I went to my office after telling my guards to not allow her to leave my room. She truly took up all of my mental space, and I can't stop thinking about her. I ordered Kabir to gather her details over the phone. I have no idea what even her name is. An hour later, Kabir arrives with the details.
Name : Advika
Parents : Dead
Age : 20
Relationship: unknown
Relatives: Mr Varma and Mrs varma ( Uncle and aunt)
Education: Completed BA in literature
After reviewing her information, I pronounced her name, Advika, which makes me happy just by itself. I was startled out of my reverie by a knock, and Kabir told me that I had to be at the meeting in ten minutes.
I bounded inside the meeting room. However, her features and particularly her gentle brown eyes consumed my thoughts, making it impossible for me to concentrate on the presentation. So, I left the meeting in the middle. I took my car to my mansion. When I opened my room, I saw that she was not there; she was not there. I felt a rise in tension.
Her absence alone made me tight and resentful. I yelled at the guards, "Where the hell is she, didn't I tell you to not let her leave my room?"
I lost all control of my rage. "We have been watching your room, sir, and she didn't even open the door," one of the guard stated fearfully. "Sir, mam didn't even leave the room." He again informed with fear.
"Then, where is she? Do you think I'm blind?" I yelled in a furious voicevoicem
I walked back to my room to check again, but this time I heard someone crying beneath my bed. Advika is sobbing while laying beneath the bed, as I can see when I bend over. I feel relieved that she is here alone, but that feeling quickly fades when I see her crying. "Advika, come out" was my response because I was unsure of how to comfort someone for the first time.
She nodded no when she saw me, and I could feel the terror in her eyes. Now that I've moved the bed to the other side, I can get to her. I approach her and take a seat on my knees. She sits on the ground the moment I approach her.
She continues to wail unabated. I began stroking her, cupping her cheeks. "Don't cry my sweetheart, I won't do anything to you" I called her my sweetheart, and I'm not sure why, but it came from the bottom of my heart as I tried to comfort her. So yet, she hasn't said anything. "Who are you? Where am I? " At last, she says something.
It's not my cup of tea, but I answered her softly,
"I am the one, who saved you in the forest and now you are in my house, I am Reyansh."
She said, "Thank you for saving me, sir," and nodded.
When she called me sir, I heard it with a twinge of sadness. It's me who wants everyone to fear me or address me as sir. However, I want my sweetie to not be afraid of me.
I said, "Sweetheart, don't call me "sir," after clearing my throat. Instead of speaking, she simply nodded. I started to bring her to my bed, but she stopped me and walked to my bed on her own, her feet hurting. As she walked with her wounded foot, it caused me greater pain.
"Sir,"
she called. I was furious at her; why in the world did she address me as Sir once more? I'm not sure when I changed so much for her. She said naively, "What do I call you"? "Aside from sir," I told her. She shouted out,
"Bhaiya"
Bhaiya!!!
I told her, "First of all, I am not your bhaiya, so don't call me that".
I can't control my rage longer. Why the hell is she calling me that? "Call me by my name." It still amazes me that I urged her to do so. The truth is that I dislike it when someone uses my name without permission.
She said,
"Re-reyansh"
Hearing my name come out of her mouth is like being in heaven. Hearing my name come out of her mouth made me very delighted. She thanked me once more for applying the ointment on her feet. She abruptly made an attempt to get up and left my room. Where is she heading now?
With my terror under control, I inquired, "Where are you going?"
She said, "Thank you, Reyansh. You were a huge help to me, and I can't be in your house anymore. I don't want to distrub you," turning to face me.
When did I tell her that she was a bother and that all the girls were trying to get close to me but that she was different and wanted to be independent? Earlier, When I discovered that she was not in my room, I had a fear of losing for the first time and decided that I would not allow it to happen again, so I asked her,
"Where will you go, do you have a house nearby" Be aware, however, that she has no relatives other than her aunt. "I don't have" was her response after a minute of waiting. As I achieved my objective, I grinned. I just told her,
"Just stay here until you find a place,"
she gave me a small nod. I'm aware that I lied, yet I refuse to let her go.
I put her in my bed after holding her in my arms. I can't hide how happy I am knowing my sweetie will be with me forever; I won't let her go. As I carried her, I could feel her face flushing, and I grinned at the fact that I had an impact on her. Even though I don't think love exists, I'm pulled to her for some reason.
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