually, baba, I quit my job. ATR has been acquired by Ayan, and I can't work under his shadow anymore. I have an interview today, so-" Arohi explained, but her father nodded understandingly.

"So you'll be late for your interview. Get ready, Aaru," her father said, offering her a reassuring smile. Arohi nodded and made her way to her room.

"There's definitely something fishy going on. Why would they fire someone like that? I need to investigate," Arohi thought to herself, determined to get to the bottom of things.

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Arriving at the interview, Arohi felt a mix of nerves and determination. She walked into the office, ready to showcase her skills and experience.

However, as soon as she sat down for the interview, the atmosphere felt off. The interviewer, a stern-looking man with a disinterested expression, barely glanced at her resume before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, but we can't hire you," he said curtly, not offering any explanation. Arohi's heart sank, and she felt a surge of frustration and confusion.

"But why? I have four years of experience at ATR, and I'm more than qualified for this position," Arohi protested, her voice tinged with disbelief.

The interviewer merely shrugged, unwilling to provide any justification for his decision. Arohi's mind raced with questions, but she knew she wouldn't get any answers from him.

Frustrated and feeling defeated, Arohi left the interview room, her mind swirling with thoughts of what could have gone wrong.

"What is happening here?" Arohi muttered to herself, feeling a wave of anger and confusion wash over her. She couldn't shake the suspicion that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes, orchestrating her downfall.

"I swear, if it's him again, he'll wish he never crossed paths with me," Arohi muttered under her breath as she stormed out of the building.

Deciding to clear her mind, Arohi hopped onto her Scooty and began driving towards her father's office to talk about his case. However, she was interrupted when she noticed a woman struggling to cross the busy street.

"Hey, stop!" Arohi shouted at a reckless biker, her voice filled with urgency as she rushed to help the woman. Despite the chaos of the traffic, Arohi managed to guide the woman safely to the other side.

"Thank you, dear," the woman said, her eyes brimming with gratitude as she patted Arohi's cheek. Arohi couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she realized the woman was alone.

"Are you sure you're okay on your own? You should be with your children," Arohi suggested, concern etched on her face. The woman's expression softened, and she reassured Arohi that she was fine.

"No, dear, I'm fine. You go ahead, you must be busy," the woman insisted, and Arohi reluctantly bid her farewell before rushing off, her mind still consumed with thoughts of the recent events.

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Arohi's frustration boiled over as she faced the indifferent man in front of her. She refused to back down, knowing that her father's unjust dismissal was not something she could let slide.

"Where's my father's termination letter? I want to see it now!" she demanded, her voice echoing through the room. The employees exchanged nervous glances, unsure how to handle her fiery demeanor.

"We...we don't have it, Miss," one of them stammered, trying to avoid eye contact. Arohi's frustration mounted as she realized the depth of the conspiracy against her father.

"This is not acceptable! You didn't even notify my father. Do you realize I can file a lawsuit for this?" Arohi's voice was firm, but the man remained unmoved.

"Miss, leave this place immediately, or I'll call security," he retorted rudely. Arohi sighed, feeling the weight of injustice pressing down on her.

"I haven't done anything wrong. I'm simply demanding what's right. You know I'm a journalist-" she began, but the man interrupted her with a dismissive wave.

"So what? You have no power here, and besides, your father already fought with me once," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. Arohi's brow furrowed as she pressed for more information.

"What fight?" she demanded, but the man just sighed and turned away, clearly disinterested in further conversation.

As she left the office, Arohi couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She listened intently as the
man made a call, her suspicions growing with
each word she heard.

"Yes sir, I've removed her father, and she's left now," he said into the phone, confirming Arohi's worst fears. She clenched her fists in anger, feeling the urge to confront Ayan Agnivanshi rising within her..

Snatching the man's phone, Arohi dialed Ayan's number, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed him.

"Looks like you've been caught playing your cheap games again, Ayan," she said sharply, her grip on the man's collar tightening.

"Ah, so you finally figured it out. No need for a special announcement then. And how's it feel?" Ayan's voice came through the phone, oozing with smugness.

" Aur Kitna ghiroge, Ayan" Arohi shot back, her anger palpable.

"Ah, I've only just begun my game, baby. Just wait and watch," Ayan taunted before abruptly ending the call.

"UGhhh! Saur ke aulad" she cursed Arohi tossed the man's phone at him, watching with satisfaction as it struck him on the head. As she walked away, leaving him nursing his injury, she knew that she wouldn't rest until she taught Ayan Agnivanshi a lesson he wouldn't forget.

" Tumhe Toh mein Jane Nahi dungi, Ayan Agnivanshi "

Meanwhile, Ayan reclined in his luxurious office chair, a sinister smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in his devious plans." She thinks she can challenge me? Let her try," he muttered to himself,

Ｔ𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 ✨

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