Ｔ𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 9: 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗
Ayan's mansion, time seemed to slow with each echoing tick of the clock.
A shadowy figure, one of his sworn enemies, disguised as a trusted guard. Stealthily, he placed his trap beneath a polished table, a wicked grin playing across his lips as he ensured his mission went unnoticed.
As dawn broke, the arrival of a new day with hue of Sun ray all over his Mansion "Today, we must finalize the deal with the Roys," he declared to his Abhi, his voice resonating with determination. "It will be a pivotal move for our business."
Ayan prepared himself for the day ahead, in his signature tailored suit, adorning himself with elegant accessories, and exuding an aura of power.
Walking down the grand staircase, Ayan was met with the warm greetings of his loyal staff. Yet, the familiar bustle of the mansion, an unfamiliar sound pricked at his senses, stirring a sense of unease within him.
"What are you searching for, boss?" Abhi, inquired, his tone laced with concern.
Ignoring the question, Ayan's gaze narrowed as he honed in on the source of the disturbance. With cautious steps, he approached the glass table at the heart of the hall, his instincts urging him to remain vigilant.
"There's something here," he announced, his voice firm as he knelt beside the table. As the ominous noise grew louder, Ayan steeled himself,
He uncovered the concealed trap, revealing a small, green box nestled beneath the table's gleaming surface. Though his pulse quickened with the anticipation of danger, Ayan remained resolute, his resolve unyielding.
Braving the unknown, he opened the box, his senses heightened as he braced for the inevitable. Yet, to his relief, the contents proved harmless - a watch and a folded piece of paper.
"It's just a watch and a note," he declared, his voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through him. Snatching up the paper, Ayan unraveled its secrets,

" R ? "
He mumbled, and looked at abhi. He walked over and held the paper while Ayan stood and straightened his suit.
" Who's is R ? What's this Prank ? " Abhi scolded the staff and looked at Ayan, who appeared to be thinking back and forth.
" It's not Prank Abhi, it was kept here by My enwmy, He kept it easy So I find it " Ayan commented, and Abhi nodded.
" Who might it be ? " Abhi inquired, and Ayan raised his brow.
Who knows who this mysterious man is?
" Bring our Security team to Find out who this person is, I want information in hour go " Ayan ordered his Mafia soldiers, who rushed to obey.
It Flooded Ayan with Thoughts as he looked at The paper, He balled it in his fist.
Arohi
" Kya Kya nahi Karna par Raha " Setting these files is taking up a lot of my time, and Maa has already called almost 50 times.
" Haa Aayi " I set the files aside and walked towards the dining hall, where everyone had gathered for dinner.
I sat on an empty seat and served myself.
Eating Maa and Chachi's delicious food gives me energy to deal with the work that lies ahead.
" Wese Kajol, Woh show Haina ? Yeh hai Pyaar usse toh Woh do actor ko Nikal ne wale hai pata hai tujhe ? " Her reaction and the way she choked made it clear that she didn't.
" Really !? I thought that it was just rumor, " she Immediately pulled her phone and search up.
" Kyu ? " Pragya di inquired, as I chewed my food and grabbed a glass of water.
" Hamare article ke Hisaab seh, It says ki they were rude to the co-actors so The Directors had to make such decision " I said and chunked down the water, Pragya di nodded.
" They were my favorites, yaar!" Kajol pouted and plopped down her phone.
I was shocked, as was everyone in my office.
" Chalo Chalo mein toh Chali, Ek toh Mera Scooty bhi leni hai " I walked towards the door with my bag on my shoulder, paused briefly to greet God, and then ran away.
I walked along the sidewalk, I couldn't help but grumble at the sorry state of the road, dodging potholes to avoid ruining my clothes.
"Kitna ghaadha hogaya hai," I muttered under my breath, sidestepping a particularly muddy puddle. Lost in thought, I hummed a tune to myself, mentally rehearsing my lines for the upcoming shoot.
Suddenly, the horn of a car jolted me out of my reverie, causing me to lose my balance and stumble to the ground.
"Bloody ghadero!" I cursed, brushing off the dirt from my clothes with frustration, relieved that I managed to avoid landing in the mud.
"Oh, hello! If you don't know how to drive, then don't!" I shouted after the retreating car, shaking my head at the audacity of some people.
"Sorry bolne mein paisa nahi lagta, bhaisab!" I yelled, ensuring the driver heard my indignation, rolling my eyes at their arrogance.
As I took a step forward, the car window rolled down, revealing a guy leaning out, sporting sunglasses and a smirk. "Sorry, You won't mind me again!" He Said...
"Pagal hai kya?" I muttered incredulously as he offered a half-hearted apology before speeding off, leaving me splattered with dirty water.
"Sandh ke aulat," I cursed at the departing car, staring down at my now drenched and muddy clothes.
Sulking, I made my way back home, the frustration of the encounter lingering in my mind.
"Hey Prabhu, jaldi change kar," Maa's concerned voice greeted me as I entered the house. Pausing her chores, she urged me to change out of my wet clothes immediately. I nodded silently, retreating to my room to swap my outfit.
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As I finally settled into my office chair, hanging my bag on its edge with a sigh of relief, my colleague Rehan couldn't help but notice my somber demeanor.
"Kya hua Aru, chehra latkake aayi hai subah se?" Rehan inquired, his concern evident in his voice. I glanced at him briefly before abruptly opening my laptop, eager to bury myself in work.
"Kya bolu, ek kutta ne mera kurta kharab kar diya, parso hi liya tha Sarojini market se," I lamented, frustration evident in my tone. It always saddened me when my carefully chosen attire was ruined, especially after putting in so much effort to get ready.
"Tch, tch, tch," Rehan sympathized, shaking his head in commiseration.
"By the way, do you know Ayan Agnivanshi?" Rehan suddenly asked, causing me to inwardly groan. Not him again.
"I do," I replied nonchalantly, focusing on my typing with renewed determination.
"Kyu pucha waise?" I inquired, trying to mask my lack of interest. Rehan smiled and slid his chair closer to mine.
"Kuch nahi, bas pucha," he replied casually. I nodded in response, turning my attention back to my work. These articles were truly exhausting,
Author
"This motherfucker!" Ayan's voice boomed through his office as he clenched his phone and hurled it to the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing in the room. Gripping his waist in frustration, he paced back and forth, his mind consumed by rage.
"Who the fuck is this R? The hell does he think he is, trying to challenge me?" Ayan roared, his anger reverberating off the walls of his cabin.
"Calm down, boss. We're still searching for him," Abhi interjected, earning a sharp glare from Ayan.
Approaching Abhi, Ayan narrowed his eyes. "And how did you not realize that jerk was our enemy? How could you let him join the team?" he scolded, his tone dripping with disappointment.
But just as tensions reached their peak, Ayan's team rushed in, bearing a clip that could shed light on their mysterious adversary.
Placing his laptop on the table, Ayan watched intently as the video played, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive R. However, his view was obstructed by a figure - a girl - standing in front of the camera.
"Where the heck is his face?" Ayan demanded, his frustration mounting with each passing second.
As the girl turned around, revealing her identity, Ayan's world ground to a halt.
"Arohi?" Abhi muttered, his voice filled with disbelief as he exchanged a glance with Ayan, who was speechless.
"Arohi?" Ayan echoed, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.
Realization dawned as Abhi replayed the video, providing a clearer view of Arohi's face. Ayan cleared his throat and nodded.
Retreating to his chair, Ayan pulled out a cigar, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "The clip isn't clear enough. I was merely distracted," he muttered, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
As Abhi pondered their next move,
"But boss, if Arohi was standing so close to that guy, she must have seen his face," Abhi suggested, his eyes gleaming.
Ayan's brow raised in realization, a smirk playing at his lips as he tossed the cigar into the ashtray.
"Exactly. She most likely saw his face," Ayan affirmed, his hands slipping into his pockets as he turned to face Abhi.
"She must be at the office. Let's go," Ayan declared, his resolve unwavering as he led the way, Abhi following closely behind..
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Upon reaching the Junior Media Center, Ayan searched every room for Arohi, her presence seemingly elusive as she remained hidden from sight.
"Where in the hell is she?" Ayan muttered under his breath, frustration mounting with each passing moment.
Meanwhile, Arohi, on her way to print the papers, walked briskly towards her cabin, her mind preoccupied with the task at hand. Lost in thought, she absentmindedly counted the papers in her hand, her focus elsewhere as she navigated the crowded hallway.
*Bump*
Arohi collided with Ayan, who was walking backward, the force sending papers flying through the air as she stumbled, struggling to regain her balance.
In a split second, they both tumbled to the ground, Arohi landing harshly with Ayan falling on top of her. Time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked in a moment of unexpected intimacy, Arohi's heart racing at the closeness between them.
As they lay there, Ayan's breath mingling with hers, Arohi's hand instinctively reached out to steady herself, clutching onto Ayan's shirt.
"Oh! Sorry," Arohi murmured softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she glanced around, only to meet Abhi's astonished gaze.
"Boss, Arohi-" Abhi's voice trailed off as he caught sight of the scene before him, quickly clearing his throat in an attempt to mask his surprise.
Ayan hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Arohi, before he stood up, offering her a hand.
"Shit! Saare paper udh gaya," Arohi exclaimed, her frustration evident as she surveyed the scattered mess.
Ayan knelt down beside her, his eyes softening as he helped gather the papers, their hands brushing against each other in the process.
"Tum kahi bhi yese kese tapak jate ho?" Arohi teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she looked up at Ayan.
"I was just standing still. Tum mere upar aake takraye toh, that is not my fault," Ayan retorted with a smirk, his tone laced with amusement as he met her gaze.
As they reached for the last paper together, their hands intertwined, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension, each fleeting touch igniting a spark of something more.
-Pause
As their hands brushed against each other, a palpable tension filled the air, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of unspoken words.
"Ahem," Ayan cleared his throat awkwardly, hastily withdrawing his hands and rising to his feet. Arohi quickly gathered the last paper, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she checked the mismatched pages.
Just as Ayan mustered the courage to speak, Arohi took a step forward, ready to leave the awkward encounter behind.
"Arohi," Ayan called out, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Arohi paused, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow.
Approaching her, Ayan rubbed the back of his neck nervously, struggling to find the right words. "Actually-"
But before he could finish, Arohi rolled her eyes and started to walk away, clearly uninterested in whatever he had to say.
"What the heck," Ayan muttered, exchanging a bewildered glance with Abhi, who could only shrug in response.
Undeterred, Ayan hurried after Arohi, determined to get her attention. "Arohi!" he called out, his tone shifting between pleading and exasperated.
"What?" Arohi snapped, turning around with an irritated glare.
"Actually, I need your help," Ayan admitted, his ears turning red with embarrassment.
Arohi raised an incredulous eyebrow, her skepticism evident as she tapped her foot impatiently. "Did I hear that right? You need my help?" she quipped, with drip of sarcasm.
Ayan nodded, "huh!" With a dismissive wave of her hand, Arohi turned to leave, flipping her hair dramatically. "No thanks, ask someone else," she retorted, her tone dripping with sass.
Frustrated, Ayan cursed under his breath, watching as Arohi walk away with a smirk. But instead of giving up, he followed after her.
"Listen, Arohi! AROHI!" he called out desperately, but she ignored him as if she were listening to loud music, leaving him to chase after her in vain.
Finally, as Ayan halted in defeat, he couldn't help but wonder aloud to Abhi, "Why is she... however she is? Why is she like that?" They both shrugged in bewilderment, watching as Arohi casually resumed her work as if nothing had happened.
"God damn this girl," Ayan muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief before strutting away.
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As Arohi finished her last article and prepared to leave for the day, she found herself surrounded by an unusual silence in the office.
"Where did everyone go?" she muttered to herself, scanning the empty room.
Shrugging it off, she began packing her belongings into her bag, ready to head home. But before she could make it to the door, she was abruptly stopped by two men who grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving.
"What the hell?" Arohi exclaimed, her irritation evident as she struggled against their grip.
Her annoyance only grew when she saw Ayan enter the room and push a chair in front of her.
"What is this, Ayan?" she demanded, her tone sharp with frustration as she glared at him.
"What?" Acting as if nothing.
"This all?oh is this because I refused to help you?" She said Shaking her head, and turned her head away " My answer is still same Ayan, No!"
She tried to free herself from the tight grip and said, "Listen, I do not want to help you. I might help Poor Needy Ghost but not you Samjhe"
"Listen to me first," he urged, his eyes searching hers for any sign of relenting.
Arohi refused, shaking her head defiantly. "No," she replied firmly,
"Arohi!" Ayan's voice cut through the tension in the room "Ayan!" She replicated, Their gaze locked, the air thick with unspoken tension as they silently challenged each other.
"Just a little help, Arohi. And I'll make sure to repay the favor," Ayan pleaded, his grip tightening slightly as he pulled her chair closer to him.
Arohi's jaw clenched as she felt her leg being trapped between his, her hands held firmly in his grasp. Despite his soft words, she could sense the underlying intensity in his gaze."Don't be so stubborn, Aru," Ayan whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in closer,
As Arohi continued to wriggle in an attempt to break free, Ayan sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Did you meet any guy today?" Ayan asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. Arohi paused for a moment before turning away.
"Yeah, a really Irritating one," she replied, her tone laced with irritation, hinting towards him.
"Irri-Hey, listen, I'm not irritating, okay? You're the one who's irritating. I can't believe I have to deal with you," Ayan muttered under his breath, his hand resting on his thigh as he glanced up at Abhi, silently gesturing for him to intervene.
"Boss is talking about the guy who made you fall into the mud," Abhi clarified, drawing Arohi's attention.
Arohi's eyes widened in surprise as she glanced ping-ponging between Abhi and Ayan. "How did you know I fell into mud today? Don't tell me you're spying on me," she accused, her nose flaring in indignation.
"The hell would I spy on you for?" Ayan retorted, shaking his head in exasperation as Arohi retreated back to her chair, a mixture of frustration and confusion evident on her face.
Arohi sighed
"Gosh! I haven't cursed that jerk enough! Kutta, Kamina, Haramkhor, sandh ke aulat, bloody ghadero," Arohi's voice echoed through the room, causing Ayan and Abhi to cover their ears in response to the piercing sound.
"I swear, because of that jerk, I had to walk all the way back home and then back to the office. Ugh!" Arohi complained, her frustration palpable. Ayan couldn't help but wonder, "What is she?" as he watched her venting.
"Anyways, how do you even know I fell into that mess?" Arohi questioned Abhi, who promptly turned to a man lying on his side and handed him an iPad.
He pushed it in front of Arohi, fixing his gaze on the screen.
"Did you see his face?" Ayan asked, his tone serious.
Arohi nodded, her voice trailing off as she mumbled, "He was handsome." Instantly regretting her admission, she cleared her throat and grinned at Ayan.
"But he was such a jerk," she added quickly, trying to save face.
"Will you be able to describe how he looks?" Abhi inquired, to which Arohi nodded doubtfully.
"Maybe? My memory isn't that great, so I'm not sure," she replied, stealing a glance at Ayan, who had been watching her intently.
Feeling his gaze, her heart rate picked up, and she quickly cast her eyes down to his thick thighs and noticeable muscles, mentally chiding herself for her wandering thoughts.
"Umm, so can I go? I need to go home," Arohi averted her gaze, scanning the room for an escape route, and then turned to Abhi, who glanced at Ayan.
Ayan sat up straight in his chair and shook his head.
"I'll drop you," Ayan declared before he could even finish his sentence. The memory of the day she nearly killed her flashed through her mind at lightning speed.
Shaking her head, Arohi replied, "No, I'm fine. I can go by myself," as his grip on her loosened. Ayan rose to his feet and stood beside her, guiding her to the door.
"No! I assume you'll just create another problem, so come with me," he insisted, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. Arohi shook her head, but found herself unable to resist his firm tug.
She glanced at Abhi, who looked away, and then at Ayan, whose expression remained stoic as he dragged her along.
"Ayan, I can go by myself," she protested once more.
"No," he refused, tossing her into his car.
"Bloody ghadero! Hey Mata Rani, please save me from this Rakshas," Arohi prayed, clasping her dress tightly and closing her eyes as she felt fear wash over her. She glanced at Ayan, who sat in the driver's seat, ready to embark on what felt like a death sentence.
Seeing her fear, Ayan smirked. He started the engine and began to drive, surprisingly keeping within the speed limit.
"Thank God," Arohi breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest.
"If you want to die, die on your own. Please don't involve me," Arohi told Ayan sternly.
"And besides, it's your job. I'm just here out of necessity," she added.
"Don't worry Aru! If you're going to die, it will be at my hands but not Right now, Not until you Help me find that guy" Ayan said in a deep voice, causing Arohi to stare at him in disbelief.
Avoiding his gaze, she looked outside, allowing the wind to blow through her hair.
After a few minutes, Ayan's car came to a stop in front of her house. Arohi looked at Ayan, then back at her house.
"Thanks," she said emotionlessly as she opened the door and began pacing outside. Ayan got out of the car and watched her fade inside her house.
"She reminds me of her," he murmured while leaning against the bonnet, lost in thought.
"Anyways," he sighed deeply, then got back into his car in Max Verstappen's speed.
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The bikers gathered in the middle of the road, revving their engines and showing off their biker skills.
"I bet none of you can do what I can," boasted a man as he removed his helmet and glanced around at his fellow bikers.
"Don't be so sure, buddy. It's all in the basics," another guy quipped, giving him a playful high-five.
"By the way, isn't she coming today?" he asked, changing the topic.
"Who? Who are you talking about?" one of them inquired, puzzled.
"You know, that girl. Who else?" he replied with a smirk, eliciting laughter from the group.
"Girls don't ride bikes-" before he could finish his sentence, the roar of an approaching bike interrupted him. They all turned their heads to see the source of the noise.
Within moments, the bike screeched to a halt in front of them, performing a small circle before coming to a stop.
"Who's that?" one of them asked, intrigued by the mysterious biker. As the figure removed her helmet, shaking her head to let her hair fall back into place, their jaws dropped in awe.
With smokey eyeliner, a sleek black outfit, and flowing hair, she exuded an undeniable allure that captured their attention instantly.
"Damn," one of them muttered, captivated by her presence.
"Hey, guys," she greeted them with a sly smile, her voice dripping with confidence.
"Who are you?" they asked, cautiously approaching her. She flashed them a wink before revealing her name.
"Malika," she announced, leaving them spellbound with her mysterious aura.
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