It was a bright, sunny day. A girl was strolling through the mall, heading toward her shop. She wore a light brown, full-sleeved crop top paired with cream-white jeans and white heels. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, though a few loose strands framed her face, making her look even more charming. She walked straight ahead, her eyes focused downward as she spoke on the phone, completely unaware of her surroundings.

"Yes, mumma I will choose good clothes only" the girl is none other than ambika who was talking with her mother in frustrated mode as her mother is scolding her.

"No, I don't believe you I don't know why you are so obsessed with those childish clothing and baggy clothes only" her mother sanyukti says in a grid voice because knowing of her dress choice.

"Aree Mummy"ambika said like a frustrated child and before she could say further her mother interrupted in between and said

"What Mummy? Huh! This time if you didn't buy clothes like a girl na then be ready to face the consequences" her mom told in a strim voice for not letting any gap for arguments.

"Yes! My mother can cut the call now" she told her mother as she was bored listening to her daily taunts.

"Yes yes I have a lot of work to do,you wasted my half of the time and disturbed me,now I can't waste more but remember my words" she said before cutting the call.

"Me?? When-- before she could tell more her mother cut the call and left her in confusion when she disturbed her.

After finishing her call, she headed to various stores in the mall to buy the essentials she needed for her work. She picked up stationery items, different types of tops and jeans, some traditional outfits, and a beautiful statue of Lord Buddha to bring a sense of calm to her space. She also selected a few cute frames and other decorative items to brighten up both her home office and personal workspace.

After hours of roaming around the mall and carrying multiple bags, exhaustion started to set in. To take a break, she went to the food court and placed her bags on a chair before ordering something to drink.

A little while later, her name was announced, indicating that her order was ready. She walked toward the counter, standing patiently in line as per her number, scrolling through reels on her phone to pass the time.

When she finally collected her coffee and started heading back to her seat, a funny reel caught her attention. Unable to control her laughter, she accidentally spilled the coffee she had just sipped—right onto a person who happened to be walking past her at that exact moment.

The person is gritting his teeth, wiping his face.“Seriously? Are you kidding me?”

Ambika's eyes are wide, panicking.“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it

The man's voice is rising.“Didn’t mean to? You just threw a boiling drink at my face! What were you even doing? Texting? Not looking where you’re going?”

Ambika is defensive, but guilty.“Arre maine kaha na sorry! Itna bada issue kyun bana rahe ho?”

The man said sarcastic.“Oh, well, I guess ‘sorry’ se mera chehra thanda ho jayega, right?”

Ambika crossing her arms, annoyed now.“Dekho, maine jaan ke nahi kiya tha! Tumhe samajh nahi aa raha kya?”

Man: (still fuming, but trying to stay calm)

“Kyunki main literally coffee mein naha chuka hoon! Tumhe pata bhi hai kitni garam thi?”

Man: “Sorry se mera chehra thanda ho jayega kya?”

Ambika: “Tumhe coffee lagi hai, attitude nahi!” (eye-roll)

Ambika softens, realizing said.“Achha… samajh gayi. Sach mein sorry. Let me—” (reaches for napkins)

Man: (muttering under his breath)

“Agli baar zara dhyan se chalna.”

Ambika said glaring at him.“Agli baar tum bhi counter ke itne paas mat khade hona!”

Man: (narrowing his eyes)

“Unbelievable.”

Ambika: (muttering as he walks away)

“Drama king…”

After that, Ambika left without paying much attention to the crowd or the man she had just embarrassed. She walked away casually, while he stood there, his jaw clenched, his hand tightening around the crumpled notes she had shoved at him.

Once he regained his composure, he, too, left the spot and headed straight to his office—located right inside the mall. But before facing anyone, he made his way to the washroom to cool off.

Yes, it was his mall. And yes, he had just been humiliated in his own damn space—in front of the very workers he paid, in front of people who addressed him with respect as Boss and the owner of India’s most luxurious hotel chain.

And who was this man? None other than Yuvraj.

To calm the storm raging in his mind, he took a long, cold shower, letting the water wash away the frustration. After changing into fresh clothes, he returned to his desk, determined to drown himself in work and forget about the girl and her ridiculous antics. But forgetting her was easier said than done. No matter how much he tried, every little detail of the encounter kept replaying in his head, frustrating him further.

Meanwhile, Ambika was on the other end of the spectrum—completely unfazed by what had happened. She was busy ranting to her friend, cursing Yuvraj and complaining about the whole incident as if he had been the one at fault.

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""Do you know how rude that man was? Kutta kahi ka!" Ambika fumed, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she drove, ranting to her friends, Aditi and Naina, on the call.

"Ha meri maa, mujhe sab pata chal gaya! Ab tu yeh bata, usne tujhe aisa bola kyun?" Aditi asked, her voice laced with frustration. For the past five minutes, Ambika had been going on and on about the incident, and Aditi’s patience was wearing thin.

"Arey, I was just going back to my seat, and I saw this funny reel… and… well, the coffee in my mouth… it kind of spilled all over him. And when I saw his face after that… I couldn’t stop laughing," Ambika muttered in a low voice, knowing deep down that she had messed up.

"And then you just handed him money and walked away? Wah, maa! Dhanya ho aap!" Aditi gasped, standing up from her chair dramatically.

"Tathastu, putr—" Ambika was about to reply playfully but was cut off midway.

"Chup reh, besharam! Khud galti ki aur ab baatein bana rahi hai!" Aditi scolded her, though her tone held a hint of amusement.

"But uska chehra itna funny lag raha tha… I mean, the coffee was all over his face… hahaha!" Naina, who had been holding back till now, finally burst into laughter, making all three of them laugh uncontrollably.

"O God, ambu! Tu sach mein antic hai!" Naina said between giggles.

"Arre wo to main hoon! Aur tum dono toh meri priyatama ho," Ambika quipped, making the laughter continue.

"Huh! Chal, ab main phone rakhti hoon. Baad mein baat karti hoon, okay? Bye darlings!" Aditi said, trying to suppress her laughter as she realized she was getting late.

"Okay, bye love! Love you!" Ambika and Naina chorused in unison, making Aditi chuckle at their antics.

"Okay, madams! Bye, love you!" Aditi replied with a grin before ending the call. A moment later, Ambika and Naina also ended the call, still laughing at the madness they had just discussed.

After ending the call, Ambika drove home, her mind still replaying the day’s events. Once she reached home, she carried all her shopping bags inside and excitedly showed her parents everything she had bought—for herself and her workspace.

Her father simply nodded, amused by her enthusiasm, but her mother was less impressed. As Ambika pulled out item after item, her mother’s expression grew more disapproving.

"Ambika, yeh sab kya hai? Itne saare bekaar ke cheezein kyun kharidi?" her mother scolded, her tone laced with concern.

Yes, they were rich, but her parents had always instilled the value of saving money and spending wisely. And today, Ambika had casually handed over ₹5000 to a stranger, only to come home and lie about where the money had gone.

When her mother asked about the missing amount, Ambika quickly covered up, saying, "Woh… actually, the dress I liked wasn’t on sale… so… that’s why I ended up spending a little extra."

Her mother sighed, clearly unconvinced, while her father just shook his head, trying not to laugh at his daughter’s antics. Ambika, however, knew she had barely escaped another long lecture about being more careful with her money.

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After that disastrous day, Yuvraj decided to call it an early night. He had to leave for Agra the next day for the grand opening of his new hotel. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could get some peace and relax for a while—but no. Because, of course, he had a family that never let him catch a break.

As soon as he reached home, he went straight to his room, took a quick shower, and changed into a pair of black trousers and a crisp white t-shirt. Feeling a little more refreshed, he headed toward the dining area, ready to eat with his family and inform them about his upcoming trip to Agra.

But the moment he entered and sat down, his plan to speak was interrupted by his younger sister, Kriti, who couldn’t resist jumping in.

"So, Mumma, from now on, bhaiya will get scolded by someone else too?" Kriti asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

Yuvraj froze, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. What the hell does that mean?

Before he could ask, his mother chimed in, adding to his confusion.

"Exactly! The way I scold him every day, now someone else will do the same. Just like today," she said casually, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Yuvraj blinked, completely lost. He looked at his mother and then at Kriti, trying to make sense of their cryptic words.

"Maa, wait a second… what are you talking about? Can you say it clearly? Not like her jalebi talks," he said, gesturing toward Kriti, his tone laced with confusion.

"How mean, bhaiya! \=_\=" Kriti huffed, crossing her arms dramatically, but the mischievous glint in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Yuvraj.

Something was definitely up, and he was determined to find out what.

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"Leave her for now and tell me… what did you do to get coffee splashed in your face?" Ritesh, Yuvraj’s brother, asked, trying to hold back a grin.

"Ahh, don’t even bring that crazy girl up!" Yuvraj groaned, leaning back in his chair. "She was unbelievable! And did you see what she did? She spilled her coffee all over my face. Duffer girl!" He shook his head, still unable to digest the incident.

"But admit it, bhai… it was a nice shot," Ritesh quipped, smirking.

Before Yuvraj could retort, Kriti jumped in, her tone laced with mischief.

"Papa, did you hear that?" she said, making a pout. "Bhai didn’t say a word to that girl—whom he doesn’t even know—and just took all her nonsense quietly. But if Ritesh or I do anything, he bans our ice cream! ರ⁠_⁠ರ" She folded her arms dramatically.

Yuvraj shot her a look, but before he could defend himself, their father spoke up, adding fuel to the fire.

"Yes, beta, I heard everything," their father said, nodding with a chuckle. "But one thing is clear… that girl is strong. The way she talked to Yuvraj, I’m impressed!"

Yuvraj’s jaw clenched as everyone around the table chuckled. His frustration only deepened when Kriti chimed in with even more enthusiasm.

"Yes! I like her too!" Kriti exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. "If I ever meet her, I’ll give her a tight hug as a thank you. The way she insulted bhai was just… unbelievable! (≧▽≦)"

"(─.─||)" Yuvraj narrowed his eyes and gave Kriti a look that screamed, Are you even real?

But Kriti, being Kriti, just grinned wider, clearly enjoying her brother’s misery.

"Okay, okay, enough now! Stop troubling my baby," their mother finally intervened, her tone firm but affectionate, putting an end to the playful teasing.

"Maa, I knew you loved me the most! Love you!" Yuvraj exclaimed dramatically, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. Finally, someone on my side.

But just as he was about to relish his victory, his mother casually added, "But… I like that girl too."

Yuvraj’s smile froze. His jaw literally dropped.

"What?" His expression was one of pure betrayal.

And that was it. The entire table erupted into laughter, with Kriti and Ritesh practically rolling in their seats.

"Maa…༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ," Yuvraj groaned, looking at her with puppy eyes, but his mother just smiled knowingly, clearly enjoying the moment.

Amidst all the laughter and teasing, they eventually finished their dinner, the warmth and joy lingering in the air as everyone retired to their rooms for the night.

Yuvraj, however, had no time to relax. After packing his bag, he headed to his office to collect some important files and documents he would need for the next day. Once everything was in order, he left for the airport.

Checking into his private jet, he settled into his seat, his mind still echoing with the chaos from dinner. But as the plane took off, carrying him toward Agra, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "Unbelievable…"

Little did he know, this was just the beginning of more madness to come.

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Ambika woke up before her alarm could even ring. The excitement bubbling inside her didn’t let her sleep for long. Today was her first day at SMD Hotels—her dream workplace—and she couldn’t wait to make a good impression.

She jumped out of bed, her face glowing with excitement. "Finally! Pehla din… I can’t be late!" she mumbled, rushing to get ready.

After a quick shower, she stood in front of her wardrobe, carefully picking out her outfit. She chose a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into beige high-waisted trousers. Over it, she wore a light lavender blazer that added a touch of elegance. To complete her look, she slipped into nude heels and tied her hair in a sleek ponytail, leaving a few strands loose to frame her face.

"Perfect!" she whispered, checking herself in the mirror.

As Ambika walked out of her room, her mother, who was on her way to the kitchen, stopped dead in her tracks. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and blinked again.

"Yeh… yeh sach mein tu hai?" Her mother’s voice was filled with disbelief.

"Haan maa, main hi hoon," Ambika replied casually, adjusting her blazer.

"Tum… aur itni subah? Beta, tujhe bukhaar to nahi?" Her mom placed her hand on Ambika’s forehead, genuinely concerned.

"Arre maa! Mujhe kuch nahi hua… bas aaj pehla din hai na job ka, isliye jaldi uth gayi," Ambika explained, trying not to laugh.

Her mom’s eyes widened even more. "Pehla din? Aur tujhe yaad hai? Beta, sach bata, tujhe sapne mein koi devta darshan dekar gaye the kya?"

"Maa! Bas na, itna drama mat karo," Ambika said, shaking her head with a smile.

"Haan haan, main drama karti hoon! Arey, jis din tu jaldi uthti hai na, us din toh lagta hai duniya palat jayegi," her mom muttered, walking toward the kitchen.

"Main ja rahi hoon maa, duaa dena!" Ambika said, grabbing her bag and giving her mom a quick hug.

"Bhagwan kare tujhe safalta mile, beta. Par tu sach mein uth gayi, yeh digest karne mein mujhe time lagega," her mom replied, still looking at her with wonder.

As Ambika walked out, her mother stood by the door, shaking her head. "Yeh ladki sach mein surprise kar deti hai kabhi kabhi…" she mumbled with a smile.

Reaching the reception, Ambika introduced herself, and the receptionist guided her to her cabin. The receptionist opened the door and let Ambika step inside before leaving.

Ambika took a moment to glance around her cabin. The walls were painted in a soothing light blue shade, giving the space a calm and elegant vibe. Her desk was placed neatly to the side, accompanied by two shelves that housed a few files. To the left, there was a small drawer, and in one corner, a medium-sized L-shaped sofa with a sleek center coffee table added a touch of sophistication.

She walked towards the coffee table and placed her box gently on it. Just as she was about to check the shelves, she heard a soft knock at the door.

"Yes, come in," she said, her tone firm but polite.

"Good morning, ma’am. I’m Rakshita Mahajan, your personal assistant," a young woman in a formal dress greeted her, her tone professional and composed.

"Good morning, Rakshita. I’m Ambika Sharma," Ambika replied with a warm smile, walking toward her seat.

"Nice to meet you, ma’am," Rakshita said, stepping closer but maintaining a respectful distance.

"Ma’am? This sounds too formal. I’m not very comfortable with that. Can you just call me by my name?" Ambika raised her eyebrows playfully, trying to ease the formality.

"If you’re comfortable with it, then I have no problem," Rakshita replied with a polite smile, making Ambika’s smile widen.

"Great! So, Rakshita, tell me about the employees here and the pending tasks. I’d like to get started today," Ambika said, leaning slightly forward, ready to dive into her work.

Rakshita nodded and began explaining everything, her tone switching smoothly to a professional summary of the company’s status and tasks at hand.

“So, there are some people who are important, so I’ve prepared a list. I’ll email it to you by evening. For today, you only have one meeting with one of our old clients, Akshat Bhardwaj,” Rakshita said, making Ambika raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh? That’s great. But before we get started, can you tell me a little more about yourself and this office?” Ambika asked, eager to familiarize herself with the new environment. Since Rakshita was an old employee, she figured no one would be better suited to give her the details.

“Sure, but before that, we have a meeting with Akshat Bhardwaj in about an hour. Here’s the project file—you can go through it. I’ll inform you when he arrives.” Saying this, Rakshita handed her a red-colored file.

“Okay,” Ambika nodded, taking the file. Rakshita was about to leave when she suddenly stopped mid-step and turned back.

“Coffee?” she asked, raising her eyebrows with a questioning look.

“Yes, please. Black coffee with one spoon of sugar,” Ambika replied with a small smile. Rakshita nodded and went toward the coffee machine to prepare her coffee.

While Rakshita was gone, Ambika focused on the file, reading through the past deals with Akshat Bhardwaj. She wanted to be prepared before the meeting.

Later in the afternoon, Rakshita emailed her the list she had mentioned earlier and, as promised, introduced Ambika to the other employees. Everyone greeted her politely.

The day passed by quickly, and Ambika managed to wrap up her first day smoothly. Once the office hours were over, she gathered her things and headed home, feeling satisfied with how her first day had gone.

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DWARKA, GUJARAT – 5 PM

A girl walked confidently down the street, her steps purposeful and her expression calm. She wore a light brown top, perfectly paired with white jeans and a matching brown belt. To complete her polished look, she had draped a light brown overcoat over her shoulders, slipped on white heels, and carried a stylish brown handbag. Her hair was left open, flowing gracefully with the breeze, and a delicate bracelet adorned her right wrist. If someone saw her for the first time, they would mistake her for a successful businesswoman. But that girl was none other than Dr. Aditi, walking briskly towards her cab after wrapping up her work.

She was out of her city, attending a small health camp in Dwarka. She was just a few minutes away from her cab when her sharp eyes noticed something that made her stop in her tracks.

A car had run over an old man who had been crossing the road with his wife. They appeared to be in their late 60 s. Without wasting a second, Aditi rushed to the spot. Within moments, a crowd had gathered around the injured man, while his wife stood nearby, sobbing uncontrollably. Her panic-stricken eyes and trembling hands made Aditi’s blood boil.

“FUCKING ASSHOLES! GET OUT OF THE WAY AND STOP MAKING A FUSS. HELP ME!” Aditi’s voice echoed loudly, laced with urgency and authority. Her sudden outburst made everyone flinch, and the crowd immediately parted, giving her the space she needed.

Wasting no time, Aditi knelt beside the old man and quickly assessed his condition. With the help of a few people, she carefully lifted him and placed him in her cab. His wife, still in shock but trying to stay strong, sat beside him. One look at her and Aditi could tell they were alone.

Without thinking twice, Aditi instructed the driver to take them to the nearest hospital. As the cab sped away, Aditi’s mind raced with thoughts, but her focus remained unwavering—she had to save the man.

After reaching the hospital, a stretcher was immediately brought, and the old man was carefully placed on it. He was rushed to the ICU as his condition was critical—there was severe blood loss, and his head was bleeding profusely. Aditi followed closely behind, her mind racing with concern.

Once the doctors took over, Aditi made her way to the reception, where she swiftly completed all the formalities and paid the medical fees. As she returned, she saw the old woman standing outside the ICU, her hands folded in prayer, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Aditi’s heart clenched at the sight. She walked up to the elderly woman and gently guided her to a nearby chair.

“Dadi, baitho yahan. Aise khade mat raho,” Aditi said softly, making her sit down.

The woman sat down reluctantly, her body still trembling. Aditi quickly went to get a water bottle and returned within minutes. She knelt beside her, opened the bottle, and held it to the woman’s lips.

“Paani pee lo, dadi. Please,” Aditi urged gently.

“Be…because of…my…my stub…bornness… he…he’s here,” the old woman stammered between sobs, her voice shaking.

“Dadi, aisa mat socho,” Aditi said, her voice firm yet comforting. “Yeh sab aapki galti nahi hai. Dadu ke naseeb mein yeh likha tha, isliye yeh accident hua. Ab ro mat, okay? Be a good girl,” she said with a small smile, rubbing the old lady’s back to calm her down.

The woman’s sobs gradually slowed, but her eyes were still filled with fear and worry.

“Dekho na, jab dadu theek ho jaayenge na, toh mujhe daatenge ki maine aapka khayal nahi rakha,” Aditi said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “Isliye, ab rona bandh karo, warna mujhe daant pad jaayegi.”

The old woman gave a weak smile through her tears.

“Ab main canteen jaa rahi hoon, sandwich lene. Aap yahan se kahin mat jaana, samjhi?” Aditi said softly, standing up.

The woman nodded silently, and Aditi gave her one last reassuring look before walking towards the canteen.

After some time…

Aditi returned with a sandwich and sat beside the old woman, making sure she ate a few bites to keep her strength up. And then she got an imp call from the health camp and due to which she left. Just after she left then, the ICU door opened, and the doctor came out.

The old lady immediately stood up and rushed towards him, her anxiety evident in her voice.

“Doctor… doctor, mera pati… kaise hain wo?” she asked urgently, her voice trembling with desperation.

"The doctor took a deep breath, his expression grim as he looked at the old woman.

“Aunty, your husband has suffered a severe head injury along with multiple fractures, including his legs and ribs. He has lost a lot of blood, and his condition is extremely critical,” he explained softly, but his words sent a wave of panic through her.

Her tears dried instantly, and her expression hardened. The vulnerability in her eyes was replaced by fierce determination.

“Doctor, paise jitne chahiye le lo… bas unhe bacha lo,” she said firmly, her voice trembling slightly but not breaking.

The doctor sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“Aunty, it’s not about the money… The fractures are complex and delicate. Honestly, there’s only one doctor who can handle this situation,” he said, his tone cautious.

“Kaun doctor? Kahan hai wo? Call them right now!” she demanded, her urgency making the nearby staff tense.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

“The doctor isn’t from here… She’s from Hyderabad,” he said, almost hesitating to break the bad news.

“Hyderabad?” The old woman’s eyes widened in shock, her voice breaking for a moment. “Doctor ka naam batao… jaldi!”

The doctor’s face softened, and for the first time, a flicker of hope appeared in his eyes.

“Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi… India’s leading orthopedic surgeon,” he said with a hint of pride.

A brief moment of silence followed. But then—

“Woh yahaan aayegi,” the old woman declared with unwavering confidence, leaving the doctor momentarily stunned.

“Aunty, but… she’s in Hyderabad. Yahan tak aane mein waqt lagega—” The doctor tried to reason, but she cut him off mid-sentence.

“Tumhein doctor chahiye na? Main bula rahi hoon. Kuch ghanton mein yahan hongi, samjhe?” she said, her voice filled with firm determination. Her hands trembled slightly, but her resolve didn’t falter as she pulled out her phone.

Without wasting another second, she dialed her grandson’s number, her voice steady despite the tension.

“Beta… kuch bhi karke Aditi ko yahaan bulao. Sirf usi pe bharosa hai,” she said, her voice carrying a desperate plea.

Her grandson didn’t ask for details. After hearing her words, he immediately called the head of the hospital in Hyderabad. Upon learning that Dr. Aditi was currently in Dwarka, he didn’t waste a moment and rushed to his private helipad, ready to bring her back personally.

Meanwhile, in Dwarka…

Aditi had just finished organizing the reports and ensuring the smooth flow of the health camp. She had no idea that her expertise was urgently needed in a case that would test her skills and determination once again.

After finishing her work at the health camp, Aditi returned to the hospital and looked around, but she didn’t see the old woman anywhere. Her brows furrowed as a wave of concern washed over her.

“Where did she go?” she mumbled, her eyes scanning the hallway.

After almost 15 minutes of searching, her eyes finally spotted the familiar figure near the reception. The old woman was sitting on a chair, her eyes closed, hands joined together, silently praying for her husband’s life.

Aditi’s heart clenched seeing her like that. She walked over quickly and knelt down beside her, gently placing her hand on the old lady’s knee.

“Dadi… kya hua? Aap ab kyun ro rahi hain?” she asked softly, her tone full of warmth and concern.

The old woman opened her eyes slowly, and the moment her gaze met Aditi’s, her emotions overwhelmed her.

“Woh… woh doctor…” Her voice trembled as she tried to speak but couldn’t control the sob that escaped.

“Dadi… shh… deep breath, okay? Deep breath. Phir batao kya hua. Doctor ne kya kaha?” Aditi coaxed her gently, rubbing her back to calm her down.

After a few moments, the old woman finally managed to gather her strength and spoke in a broken voice.

“Doctor ne kaha… situation bahut critical hai… unka kehna hai ki… sirf ek hi doctor hai jo ye case sambhal sakti hai…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aditi’s brows knitted in confusion.

“Kaun doctor, Dadi? Naam batao, main call karke unhe yahaan bulwati hoon,” she assured her calmly, ready to take charge.

“Doctor… Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi…” she said softly, her voice still shaking.

For a moment, Aditi froze. Her eyes widened slightly as she blinked in surprise.

“Wait… kya? Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi?” she repeated, almost in disbelief.

The old woman nodded, her face reflecting a mix of hope and fear.

“Haan beta… wahi doctor… Hyderabad se aati hai… par yahan tak aane mein time lagega,” she explained with a heavy heart.

Aditi bit her lower lip to suppress a smile, her heart swelling with a strange warmth.

“Dadi…” she spoke softly, her tone laced with tenderness.

“Hmm?” The old woman looked at her with hopeful, tired eyes.

“Dadi… doctor Aditi yahin hai,” Aditi said with a small, reassuring smile.

The old lady blinked, confusion clouding her features.

“Kya? Kahan beta? Mujhe batao… main jaake unke pair pakad ke unse prarthana karungi… bas mere pati ko bacha lo,” she said hurriedly, her desperation making her words stumble.

Aditi’s eyes softened further. She gently squeezed the old lady’s hand, her voice as soft as a feather.

“Dadi… aapko kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai… kyunki… main hi Doctor Aditi hoon,” she said, her words laced with warmth and care.

The old woman’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly open as her mind tried to process what she had just heard.

“Tum… tum Doctor Aditi ho?” she asked again, her voice filled with disbelief.

Aditi nodded gently, her smile growing wider.

“Ji haan, Dadi… main hi hoon,” she said softly, her eyes filled with assurance.

The old woman stared at her, her lips trembling as her eyes filled with tears—not of fear this time, but of relief and gratitude.

“Beta…” she whispered, her voice breaking as she placed her trembling hand on Aditi’s cheek.

“Ab sab theek ho jayega, Dadi. Main hu na,” Aditi assured her, her voice was steady and full of promise.

In that moment, the weight that had been crushing the old woman’s heart seemed to lift. For the first time since the accident, a ray of hope shone in her tear-filled eyes.

Seeing this, the old woman became even more emotional. Her eyes filled with fresh tears as she folded her hands in front of Aditi.

“Beta, please… please save him. Meri duniya hai wo…” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

Aditi’s heart clenched, but she quickly held the old woman’s hands, stopping her midway.

“Dadi… bas ab. Aapko bilkul bhi tension lene ki zaroorat nahi hai.” Her voice was calm but firm, her eyes filled with quiet confidence.

“Main yahan hoon na… I’m handling this case now. I promise I’ll do my best to save Dadu,” she assured with a soft smile, gently rubbing her hands to comfort her.

The old lady wiped her tears, her trust reflecting in her eyes as she gave a small nod.

“Ab chaliye,” Aditi said, leading her towards the waiting area near the operation theatre.

After ensuring the old woman was seated comfortably, Aditi headed straight to the doctor’s cabin. She went through the reports carefully, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed the severity of the case.

Severe head injury… major blood loss… fracture in the left hand…

Her mind went into overdrive as she mentally mapped out the best approach for the surgery. Within 15 minutes, she was fully prepared and entered the operation theatre, her focus razor-sharp.

The surgery lasted for more than two hours. The old man had sustained a deep wound at the back of his head, requiring five stitches, and his left hand was fractured, needing careful attention. Aditi worked meticulously, ensuring that every step was handled with precision.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the surgery was over. As she removed her gloves and mask, her body felt the strain, but a wave of relief washed over her.

She stepped out of the operation theatre, and before she could even take a breath, the old woman rushed towards her.

“Beta… kaise hain wo? Sab theek hai na? Bas bata do ki wo theek hain…” her voice was frantic, her eyes desperately searching for answers.

“Dadi… Dadi…” Aditi gently held her by the shoulders, guiding her to sit down on a nearby bench.

“Aap aise khadi rahengi toh aapka BP badh jayega. Please baithiye,” Aditi spoke softly but firmly.

Once the old woman was seated, she finally spoke with a reassuring smile.

“Dadi… Dadu ab theek hain. Surgery successful rahi.”

The old woman’s eyes widened, her hands clasped together as if thanking the heavens.

“Abhi wo behosh hain… par thodi der mein unhe normal ward mein shift kar diya jayega. Don’t worry, Dadi. He is out of danger,” Aditi said softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Hearing this, the old woman broke down, but this time, they were tears of relief. Without thinking, she pulled Aditi into a tight hug.

“Thank you… thank you beta… tune hamara sab kuch bacha liya…” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.

Aditi smiled softly and hugged her back, gently patting her shoulder.

“Arre Dadi, yeh toh mera farz tha. Ab sab kuch theek ho jayega. Aap bas apna khayal rakhiye, okay?” she said softly.

As they broke the hug, Aditi stood up to leave, but the old woman quickly held her hand.

“Beta… thodi der ruk ja. Mera pota aa raha hai… usse mil le. Aur Dadu ko bhi mil le… unhe bahut khushi hogi tujhe dekhkar,” she said, her eyes filled with hope.

Aditi’s expression softened, but she shook her head gently with an apologetic smile.

“Dadi, main sach mein milna chahti hoon… lekin mujhe abhi nikalna hoga. Mera flight ka time ho raha hai,” she explained softly.

The old woman’s face fell for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

“Beta… bas ek baar mil le na…” she said softly, almost pleading.

Aditi cupped her face gently, her smile warm and full of affection.

“Dadi, I promise… agle baar jab main aungi, sabse pehle Dadu se milne aungi. Par abhi mujhe jaana hoga,” she said with genuine warmth.

The old woman finally nodded, her heart full of gratitude as she let go of Aditi’s hand.

“Khush reh beta… hamesha,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

“Bas Dadu ka khayal rakhiyega… aur apna bhi,” Aditi said with a final smile before turning to leave.

As she walked away, her heart felt lighter, knowing she had not just saved a life but had also given hope to someone who needed it the most.

Arohi’s voice was filled with affection and gratitude, her eyes following Aditi until she disappeared from sight.

Yes the old lady was Kartik dadi... Means Arohi Malhotra..

After leaving the hospital, Aditi went back to her hotel, where she was staying during her brief visit. She packed her belongings and left for the airport soon after to board her flight.

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Meanwhile, at the Dwarka Airport…

A private jet had just landed, and the moment the wheels touched the ground, a tall, well-built man with sharp features and an air of authority rushed out of the terminal. His eyes were filled with worry, and he was in no mood to waste even a second.

The car was already waiting for him. Without wasting a moment, he slipped into the back seat and said sternly, “Hospital… jaldi!”

Within minutes, the car sped toward the hospital. Kartik Malhotra, the heir of the Malhotra family, was restless. His heart was pounding with fear for his grandfather.

As soon as the car halted at the hospital entrance, Kartik practically jumped out, not waiting for the driver to open the door. He stormed inside, straight to the reception.

“Ward number?” His voice was sharp and impatient.

The receptionist, recognizing him immediately, quickly provided the details.

“Room 204, Sir.”

Kartik didn’t wait to hear anything else. He rushed toward the ward, his mind racing with a million questions.

Inside the Ward…

As he entered, his eyes landed on a heartbreaking sight.

Arohi Malhotra, his beloved grandmother, was sitting on a small stool beside the hospital bed. Her frail hands gently held his grandfather’s hand between hers, her head bowed down as if silently praying.

Kartik’s heart clenched at the sight. He took a slow step forward and knelt beside her.

“Dadi…” his voice was soft, filled with concern.

Hearing his voice, Arohi looked up, her eyes red and tired.

“Kartik…” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached for him. Kartik immediately pulled her into a comforting hug, holding her close.

“Dadi… chinta mat karo. Dadu bilkul theek ho jayenge. Pata hai… wo doctor abhi bhi yahan hai. Bodyguards use dhund rahe hain…” Kartik spoke softly, trying to assure her, his voice laced with urgency and hope.

Arohi, however, shook her head softly as she pulled back, her face calm yet emotional.

“Beta, ab dhundhne ki zaroorat nahi hai…” she murmured softly.

Kartik’s brows furrowed. “Kya? Kyun?” He looked at her, confused.

“Operation ho gaya hai…” Arohi said, her voice laced with relief.

Kartik’s eyes widened in shock.

“Operation? Kisne kiya? Jo bhi doctor tha… chodho yeh sab… Dadu ab kaise hain?” He fired questions one after another, his focus only on his grandfather’s condition.

“Ab theek hain… abhi behosh hain, par kuch der mein hosh aa jayega,” she assured him with a small smile.

Kartik sighed in relief and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Dadi… ab aap thoda rest kariye. Main yahan Dadu ke paas hoon,” he said softly, his concern now shifting toward her well-being.

Arohi gave a small nod, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.

“Main zara fresh ho kar aati hoon,” she said and went toward the washroom.

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Three Days Later…

The doctors had suggested that Kartik’s grandfather stay in the hospital for at least three days for observation. His condition had improved significantly, and now, he was almost ready to be discharged.

But Kartik’s mind was troubled by something else entirely.

A Mysterious Savior…

For the first time in his life, Kartik was stunned to know that the girl who had not only brought his grandfather to the hospital in time but also paid all the bills and handled all the formalities… was a complete stranger.

Who was she?

Why would someone do so much for a stranger without even leaving a trace?

Kartik had asked the hospital authorities, but no one had any answers. The woman had disappeared as quietly as she had arrived. Even after three days of investigation, his bodyguards couldn’t find a single detail about her.

And Dadi…

Arohi had been adamant about meeting her savior. Even Kartik’s grandfather, after regaining consciousness and hearing about the girl, expressed a desire to meet her and thank her personally. But no one knew who she was.

But Arohi knew…

In all the chaos, Arohi had forgotten to mention the most important detail—the girl was none other than Dr. Aditi Yadhuvanshi.

She hadn’t deliberately kept it a secret, but between her emotions and Kartik’s urgency to find the girl, the name had slipped her mind.

Now, as Kartik sat beside his grandfather’s bed, his mind was consumed with one thought—Who was this mysterious girl… and where could he find her?

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NEXT DAY.

UDAIPUR, RAJASTHAN

The next morning, Ambika created a huge fuss about getting out of bed. She tossed and turned, mumbling excuses about being tired and not wanting to go to the office. But her mother, being just as stubborn as her daughter, had her own ways of dealing with Ambika’s laziness. Without any warning, she picked up a jug of cold water and poured it right on Ambika’s face.

“TSUNAMI! TSUNAMI!” Ambika shrieked, sitting up with a jolt, completely drenched. Her eyes darted around the room as if she was searching for the waves.

Her mother stood there with her hands on her hips, a victorious smirk plastered on her face.

“Ab uth gayi na? Jaldi se tayyar ho ja, warna office late pahunchegi!” Her mother said, walking away as Ambika wiped her face, grumbling.

Muttering curses under her breath, Ambika dragged herself out of bed. She had spent half the night memorizing the names of all the department heads and reading through some important files. Her eyes burned with exhaustion, but she knew she couldn’t slack off today.

After a quick shower, Ambika stood in front of her closet, contemplating what to wear. Finally, she opted for a crisp white shirt, navy green jeans, and paired them with white sneakers. She let her hair fall loosely over her shoulders and wore a classic black wristwatch. A black handbag completed her look.

As she glanced at herself in the mirror, she gave herself an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this, Ambika,” she murmured before leaving for her office.

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AT THE OFFICE…

As soon as Ambika entered the building, heads turned. The men couldn’t help but be stunned at how effortlessly she carried herself. It didn’t matter if it was a traditional outfit or a casual one—Ambika knew how to make any attire look stunning.

Walking with grace and confidence, she strode toward her cabin, ignoring the stares.

The moment she settled into her chair, a soft knock echoed from the door.

“Come in,” she said, without looking up.

The door opened, and Rakshita walked in with her usual cheerful smile.

“Good morning, Ambika,” Rakshita wished her.

Ambika looked up and returned the smile. “Good morning, Rakshita.”

After the formal greetings, Rakshita placed a few files on her desk and got straight to business.

“So, in today’s schedule, you have a meeting with all the directors and department heads,” she began, pausing briefly. “And with the company’s CEO.”

Ambika’s brow arched at the mention of the CEO. “Okay… and after that?”

“After that, the CEO will assign you some work related to the new hotel project,” Rakshita informed her, sitting down across from her.

Ambika nodded while picking up one of the files on her table. “Anything else?”

Rakshita shook her head. “No, that’s all for today.”

“Hmm, okay then.” Ambika leaned back slightly. “Can you bring me some ginger tea?”

“Of course,” Rakshita nodded with a smile and left to get the tea.

Ambika, now left alone, immersed herself in reading client files. Time passed quickly as she analyzed data and familiarized herself with ongoing projects. Almost two and a half hours had gone by when Rakshita returned.

“The meeting will begin in 15 minutes,” Rakshita informed her softly.

Ambika glanced at the clock and nodded. “Alright. Wait for me near the meeting room. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rakshita smiled and walked out, leaving Ambika to finish her notes.

Ambika took a deep breath, closed the file, and stood up. She adjusted her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair, mentally preparing herself for what was about to come.

“Let’s do this,” she whispered to herself, her eyes narrowing with determination as she walked out of her cabin, ready to take on the day.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and the air in the room shifted. All the employees stood up from their places, their voices merging in unison to greet the person entering.

"Good morning, Sir."

Ambika followed the crowd, standing up almost mechanically. But as her eyes landed on the man who walked in, her entire world came to a standstill.

No... It can't be.

Her breath hitched, and her grip on the pen loosened unconsciously. The pen slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the floor, but Ambika barely registered the sound. Her heart pounded in her ears as her mind struggled to process the sight in front of her.

Yuvraj...

The same man she had clashed with at the mall. The one who had been insufferably arrogant, annoyingly smug, and infuriatingly charming. He was standing across from her now-except this time, he wasn't just a random stranger.

He was the CEO.

What the actual hell?!

The word echoed in her mind like a mantra, leaving her frozen. Her pulse quickened, and her thoughts spiraled in confusion.

How is this possible? Of all the people in the world...

Her gaze remained locked on Yuvraj as he walked in, exuding an aura of unshakable confidence and authority. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit, his jawline sharp and his expression calm-but there was something else in his eyes. A flicker of recognition.

Is he... smirking?

Her suspicion was confirmed when her eyes caught the unmistakable curve of his lips-a smirk that screamed pure amusement.

Of course, he's enjoying this!

Ambika's heart dropped to her stomach. Her palms grew clammy, and her mind screamed at her to look away, but she couldn't. Yuvraj's piercing gaze met hers, and for a brief moment, it felt like the air in the room had thickened.

"Ambika..."

The voice snapped her out of her daze.

It was Rakshita.

Ambika's gaze darted toward her friend, who had noticed her unease. Rakshita, ever perceptive, excused herself and quickly walked over to Ambika's side.

"What happened? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Rakshita whispered, her voice laced with concern.

Ambika's throat felt dry as she swallowed and leaned closer, whispering back with urgency.

"Who is he?" She pointed subtly with her eyes toward Yuvraj, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with disbelief.

Rakshita's eyes followed Ambika's gaze. When her eyes landed on Yuvraj, her expression shifted from confusion to pure incredulity. She turned back to Ambika with wide eyes and gave her a look that screamed, Are you serious?

"Ambika... what kind of useless question is that?" Rakshita's voice was a whisper but carried enough emphasis to express her disbelief.

Ambika blinked, her frustration mounting.

"I'm not joking, Rakshita." Her voice was sharper this time, though she kept it low. "I'm asking you a serious question. Who. Is. He?"

Rakshita's expression turned to one of genuine confusion now. "Ambika..." She paused, lowering her voice even more. "That's Yuvraj Singh. The CEO of this company. The man who practically built this empire from scratch after his father's retirement."

Ambika's heart dropped even further.

Yuvraj Singh... CEO...

Her mind raced, trying to connect the dots.

The man I argued with so openly...

The one I called arrogant and full of himself...

The one I said I'd never see again...

And now he was her boss.

Ambika's jaw clenched as her world spun faster than she could handle.

This has to be a nightmare. Please let this be a nightmare.

But the smirk on Yuvraj's face told her otherwise. He was watching her closely, his dark eyes filled with amusement, as if he was waiting for her reaction.

He knows.

Of course, he did.

And by the look of satisfaction plastered on his face, he was thoroughly enjoying this.

"Ambika," Rakshita murmured, leaning in slightly. "Why are you looking so-"

"Not now, Rakshita," Ambika cut her off, her voice barely steady. She didn't trust herself to speak any louder.

Her eyes flickered toward Yuvraj once again, who was now addressing the team with his usual authoritative tone. But even as he spoke, his gaze found hers occasionally, his smirk never fading.

Ambika could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

I am so dead.

The meeting proceeded, but for Ambika, it was nothing more than background noise. Her mind was stuck on one single, horrifying thought-

Her boss was the same infuriating man she had sworn never to cross paths with again.

Having no option left, Ambika finally whispered back to Rakshita, her voice barely above a murmur.

"He's... the CEO of the company."

For a moment, Rakshita blinked, as if processing the words. Then, without warning, she smacked her forehead with her palm and muttered under her breath-

"What the nark..."

Ambika's eyes widened. "What?" she whispered, now more confused than ever.

Rakshita glanced at her, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What happened to you? Are you okay? Any problem?"

Ambika opened her mouth to reply, but before a single word could escape, a cold, authoritative voice echoed through the meeting room.

"Ms. Sharma," Yuvraj's voice cut through the air, sending a chill down Ambika's spine.

Her eyes darted toward him, and her heart skipped a beat.

"If your 'important' talk is over... can we start the meeting now?"

Yuvraj leaned back in his chair, clicking the tip of his pen against the table rhythmically-tip... tip... tip-as if counting down the seconds of her silence.

Ambika's eyes met his for a fleeting second before she quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding.

"Y-Yes... I mean... s-sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Great. Just great.

Yuvraj's expression was unreadable, but the glint in his eyes told her that he was enjoying this far more than he should. However, he didn't drag it out any further.

He stood up from his chair, his cold gaze sweeping across the room as he spoke.

"I believe most of you already know me."

His tone was calm yet commanding, sending a shiver down Ambika's spine.

"But for those who don't..." His gaze shifted back to Ambika, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he added with deliberate emphasis-

"I'm Yuvraj Singh. The CEO of this company."

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