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"Fuck!" Zayn's frustration boiled over as he hurled his phone to the ground, the crash of shattering glass echoing through the room.
"Fuck you'll!" Zayn exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The tension in the room thickened as his menacing presence loomed, a reminder of the power he held.
"Take it easy, Zayn," Reyansh said, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "The team is still on it. We'll find him."
Zayn took a deep breath, the storm of anger subsiding momentarily as he nodded, his gaze still dark and intense.
"Kya Kar Raha hai Yeh Tu?" Reyansh panicked
With a shake of his head, Reyansh muttered to himself, "This guy."
He quickened his pace to catch up with Zayn, his steps purposeful yet measured. There was a sense of urgency in the air, an unspoken tension that hung heavy around them both.
"Zayn, please, stop," Reyansh pleaded desperately as he attempted to halt Zayn's actions. But Zayn, consumed by rage, pressed forward into the Employees' Area, his grip firm on the gun, his target clear.
"What were you thinking?" Zayn's voice echoed with frustration as he seized his PA, who gazed back in shock.
Before the PA could utter a word, Zayn's grip tightened, forcing the gun to his forehead, pinning him against the table. "You underestimated me," Zayn's tone was cold, filled with betrayal.
The PA's hands trembled in fear as he begged for forgiveness. "I-I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me."
But before any further words could escape, His Gun drilled through His Forehead, Pumping Blood everyone, The most Horrific scene was Witnessed By all But it's typical, The Company owner is The Mafia Boss No one dares to speak a word against him.
The gun ran out of ammunition. When that guy finally fell to the ground, streaming blood from his forehead, Zayn finally retreated.
Zayn surveyed the area, his guards forming a protective circle around him, With a nod from their leader, they dispersed to carry out his commands.
"Clean this up," Zayn ordered, his voice commanding obedience. His gang members swiftly moved to comply, knowing better than to question his authority.
As Zayn turned to leave, Reyansh's voice halted his steps. "Why?" Reyansh's confusion was palpable, his gaze searching for answers.
Zayn paused, locking eyes with Reyansh. "Kabir," he said, summoning one of his trusted guards who swiftly approached, presenting an iPad.
Zayn gestured towards the screen, revealing damning footage. In the video, Zayn's suspicions were confirmed as he watched his supposed ally exchanging favors with his enemies, a betrayal captured in vivid detail.
"That is why," Zayn stated with a steely resolve, his expression betraying no hint of emotion as he absorbed the treachery before him.
"Where did you get this?" Reyansh's voice cut through the air, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as Zayn made his way towards his cabin.
Zayn's smirk remained unchanged as he replied, his confidence evident in every word. "I am Zayn Roy. For me, everything is possible."
Taking his seat, Zayn casually rolled up his sleeves and powered up his MacBook, his gaze fixed on Reyansh.
"Dekh! Mr. Malhotra," Zayn said, sliding the laptop towards Reyansh, who watched with a mix of astonishment and satisfaction as the incriminating video played out before him.
"This Will Destroy Him," Reyansh remarked, a smirk of his own forming as he realized the extent of Zayn's power and influence.
Zayn's smile widened, his plan unfolding seamlessly. "Someone finally got it right. Zayn Roy always wins," he said, his tone filled with assurance.
Reyansh placed a reassuring hand on Zayn's shoulder. "What about Rahul? Where is he?" he inquired, his attention shifting to more pressing matters.
"He's in the basement, but rest assured, security has been reinforced," Zayn assured him, already engrossed in selecting the files he needed to review.
Reyansh leaned in, his tone serious as he shifted the conversation to more pressing matters. "We need to discuss the upcoming merger with Singhania Industries. The negotiations are proving to be more challenging than anticipated."
Zayn nodded thoughtfully, his focus shifting to the business at hand. "I'll handle it. Make sure our legal team is prepared for any contingencies," he instructed, his mind already strategizing the next move.
Reyansh scribbled notes on his notepad, his expression determined. "And what about the expansion plans for our retail division? The market analysis reports are due tomorrow."
Zayn tapped away on his MacBook, his demeanor composed as he replied, "I'll review the reports tonight. We need to identify new opportunities and stay ahead of the competition."
As they delved deeper into their discussion, their voices filled with purpose and resolve, it became clear that Zayn and Reyansh were not just business partners but a formidable team, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Damn it!" Zayn's frustration echoed through the room as he leaned back in his chair, Reyansh observing him with a concerned frown. "What now? Everything seems to be going according to your plan," Reyansh remarked, puzzled by Zayn's agitation.
"I need a new PA. I have too many files to manage," Zayn admitted with a sigh, his workload weighing heavily on him.
Reyansh chuckled softly, understanding Zayn's predicament. "Another one, again?" he questioned, knowing all too well the pattern of frequent PA changes in Zayn's office.
Zayn simply nodded, acknowledging the necessity of finding a replacement once more.
"Kabir," Zayn called out, summoning his trusted aide who promptly appeared at his side.
"Find me a new PA, and this time, conduct a thorough background check," Zayn instructed, his tone firm. "We can't afford any more surprises."
With a nod, Kabir left the cabin, familiar with the routine of sourcing potential candidates amidst Zayn's revolving door of PAs. It was a cycle that had become all too familiar to everyone in the officeโZayn's exacting standards, coupled with the constant threat of betrayal from his enemies.
Zayn's phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID, noting his mother's name flashing on the screen for the second time. With a resigned sigh, he cleared his throat and answered the call.
"Kya hua Maa?" he greeted, his tone polite but preoccupied with his tasks.
Mrs. Sanaya wasted no time in expressing her dissatisfaction. "Wah Yeh Dekho Ji, Maa Tum kesi? ho Thik ho? Nahi ho? kuch nahi sidha Kya hua Maa, Yeh koi tarika Hai Maa she Baat karneka?" she exclaimed, her frustration evident in her voice.
Zayn, ever the busy son, attempted to placate her. "Badh mein call Karta hu, Maa...Mein busy hu," he replied, already mentally preparing to end the call.
But Sanaya was not about to let him off the hook so easily. "Meri baat sun pehle, Jab Dekho busy, busy busy," she admonished, her fiery spirit refusing to be ignored. "26 hogaya Hai, Abhi seh Ladki Nahi dekhega? Kaam seh hi Shaadi karle"
Taking a deep breath, Zayn braced himself for what he knew was coming next. "Meine tere Liye Ek ladki Dekhi haiโ" Sanaya began, launching into her latest matchmaking mission.
"Maa, I am not going to see anyone. I think we talked about this," Zayn interjected, his tone resigned but firm as he tried to steer the conversation away from his mother's matchmaking schemes.
After hastily hanging up, Zayn couldn't help but shake his head in amusement at his mother's persistence. "Yeh Maa bhi," he muttered to himself before returning his focus to his work, all too aware that this wouldn't be the last time his mother attempted to meddle in his love life.
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"Zayn yaar, Aunty mujhe call kar rahi hai," Reyansh announced as he entered the cabin, holding out Zayn's phone.
Zayn sighed and accepted the phone from Reyansh. "Le baat kar," he instructed...
Before he could utter a word, Mrs. Sanaya's voice filled his ear, brimming with reproach. "Batameez, Maa ka call cut karta hai," She scolded, not one to mince words when it came to expressing her displeasure.
"But Maaโ" Zayn attempted to explain, but he knew better than to argue with his mother.
Reyansh couldn't help but smirk at the exchange. "Yeah, Mrs.Roy ke samne Zayn ki bhi nahi chalti," he remarked, teasing his friend gently.
Zayn rolled his eyes, knowing all too well the truth in Reyansh's words. "Ek baar dekh le. Tujhe pasand nahi aaya toh han cancel kar lenge," Mrs. Sanaya continued, her matchmaking efforts relentless as ever.
With a resigned sigh, Zayn agreed to her terms...
Zayn
Reluctantly, I nodded, "Thik hai, Maa. Ek baar dekh lunga," I conceded, my tone tinged with resignation as I braced myself for yet another round of potential brides.
"Acha, beta. Tumhe pasand aayega, dekh lena. Main bas tumhari khushi chahti hun," I ended the call,
"Just to make Maa happy, I said OK. I am still going to reject this relationship. And I am not interested in any of this nonsense," I muttered under my breath, resigned to the inevitable matchmaking process.
"Shadi ke offer aa Rahe hai?" Reyansh's voice interrupted my thoughts, his smile wide and mischievous as he teased me.
I glanced up at him, shooting him a quick look before returning to my work. "Zayn, look, someone for yourself. Kitna aunty ko dukh dega, itna offer aaya hai dekh," Reyansh pointed at the pictures of the girls spread on my desk, shaking his head in amusement at my mother's persistence.
"Wese bhi tere piche toh ladkiya marte hai, kisi ko bhi choose karle," he continued, his tone playful as he teased me about the long line of girls vying for my attention.
"Zayn Zayn karti rehti hai din bhar," he said, imitating the girls who were always trying to get my attention.
"Mujhe, mujh peh marne wali ladki nahi chahiye," I replied firmly, not interested in someone who chased after me.
Reyansh scowled as he picked up the photos and sat down at the desk. "Toh kaisi chahiye?" he asked, genuinely curious about my preferences.
"Koi toh hoga?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
I stood in front of the glass window, rolling my eyes as I gazed out at the busy roads and buildings. "Mujhe woh ladki chahiye jiske piche mein bhagu," I declared, wanting someone whom I could pursue.
"Wah bhai," Reyansh laughed, moving to stand behind me. "Aur tu kisi ke piche bhagta nahi, everybody knows that," he remarked, acknowledging my reluctance to chase after anyone.
Taking a cigarette out of my pocket, I gave Reyansh a wry look as I lit it, inhaling deeply and closing my eyes in contentment. "Exactly, mein kisi ko chase nahi karta," I affirmed, not one to pursue anyone romantically.
"Fir toh teri love story dekhne mein bahot maja aayega," Reyansh mumbled,
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"Oi Kutte Kamina haramkhor, dekh ke nahi chala Shakta loude" a high-pitched voice pierced through the air, drawing the attention of passersby. Standing next to her scooter, a small girl unleashed a string of colorful curses at Fading's car, her frustration evident.
"Kya hua behen ji?" a concerned passerby inquired, approaching the girl who turned around, her long, luscious hair swaying like a shampoo commercial, her dupatta fluttering in the breeze, and her jhumkas tinkling softly.
Pee loon tere Nile Nile naino se---
But her moment of was short-lived as the child began to sob, her balloons having flown away in the gusty wind. Dust swirled around, slapping faces, as leaves danced in the air.
*coughs up*
"Meri aakhe, Ek second ke liye toh main character moment hone dete yaar," she muttered, frustrated at the interruption.
Quickly recovering, she retrieved the balloons and handed them to the sobbing child who ran off to her mother, leaving behind a trail of tears and a slapped by mother.
"App thik hai?" a concerned middle-aged man approached Nisha, who was busy trying to tame her unruly hair.
"Behen ji, yeh lo app ke 10 rupee," the vendor offered, thrusting a handful of toffees towards her.
Expecting cash, Nisha's disappointment was evident when she received toffees instead. With a resigned sigh, "Yeh 10 rupaiya Hai?" she returned the toffees to the vendor and demanded her rightful 10 rupees.
"Aur ha, yeh behen ji mat boliye, bahut ajib lagta hai," she added, cringing at the term of address.
Revving up her scooter, Nisha attempted to start it, but it didn't. After checking every nook and cranny, she sought help from a passing uncle "Kya hua hai" The uncle's face furrowed when Nisha questioned. "Tum pehle Chabi toh Dalo beti" Nisha glanced at the keyhole slowly and then up at the uncle. "Aayein!" When Nisha realized she had not yet inserted the key, she awkwardly smiled and thanked him.
"Pagal," she muttered to herself, giving herself a forehead slap before finally starting her scooter and zooming off into the chaotic streets.
(Iska Akal Dhila Hai Kya? Bewakoof kahiki)
"Kya kaha?"
(Kuch nahi, tu chal behen)
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Nisha
( At Joshi Nivash aka Nisha's home)
As I finally arrived home, I was greeted by theย preparations for my sister Pooja's, Groom's family visit. While the announcement hadn't been made yet, But If it happens ugh! I am so excited. You know what? Me Payal, Mina we Have already prepared for her Wedding performances.
"Nisha Aagayi beti?" Dadi Maa's voice called out as I entered the house. I respectfully knelt and placed my hand on her feet, seeking her blessings as she visited from the village for the occasion. She laid both of her hands on my head, showering me with her love and good wishes. "College seh Aayi?" She asked with her Shrinking voice due to oldness. "Haan Dadu" I Showed my smile.
"Pooja Di kaha hai?" I inquired, eager to find my sister and assist her with the preparations.
"Hogi Uske Room mein!" Dadi pointed towards Pooja Di's room, and with a smile, I sprinted off in that direction, my excitement mounting with each step.
But my path was momentarily disturbed by Ramu kaka, who was laden with baskets of snacks. The sight made my mouth water, Badi Maa Doesn't let us Have Junk food much.
"Ramu kaka, Yeh Kya hai?" I asked, eyeing theย snacks with keen interest.
"Yeh sab Guest ke Liye snacks hai," Ramu kaka replied, his arms straining under the weight of the baskets.
I marveled at the variety and abundance of snacks he carried, feeling a sudden craving for them. "Itne sari snacks sirf guest ke Liye?" I exclaimed in amazement. "That's not fair!" I muttered.
I pouted in front of Ramu kaka and requested, "Mein Ek lu?" With a cautious glance around, he relented and placed the basket on the ground, allowing me to take anything I like.
Like a Mannerless monkey, I selected my preferred snacks, one in my Mouth holding with my teeth, another under my Arm and Two more in my hand "Nisha Ji, baas kariye, koi dekh lenge," Ramu kaka cautioned, but I couldn't resist sneaking a few more treats into my dupatta as I hurried off to find Pooja Di.
With my dupatta now laden with snacks, I made my way to Pooja Di's room, eager to share in the excitement of the upcoming festivities and to lend her a helping hand in whatever way I could.
( Pooja's Room )
"Pooja Di," I exclaimed as I entered her room, finding her busy combing her hair in front of her vanity table. Without hesitation, I hurried over and leaped onto her bed, ignoring her warning about being careful.
"Nisha, you'll fall dheere se," Pooja Di cautioned, but before she could finish her sentence, I tripped on a blanket and tumbled. Luckily, Pooja Di was quick to react, catching me before I hit the ground.
"Uff, bacha liya apne," I exclaimed, hugging her tightly as she caught her breath.
"Kya yaar di, ladi mein hu or panic app ho rahi ho," I teased, amused by her rapid breathing even though I was the one who almost fell.
While I settled on the edge of the bed, Pooja Di resumed applying her makeup. I nonchalantly opened a packet of chips and began munching, much to her surprise.
"Yeh tujhe kaha mile?" she asked, gesturing towards the snacks. Snacks were a uncommon in our house, especially since Pooja Di's mom [Parama,Badi maa] Is kinda strict, I won't say strict just Concerned about our health.
"Ramu kaka se mile," I replied between bites, my speech slightly muffled by the chips.
"Nisu, agar Maa ne dekh liya na tohโ" Pooja Di's sentence was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Badi maa. "Saitan Ka Naam liya, Saitan Hazeer!" I exclaimed
In a panic, I hastily threw the chip packet under the bed and greeted Badi maa with a broad smile, "Hey! Badi maa" Trying to appear innocentย Her suspicious gaze made me squirm, realizing she might have seen me with the chips.
"Kitna shararat karti hai, Pooja, get ready" Pooja di nodded "Nisha help karde Teri Behen ko ha," I nodded as Badi maa instructed before leaving the room.
I nodded in agreement, and as soon as Badi maa left, I closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief.
"Thank god, bach gayi," I muttered to myself, grateful to have escaped without getting caught, My heart relaxed.
As I knelt down to search for my crushed chips, My lips crawled downโI wouldn't be able to enjoy them now, Shit!
"Leave that, Nisu, listen to me first," Pooja Di's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I sadly dropped the packet of chips, turning to face her. She seemed distracted, her usual composure shaken. As much I remember her face Is never down like this.
"Kya hua di, aap thik hai?" I asked with concern, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She gave me a quick glance before pulling me into a tight embrace.
" Aare Poo, aapki sirf rishta ki baat horahi hai, Yesa Nahi Tumhe Aaj hi Beedai Kar rahe Hai... tum toh abhi se emotional hogayi," I tried to reassure her, returning her hug and gently patting her back.
"leave me yaar, achar ho jao mein yaha," I joked, feeling a bit squeezed in her tight embrace.
Reluctantly, she released me, her eyes glistening with tears. It was unsettling to see Pooja Di so visibly upsetโI couldn't remember a time when she had cried before.
"Kya hua? Kuch hua kya? Kisi ne kuch kaha?" I pressed, concern etched in my voice. She shook her head, indicating that nothing specific had happened, but her tears spoke volumes.
Taking her chin in my hand, I gently made her look at me. "Pooja Di, look at me and tell me everything," I urged, wanting to offer whatever support I could.
With a nod, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, and I sat down next to her, ready to listen and provide comfort in whatever way she needed.
"Nisha, actually..." Pooja Di began, her voice trembling with nervousness. She fidgeted with her dupatta, struggling to find the right words.
"I should have told you about this before, but..." she continued, her hesitation palpable.
"Nisha, I have a boyfriend," she finally confessed, her admission hanging heavy in the air.
"What?!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet in shock. My mind raced with a whirlwind of questions. Since when? Why didn't she tell me earlier? I bombarded her with inquiries, my anger bubbling to the surface.
"Pooja di, yeh kaise, kabse, aur pehle kyun nahi bataya?" I demanded, my frustration evident in my tone. How could she keep such a significant secret from me?
"Nisha, hear me out," she pleaded, her eyes pleading for understanding as I turned away, arms folded in indignation.
"I really wanted to tell you about this, Nisha, but you were busy, so..." she trailed off, her explanation falling flat against my resentment.
"Please yaar, abhi yeh waqt gussa karne ki nahi hai," she implored, taking a seat beside me and sighing heavily. Reluctantly, I relented, allowing her to explain.
As she recounted the details, my mind racedย What should we do? The groom's family would be arriving soon, and Pooja Di's love life added a complicated layer.
"Ladke wale aate honge," I murmured anxiously, biting my nails in worry. Pooja Di stood up and moved towards the balcony, causing my confusion to deepen.
"Pooja di, aap kya kar rahi ho?" I questioned, ushering her back inside.
"Mein bhag rahi hu," she declared, sending shockwaves through my already frazzled nerves.
"Kya! aap aisa kuch nahi kar rahi," I protested, my voice tinged with panic as she began packing her bag. I pleaded with her to reconsider, but she remained steadfast in her decision.
"Di yaar, ye sab kya kar rahi ho, badi maa se baat kar lo ek baar," I urged, desperate for her to seek counsel from our grandmother.
"Marna hai kya mujhe, Mami ko bata diya toh urr bhi tamasha hoga, abhi ke liye mein ja rahi hu," she replied defiantly, continuing to pack despite my protests.
As she stuffed items into her backpack, I watched helplessly, my mind racing with worry. Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me out of my reverie.
"Nisha, please take care of this," Pooja Di said,ย as she leapt off the balcony, leaving me speechless in her wake.
"Pagal ladki," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief, before turning my attention to the door, unsure of what to do next.
Summoning my courage, I approached the door and swung it open. Relief flooded over me as I saw that it was just my cousins, Aman and Mina.
"Aman Bhaiya!" I exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. He looked bewildered by my sudden display of affection.
"What happened, pagal? Why are you hugging me?" he questioned, his confusion evident in his voice.
I released him and turned to Mina, who wore a similarly puzzled expression. Pulling her into the room, I recounted the events that had unfolded with Pooja Di.
"What?!" they both exclaimed in unison, exchanging surprised glances before collapsing onto the bed in shock.
"If Mom finds out about this, she's going to lose it," Aman remarked, his mind already racing with the potential fallout of Badi Maa discovering the truth.
"What kind of sister betrays us like this? She ran away, leaving us to deal with all of this drama," Mina lamented, frustration evident in her voice as she paced back and forth.
Overwhelmed by emotions, I buried my face in my hands and began to cry. Aman hung his head in despair, while Mina paced anxiously.
"I have an idea," Mina suddenly announced, her eyes lighting up with determination.
"What?" Aman and I exchanged uncertain glances before turning our attention to Mina.
"Don't overthink it," she urged, striding over to Pooja Di's wardrobe with purpose.
Confusion clouded my mind as I watched Mina rummage through the clothes. Suddenly, I realized her plan, and panic surged within me.
"No, I'm not doing this," I protested, attempting to flee from Mina's grasp as she approached me with a set of clothes.
"Please, Nisha," she pleaded, but I was adamant in my refusal.
"Mina, Pooja di Ke Nakal Nahi Kar rahi!" I insisted, darting away as she pursued me with the clothes. This wasn't the first time she had roped me into one of her Chaos.
As we bickered, Aman attempted to call Pooja Di, but she didn't answer.
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"Mina, what if we get caught?" I fretted, feeling a surge of nerves as she began to apply makeup to my face. Our plan involved me masquerading as Pooja Di, wearing her clothes and covering my face with a dupatta.
"You guys handle things here, I'll go check downstairs," Aman offered, taking charge of the situation as we prepared to put our plan into action.
Images of Parama Badi Maa's Angriness and Dadu's disapproving glare flashed through my mind. I prayed to Mahadev for strength.
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