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Angel !

He's really making an effort to hide a smile after hearing those sweet words from her. It seems like the time he spent at the gym, working out for hours, paid off today, and he's feeling pretty good about it.

On the other hand, she's putting in a lot of effort to wriggle out of his embrace, but for some reason, she's having trouble standing on her own. He slowly lets her go, and even though she tries her best to stand up, her feet just aren't cooperating. Eventually, she manages to steady herself by placing her hands on his broad chest.

Now, they're standing really close to each other, sharing the same air. Despite her being 5.5 feet tall, she only reaches up to his shoulders. The height difference means her hands keep touching his bare chest because he's got a couple of shirt buttons undone. Without realizing it, she can feel his heartbeat getting faster every time she touches him.

He, on the other hand, is fully aware of this but chooses to ignore the feelings in his heart. It's a feeling he doesn't want in his life unless it's with his family. He understands the value of trust and the pain and insecurity that come when it's broken. So, he's trying to keep things in check and not let those emotions take over.

He stood right where he was, looking kinda proud, like he was part of something big. There was this girl he was staring at, and she seemed more like a cartoon character than a regular person. She was holding onto his shirt, trying to keep herself steady, but their height difference and the effects of the drink were making it tricky.

Even though she was struggling, she slowly moved her hands closer to his face. He got a bit jittery - can you believe it, the tough mafia king getting nervous because of our 5-foot drama queen, Avni? Yeah, the same person who can destroy anyone in seconds .(boss bandi meh kuchh baat to hai )
( Boss , the girl is special)

"He was nervous cause what she is doing yrr , My Aadi is still virgin with no records of girl friend baby....."

Avni's hands made their way to his neck, and even though he had a bunch of thoughts running in his head, his face just showed that usual smirk. But, deep down, he was feeling the impact of her touch - her eyes, her tiny figure - it was getting to him.

He just wanted to figure out what Avni was up to, what she wanted from him. Her touch was different from others who usually wanted something from him - money, status, name or fame . This time, it was something new, something he hadn't felt before.
Something which is directly touching his heart, making him feel her touch. It's different....

She delicately caressed his face with her two petite hands, struggling to entirely conceal his visage. After contemplating him for a few moments, she proceeded to gently squeeze his face with both hands, though it elicited no reaction from him. Perplexed, he remained in contemplation, grappling with the recent occurrence. If an onlooker were to witness this, they would find it incredulous. The reputed mafia king, who typically vehemently opposes physical contact and is known to resort to lethal measures for such transgressions, now stood in an uncharacteristically unassuming manner.

His eyes lacked the usual intensity or fury that would obliterate everything in its path.

It would be hard for anyone to believe that this was the same individual who dismissed a maid for entering his room without his permission, ensuring she faced unemployment as a consequence.

Looking directly into his calm blue eyes, which seemed particularly gentle just for her, she expressed, "You're cute, Mr.," with a playful pout gracing her face, adding an extra layer of adorableness. The presence of a nose pin only contributed to the overall perfection of the moment.

However, a sudden thought seemed to strike her, prompting her to abruptly divert her focus, pointing a finger at him while maintaining an innocent expression, as if trying her best to portray anger.

With a loud and extended "Yeeeeee.....," she shouted for reasons only known to her, but he clearly understood. She pointed her finger directly at him, maintaining eye contact. "His eyes slowly turned black, as if trying to hide the emotions he was feeling." Unlike others who avoid looking at him, this girl displayed a remarkable audacity in her actions.

"Hllloooooo... Missssterrr .....what are y....you doing in ladies washro.....oom
Haaa... Don't you have shame ....."
She spoke while maintaining direct eye contact with his blue eyes, her body still trembling from the effects of the drink.

He was still in his place with no change of expression, the softness for some reason is visible in his eyes . In the same eyes which is always filled with anger, if the world see his this look definitely no one believe he is the same Aadish Rajawat .

He composes himself after her Gyan( knowledge )for not to come in ladies washroom.
"Miss.Angel can I ask you what's your name?" He tried to say as sweet as he can but it turned out little harsh . ( But the words he used .. hayee mai to gayii .....)
( Lo ji ab ye in fully unaware talli( drunk) ladki sorry sorry aaft ( danger)se swal ( question) krege or puchh to aise rahe hai jaise jawab de hi na de ye inhe ( and he is asking like she is going to give him answers))

She took a pause looking in his eyes said "Ohhh helllooo ... Hai kon aap ji ....ek to pahele ladies washroom meh aagye or ab naam janana hai aapko."(Helloooo... Hi, who are you? First, you accidentally entered the ladies' washroom, and now you want to know my name). She said in her cute voice like a baby, she wants to be angry but due to drink she is looking even more cute while saying all this . With a pause she continued her blabbering...( Inna bolti hai na ye tum log padhte padhte thak jaoge lekin ye bolte bolte nahi thake gi ) ( When you read so much, you'll get tired, but she won't get tired of talking.)

She said looking from top to bottom at him"Samjh kya rakha hai ha khudko ..... good-looking ho , handsome ho , hot bhi ho , acche muscles bhi hai to...... kya khi bhi chale jaoge kya ......... " ( What do you think of yourself... You're good-looking, handsome, even hot, and you have nice muscles, so can you go anywhere you want?) while talking baby steps with some support in his room . He stood there with parted lips, experiencing a mix of astonishment, shock, and amazement. Contemplating whether she was truly real.

( Vaise aadi ko to chandi hi chandi hogyi 🤭)

He felt a sense of happiness as the girl openly admired him and showered him with compliments, a rare occurrence due to his anger issues and high status. Despite his usual demeanor, today he found joy in the unexpected theft of his heart by the girl.

Grinning joyfully, he resembles a teenager who just discovered his crush shares the same feelings. Today stands out, filled with a magical and distinctive emotion. The childlike purity she exudes effortlessly enchants him, leading to his heart being captured after just their initial encounter.(isko kaala Jadu aata hai kya???? Readers se request hai yee avni madam ke baare meh thodi jankari layi jaye hmara masum aadi kahi inki aankho ke Jadu meh na barbad ho jaye ) ( Does she know black magic? Readers are requested to gather some information about Ms. Avni so that our innocent Aadi doesn't get lost in the magic of her eyes.)

She is walking in his room finding something when she unbalanced and slipped. But thankfully before he came to save her she landed on his bed.

Aadish's POV

I don't know what I am feeling. Is she for real???? is the only thing I am asking to myself from the moment I saw her .

Few minutes before I am litterly confused she is challenging me or admiring me or trying to say that I am handsome. Ohh that's I am, but this little creature is just a headache to me .who is she??? It's looks like she was searching for washroom and accidentally entered in my room .

But how is it possible, why there is no one to stop her .......

No one can enter in this corridor without my permission........thats the only sign that there are no anymore my guards are present.

Ok know that's enough. I put my gun on my side table . ya i have this .

I shut my room's door securely, approached her as she seemed to have drifted into a slumber, softly murmuring in her sleep, resembling more of a cry. "Angel, it seems like you've had your first drink in your life... or maybe someone spat in your drink." I ensured her comfort on my bed, took off her heels, sat beside her, and covered her with a duvet. While doing so, she unexpectedly grasped two of my fingers. Her hands were smaller than mine, yet they seemed perfectly made for them. Attempting to free my fingers, she started to stir. Concerned about her waking up and lecturing me again, a small smile unknowingly appeared on my lips. ( It's second time in a single day Aadi ab to smjh jao ji ) .

I stopped trying and here madam smiling in her beauty sleep ." Aap kya ho , Angel". ( Who are you angel (I said with a small chuckled. How can she trust me this much even in her this state.

I call Arman not before admiring her moon like face (Chand sa chehra uska hayee ) ( moon like her face). And removing hair strands from her face . Which are disturbing her . The urge of using these beautiful pink lips of her in my way is growing every seconds.

Arman, without hesitation, picked up my call, stating, "Boss, we need to leave," his voice reflecting care rather than tension or fear. Our friendship dates back to our school years. Being an orphan, Arman endured constant insults and judgments due to the absence of family support. We first connected at my parents' orphanage, and despite their support after completing the 12th grade, Arman insisted on charting his own path, working three part-time jobs to cover his college fees. Navigating the complexities of the world with resilience, he steadfastly ignored the negativity around him, placing a high value on his self-respect and refusing to bow down to anyone. My mother, driven by a deep desire to comprehend the struggles of orphaned children, sought to establish meaningful connections, solve their problems, and enrich their lives, stepping into the role often neglected by absent parents.

Three years ago, after finishing my studies, I returned to India. During that period, our adversaries were particularly active, and my father was grappling with health issues. Despite the challenges, my father, or "baba," had previously managed the entire Rajawat business, a responsibility that had traditionally required three individuals. However, after my uncles met with an accident, fueled by their passion for racing cars, my father became the sole person in charge. Despite the circumstances, he gave his best efforts to handle the situation.

I understand that to manage the business, I require someone trustworthy and loyal to both my family and me, and he fits that description. When I first met him upon returning to India, he greeted me warmly, as if eagerly awaiting my arrival. We shared a close bond during our best times in school, where we confided in each other about every little aspect of our lives. However, due to the physical distance and time commitments of my higher studies, we gradually lost touch with each other.

Upon hearing my father's account of the tremendous physical, mental, and emotional toil he endured, I was convinced to select him for my business ventures. After collaborating with him, I came to the realization that it was, without a doubt, the wisest decision I made. Our elevated status naturally aligned us with the mafia world. However, with the passage of time, we underwent transformations, and now, as a united force, we not only navigate but also exert influence over the intricate landscape of the world.

To the world, he's merely my personal assistant, but little do they know that he also holds a significant position within the authorized ranks of the mafia world. With a simple nod, I swiftly ended the call.

I observed her peacefully sleeping, still holding onto my fingers as if releasing them would mean losing something precious.

Approaching her, I caught a whiff of her lily-like fragrance and whispered in her ears, "Angel, I'm sorry. It's not safe for you... but one day."

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