Reyansh’s POV
The NGO was exactly how I expected it to be.
Perfect.
Organized. Efficient. Running flawlessly.
Of course it was.
It belonged to Dadu.
I walked through the space, observing everything carefully—the staff, the systems, the discipline. No flaws. No chaos. Just the way I liked it.
After a quick round, I handed out gifts to the children.
They smiled.
Some even tried talking to me.
I didn’t respond much.
It’s not that I hate kids…
I just don’t feel anything for them anymore.
One person was enough to ruin that part of me.
But the dogs—
That was different.
I crouched slightly, feeding them with my own hands. They wagged their tails, circling around me, trusting me without hesitation.
Loyal.
Pure.
They don’t betray.
Maybe that’s why I prefer them over people.
After that, I headed to the manager’s office and collected all the important documents related to upcoming deals. Everything was in place.
Work done.
I stepped out into the corridor, turning left—
Thud.
Something soft collided with me.
For a second, I frowned.
What the—
And then I realized…
That “something” wasn’t something.
It was someone.
I looked down.
The girl.
Her papers were scattered across the floor again.
For a brief moment, I considered helping.
Then I stopped myself.
Why should I?
She should learn to watch where she’s going.
I straightened, my expression hardening as I looked at her.
“Are you blind?” I said coldly. “Can’t you see where you’re walking?”
She looked up at me.
And instead of apologizing…
She glared.
Actually glared at me.
I almost laughed.
The audacity.
Does she even know who she’s talking to?
I could ruin her life in a second.
And yet, there she was… standing in front of me like I was the problem.
Unbelievable.
And then—
She called me a wall.
A wall.
For a second, I just stared at her.
Was she insane?
Or just stupidly brave?
Either way… interesting.
But I didn’t have time for this.
Not for her.
Not for her attitude.
Not for her nonsense.
Ignoring her completely, I tightened my grip on the documents and walked past her.
Or at least…
I tried to.
Because the next second—
She grabbed my hand.
Before I could react…
She snatched the documents from me—
And pressed her lips against them.
Once.
Twice.
Leaving bold lipstick marks all over the most important papers I was holding.
My steps froze.
For a second… I didn’t even process what just happened.
Then it hit me.
My jaw clenched.
Slowly… dangerously… I looked back at her.
Now I was angry.
Not annoyed.
Not irritated.
Angry.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” my voice dropped, sharp and threatening.
But she didn’t wait.
Didn’t explain.
Didn’t apologize.
She just stepped back—
And walked away.
Fast.
Almost like she knew…
She had just crossed a line she shouldn’t have.
I stared at the documents in my hand.
Lipstick marks.
Bright.
Bold.
Provoking.
Then my gaze lifted in the direction she disappeared.
A slow, dangerous smirk formed on my lips.
The moment I stepped out of the NGO, I checked my phone.
Dadu had sent a location.
I frowned.
“Now what?”
I already had a hundred important things to deal with… and half my mind was still stuck on that girl.
Annoying.
Provoking.
And somehow… still in my head.
I exhaled sharply and drove to the location.
But the moment I reached—
I paused.
It was a house.
Not too big. Not too small.
Normal.
“Why the hell am I here?” I muttered under my breath.
Still, I stepped inside.
And the moment I did—
Dadu.
Sitting there, smiling.
I nodded slightly, walking in.
Then my eyes shifted.
Mom.
I greeted her.
She ignored me.
Great.
She’s still upset.
And then—
Dad.
As usual, we didn’t even look at each other.
Nothing new.
“Reyansh, idhar aao,” Dadu called, gesturing me to sit beside him.
I did.
That’s when I noticed…
We weren’t alone.
A woman, around my mother’s age, smiled politely.
“Namaste, beta.”
I returned it.
Then a man—probably her husband.
Same formal greetings.
But my mind was already irritated.
Why am I even here?
Couldn’t Dadu handle this himself?
And then—
She walked in.
A girl.
Around my age.
The moment our eyes met…
I understood everything.
Marriage.
Of course.
That’s why no one told me.
Because if they had—
I wouldn’t have shown up.
Not a chance.
I leaned back slightly, studying her.
She was looking at me too…
But not like other girls.
No excitement.
No interest.
Just… calm.
Detached.
Almost like she didn’t want this either.
Good.
At least we agree on something.
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Across the room, the conversation had already started.
“So, rashmi ji,”
my mother said politely, “aapki beti toh kaafi seedhi lag rahi hai.”
Rashmi smiled, but her eyes were sharp—observing everything.
“Seedhi hai… par samajhdaar bhi hai,” she replied. “Aur situations ko kaise handle karna hai… yeh use achhe se aata hai.”
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Dadu chuckled softly. “Perfect match hai Reyansh ke liye.”
I almost scoffed.
If only they knew.
A few minutes later, Dadu suddenly stood up.
“Reyansh, zara mere saath bahar aao.”
I followed him silently.
The moment we stepped out, his tone changed.
“Chahe kuch bhi ho,” he said firmly, “tum mana nahi karoge.”
I looked at him.
“Dadu—”
“Woh ladki bahut achi hai. Bachpan se jaanta hoon use. Mere dost ki poti hai. Bilkul perfect hai tumhare liye.”
Perfect?
I almost laughed.
Nothing about me is “perfect.”
Still…
I couldn’t refuse him.
Not him.
So I said the only thing he wanted to hear—
“As you wish, Dadu.”
He relaxed instantly.
But I wasn’t done.
“But,” I added coldly, “if this marriage happens… she’ll have to live by my rules.”
My voice dropped slightly.
“And I’ll make sure she learns them.”
Dadu frowned a little, but before he could say anything—
I had already stepped back.
---
By the time evening fell, everything felt… decided.
Too fast.
Too forced.
As we were about to leave, something felt off.
Her parents.
There was something strange about them.
Like they were hiding something.
I didn’t like that.
At all.
---
“Excuse me,” I said casually, heading towards the washroom.
But as I stepped out—
Something caught my attention.
A girl.
Sneaking out through the back gate.
I couldn’t see her face clearly…
But something about her felt familiar.
Too familiar.
My eyes narrowed slightly.
“Who was that…?”
For a second, I considered following her.
But then—
I stopped.
Not worth it.
Or maybe…
Not yet.
---
Outside, Aarav was already leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone.
“Took you long enough,” he said lazily.
I ignored him.
But as I sat inside the car....
The entire drive back home…
He just wouldn’t shut up.
Aarav.
“Bro, seriously? Tu gaya tha NGO… phir kisi random house… aur tu mujhe bata bhi nahi raha kya chal raha hai?” he kept going, not even bothering to look at me.
I kept my eyes on the road.
Silent.
Ignoring him.
As usual.
“Wait—don’t tell me,” he suddenly gasped dramatically. “Shaadi ka scene hai na? Arranged marriage? Oh my God, Reyansh Malhotra getting married? I need popcorn for this.”
I shot him a look.
One look.
He grinned wider.
“Okay okay… calm down. But bro, at least ladki toh acchi thi na?” he nudged.
Silence.
“Ya phir tu usko bhi dara ke aa gaya?” he added, laughing at his own joke.
My grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
“Shut up, Aarav.”
“Arre yaar, itna attitude kyun? Main tera best friend hoon. Mujhe toh bata,” he said, leaning back comfortably.
Best friend.
Annoying… but true.
I exhaled slowly.
“She’s… fine.”
“Bas fine?” he raised a brow. “Tu ‘fine’ bol raha hai matlab ya toh ladki dangerous hai… ya tu already interested hai.”
I didn’t respond.
And that was his answer.
“Ohhh,” he smirked, “toh kuch toh hai.”
“Nothing,” I said coldly.
But even I knew…
That wasn’t completely true.
Because my mind wasn’t on the girl from the house.
It was on someone else.
Someone far
more irritating.
Far more bold.
Far more dangerous.
That ngo girl.
Aarav kept talking…
And for once—
I let him.
Because his useless noise…
Was better than the thoughts in my head.
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