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The morning sun was barely up, but the apartment was already vibrating with loud, energetic Bollywood music.

Ishika was standing right on top of the bed, her face turned completely toward the wall, dancing with absolute abandonment.

She was using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone, swinging her hips, and singing at the top of her lungs.

"naa usko pata, naa uski khata main uspe mar gayi, jara usko bata dhire dhire ikrar me,
kabhi kabhi intjar me uske hi pyar me jhume jiya re crazy kiya re crazy kiya re"

Ishika belted out the lines, completely lost in her own private concert.

Suddenly, someone stepped up from behind and abruptly changed the song on the stereo system.

The lively track shifted instantly to a smooth, iconic 90s beat.

"Oooooo......"

Ishika stopped her mid-air dance move, completely shocked, and whipped around.

"Mera dil tha akela, tune khel aise khela, teri yaad mein jagoon raat bhar...."

Purvi was standing there right in front of the stereo.

She had a wet towel draped over her shoulders, her hair was damp, and she was dressed in casual home clothes, dramatically dancing to the new rhythm with a mischievous grin.

"Purvi ki bacchi!" Ishika yelled, clenching her fists in mock anger as she charged toward her to grab the remote.

Instead of backing away, Purvi burst out laughing.

She instantly grabbed Ishika’s hands, pulling her into the rhythm, and started dancing along with her.

"Baazigar o baazigar, tu hai bada jaadugar... Baazigar o baazigar tu hai bada jaadugar!"

Purvi sang along loudly, spinning Ishika around and turning the frustration into a chaotic, full-blown dance party.

Suddenly, the track changed yet again.

The iconic, high-octane opening rhythm of Hawa Hawai started blasting through the speakers.

"Hawa hawayi, Awi wiwi wiwi wiwi, Hawa hawayi, Awi wiwi wiwi wi....."

Both girls froze mid-step and turned their heads toward the doorway.

Rishita was standing there, holding the stereo remote, swaying her hips with a dramatic, diva-like smirk.

"Main khwabon ki shehzadi, main hoon har dil par chhayi...."

Rishita sang out with full expressions, completely getting into character.

"Bijli girane main hoon aayi, kehte hain mujhko hawa hawai... Hawa hawayi~~"

Purvi immediately walked over to Rishita, and playfully smacked the back of her head.

"Chada sahab, song kyu change kiya?" Purvi whined with a dramatic pout.

Ishika marched over and immediately smacked the back of Purvi's head in return.

"tune song kyu change kiya?" Ishika retorted, folding her arms.

Purvi gave Ishika a light, playful slap on her arm.

"Kyuki mujhe dance karna tha, Miss. Ishi-shishi" She fired back, sticking her tongue out and using her favorite annoying nickname.

Rishita stepped in and slapped Purvi's arm right back.

"Kyuki mujhe bhi dance karna tha, Miss. Bak Bak" Rishita argued, matching their playful energy with a grin.

In the middle of their chaotic three-way argument, the music abruptly cut off.

A loud, heavy warning track started playing from the stereo, drowning out their voices:

"Bachke tu rehna re bachke tu rehna, bachke tu rehna re bachke tu rehna..."

The three girls froze instantly.

Their eyes widened in pure horror.

"Nahin duga mauka milega sambhalnaaa....."

Purvi and Ishika spoke in unison. "Pammi Masi?"

Standing at the entrance of the room was Pammi, holding a long wooden broom in her hand like a weapon.

She marched right toward them and started playfully hitting them on their legs with the broom to break up the party.

"Aa! Pammi Masi!" Purvi yelled, dodging the broom with a quick, agile leap behind a chair.

"Kahin bhi chupa ho tujhe dhoond lega, Yeh hai ishq samja tujhe karhi dega, khallaaaas....."

"Pammi Masi, kya kar rahi ho?" Ishika cried out, hiding behind the mattress for cover.

"subha ke 10 baj gaye or tum logo ka ghar abhi tak saaf nahi hua" Pammi shouted, continuing to hit them.

"Pammi Masi?" Ishika held up both hands, motioning for a diplomatic timeout, while Purvi and Rishita peeked from behind her.

Pammi stopped, resting the broom on the floor or glared at them.
Ishika continued. "aise voilent hona aachi baat nahi hoti hum silently bhi to baat kar sakte hain"

"main voilent ho rahi hoon? Or jo tum logo ne kal milkar bechare gupta ke bete ko maara hain, uska kya?" Pammi countered, crossing her arms angrily.

"aree...vo to...vo pikar Rishita ke saath batmezzi ka raha tha isliye maara" Purvi spoke up defensively, entirely relaxed. "humne to aapki beti ki hi help ki thi"

"or waise bhi mummy uski punishment to mil chuki hain na hume" Rishita added, looking at Pammi with a sigh.

"kaha mili punishment? tumhare Chief ne jail jaane se pehle hi tumhari bail jo karwa di" Pammi snapped back, rolling her eyes.

She then turned her gaze sharply onto Purvi, pointing a finger at her. "tum to mujhe thanku bolo ki mene abhi tak tumhari maa ko kuch nahi bataya"

Purvi instantly placed a hand over her heart, her face contorting into a highly dramatic expression as fake tears welled up in her eyes.

"Thank you, Pammi Masi! main aapka ye ehsaan kabhi nahi bhulungi" she cried out theatrically, wiping a fake tear away.

Ishika and Rishita both chuckled softly at her acting, quickly pressing their fingers against their lips to hide their smiles.

Pammi shot them all a venomous glare.

"15 min hain tum logo ke pass jaldi se ghar ki safai karo" She ordered strictly, tapping her foot.

"Sirf 15 min. mein pura ghar kaise saaf kaise karenge? " Ishika complained, looking at the cluttered room.

"jaise jaldi-jaldi tum apna muh chalti ho, na waise hi jaldi jaldi haath chalao. Dekhna kaise sab saaf ho jayega" Pammi snapped final orders and marched out of the room into the living hall, leaving the broom behind.

Once she was safely out of earshot, Purvi threw her hands in the air, completely annoyed.

"yaar! inko kya matlab hain hum chahe ghar ki safai kare ya nahi? hum rent dete hain" She grumbled, picking up a duster.

Ishika shot her a flat, deadpan look. "pehle rent de to, 2 mahine se to ek 10 ka note nahi diya hain"

Purvi instantly changed her tone, sliding next to Ishika and buttering her up with a sweet, pleading smile.

"Yaar, tujhe pata hain na mere pass abhi job nahi hain, jaise hi job mil jayegi pura rent main hi pay karungi" she said, using her classic charm.

Rishita scoffed from the doorway. "iss janam mein mil jayegi na?"

"kyu nahi milegi? dekhna kal jis company mein interview dekar aayi hoon na vo jaroor mujhe select karnge" Purvi claimed confidently, striking a stylish, proud pose in the middle of the room.

"reject kar diya" Ishika broke the news flatly.

Purvi froze mid-pose. "What?"

"subha call aaya tha unka. Unhone kaha 'We cannot give you this job Miss. Purvi, please prepare better next time and try again'" Ishika recited the rejection message with an apologetic shrug.

"What? Nooooo!" Purvi wailed dramatically, putting her fists against her forehead as she dramatically slid down to sit cross-legged on the floor, faking a massive, tragic heartbreak.

"tum logo ne abhi tak kaam shuru nahi kiya kya?" Pammi's loud, echoing voice boomed menacingly from the living hall.

"bas aa rahe hain" the three of them yelled in unison, instantly scrambling to their feet and running out to grab their cleaning tools.

For the next two hours, the apartment was a battlefield of brooms, mops, and dusters.

One was cleaning the living hall, another was sweeping the bedroom, and someone was handling the kitchen.

Pammi walked around like a strict warden, inspecting every single corner with a critical eye.

She walked into the kitchen where Purvi was vigorously washing dishes.

Pammi picked up a large pot, inspected it under the light, and threw it right back into the washbasin with a loud, clanging splash.

Purvi gasped, wiping soap off her hands in frustration. "ye kya kiya? ye sab already dhule hue the"

"thik se nahi dhule hain, wapas dho or aise ki main apni shakal saaf-saaf dekh saku" Pammi demanded arrogantly, crossing her arms.

Purvi looked at the small plate in her hand and muttered under her breath, "aapki watermelon jaisi shakal iss choti si plate mein aane layak bhi to ho"

Pammi didn't hear her and turned around, marching over to Ishika who was mopping the living room floor.

Pammi frowned deeply at the puddle of water. "ye kya hain? aaj se pehle kabhi pocha nahi maara? Itna gila"

Ishika paused, leaning on the wiper with an exhausted expression. "agar gila nahi karungi to pocha lagega kaise?"

From the open kitchen, Purvi witnessed the quick comeback, instantly bent over the kitchen counter, and burst into loud laughter.

"ye aacha tha" She cheered, holding her stomach.

Pammi shot her a lethal, silent glare.

Purvi immediately zipped her mouth and turned back to scrubbing the pots in complete silence.

Pammi turned back to Ishika. "phir se lagao?" she snapped.

Ishika gave a frustrated huff and restarted the mopping.

"yeh landlady kam hostel ki warden madam jyada lagti hain" Ishika muttered under her breath as she dragged the mop.

Pammi then marched into the bedroom where Rishita was folding blankets.

She clicked her tongue in disapproval, shaking her head. "yeh kaise blanket fold ki hain? Wapas se karo."

Rishita groaned loudly, dropping the heavy fabric back onto the bed. "kya farak padta hain? waise bhi raat ko to wapas odhakar sona hi hain?"

"kaha na wapas karo" Pammi commanded, raising her voice.

"Arey unn dono ka samjh aata hain, lekin aap mujhse kaam kyu karwa rahi ho? main to beti hoon na aapki" Rishita argued, throwing her hands up in disbelief.

"agar beti hai to apne ghar mein raha kar na, yaha apni besties ke saath kyu rehti hain?" Pammi pointed out sharply.

"kya farak padta hain? ye floor bhi to humara hi hain" Rishita retorted, standing her ground.

"mujhse behas nahi, shanti se jitna kaha hain utna karo warna apni property se bedakhal karne mein jyada time nahi lagega" Pammi threatened, pointing a strict finger at her daughter.

Rishita turned her back and whispered under her breath "bedakhal karne ke liye property honi bhi to chahiye"

After a grueling three hours, the household chores were finally complete.

The three girls collapsed onto the living room sofa, completely exhausted but relieved that the storm had passed.

"Finally, kaam pura hua" Ishika breathed out, throwing her head back over the cushion.

"I am so tired." Rishita muttered, closing her eyes instantly.

She continued, yawning "mujhe thodi der sona hain"

Purvi quickly grabbed her sling bag from the side table and stood up with a mischievous grin.

"main to jaa rahi hoon ise pehle ki iski hitler maa naya kam lekar padhare" Purvi declared, rushing toward the main door.

"kaha jaa rahi hain?" Ishika called out after her, barely opening one eye.

"Mere handsome bhatije ko uske dost ke ghar se pick karne" Purvi shouted back, stepping out and closing the door behind her.

A little later, Purvi was sitting inside a local cab, looking out at the chaotic, busy roads.

Suddenly, the cab shuddered violently, groaned, and came to a grinding halt on the side of a busy street.

The driver stepped out, popped the smoking hood open, checked the engine, and walked over to her window with an apologetic look.

"Madam, car kharab ho gayi hain. Aap yaha se dusri taxi kar lijiye" the driver told her bluntly.

Purvi frowned, crossing her arms in annoyance. "lekin mene already aapko pay kar diya"

The driver just shrugged, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Purvi immediately countered, pointing out the window.

"hum to abhi aadhe raste hi aaye hain. Chaliye mere aadhe paise wapas kijiye" She demanded, holding out her palm.

The driver checked his pockets and shook his head dismissively. "mere pass 40 rs. chhutte nahi hain."

"to online kar dijiye" Purvi shot back, unlocking her phone screen.

The driver sighed, waving his hand to dismiss her. "jaane dijiye na madam 40 rs. mein kya ho jayenga?"

Purvi instantly leaned forward out of the window, her face turning incredibly dramatic as she began a grand, sweeping monologue.

"are bohot kuch ho jayega, socho kitna bura lagta hain jab aapke pass khudka ghar hain phir bhi rent par rehna pade kyuki...kyuki aapko bank ki installments deni hain. Agar merin installment mein 40 rs. kam pad gaye to"

The driver stared at her, completely baffled and stunned by her sudden burst of drama.

"lagta hain aapko to mujhe bhi jyada paiso ki jaroorat hain" he said, shaking his head.

"wahi to! tabhi to bol rhi hoon mere 40 rs. wapas do, nahi to....nahi to...main iss car se bahar nahi aaungi" Purvi threatened, settling firmly back into the seat and crossing her arms like a stubborn child.

"thik hain" the driver quickly pulled out his phone, and transferred the money just to get her out of his cab.

Purvi smiled brightly, flashed a victory grin, stepped out of the broken cab, and walked a little further down the pavement, waiting under the hot afternoon sun for another taxi.

Unfortunately, every single empty taxi that drove past completely ignored her waves and sped straight ahead.

Purvi huffed, blowing a stray lock of hair away from her eyes.

"mein kya shakal se itni garib dikhti hoon? Jo taxi wale rukne ka naam hi nhi le rahe nahi" she muttered out loud to herself, kicking a small stone on the pavement.

Right at that moment, a sleek, heavily guarded luxury vehicle cut smoothly through the traffic.

It was Vijendra’s elite car.

Inside, a private driver handled the wheel, and his head of security sat in the front passenger seat.

As the car drove past the pavement, Vijendra’s sharp gaze glanced casually out the window and caught a glimpse of Purvi standing there, trying to hail a cab.

Something about her vibrant face struck a sudden chord of recognition in his memory.

"Stop the car for a minute" Vijendra ordered sharply, his voice commanding.

The driver slammed on the brakes instantly, pulling the luxury car over to the side curb.

Vijendra narrowed his eyes, deeply lost in thought as he looked at her.

"What happened, Sir? Is everything all right?" the security head asked, turning back with a highly concerned and protective look.

Vijendra rolled down his tinted window slightly, staring intently back at Purvi’s silhouette on the pavement.

The memory of the ambush from the previous night flashed in his mind—the way this exact girl had fearlessly jumped in to throw off the hitman's aim, saving his life.

He recognized her face instantly.

"yeh wahi hain..." Vijendra murmured, his voice filled with shock and realization.

"Kon hain, Sir?" the security head asked, leaning over to look out.

"jisne uss din meri jaan bachayi thi" Vijendra stated firmly.

The security head quickly adjusted his gaze, locking her features into his memory so they would never lose her track again.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the powerful eyes watching her from the luxury car, Purvi checked her phone with a sigh.

"Taxi to mil nahi rahi" she muttered to herself, feeling her stomach growl loudly.

She turned her head and spotted a cozy, elite cafe right behind her on the street corner. "kyu na jaakar kuch kha liya jaye?"

She turned around, pushed the glass doors open, and walked right into the air-conditioned cafe.

She took a seat at a comfortable, plush table near the glass window, looking through the menu.

A waiter approached, and she placed a quick order for a cold coffee and a sandwich, tapping her fingers on the table as she relaxed into the comfort, waiting happily for her food to arrive.

Suddenly, a tall shadow fell across her table, blocking the light.

"Can I sit here?" a deep, polite, and mature voice asked from above.

Purvi blinked and looked up from her phone screen.

Standing right in front of her table was Vijendra, looking elite, wealthy, and powerful in his expensive tailored suit.

Purvi looked at him completely blankly, entirely unbothered by his wealthy appearance or intimidating stance.

"No"

She gestured casually toward the rest of the empty tables.

"Can't you see all the other empty tables around here? Go sit over there" Purvi replied flatly.

"Aaye bade! kya lagta hain english bolenge to main impress ho jaungi" She thought, eyes fixed on him.

She thought again "line marne se pehle apni umar to dekh lete"

Vijendra didn't move an inch.

Instead, a slight, amused smile touched his lips as he looked at her fiery, carefree attitude.

"lagta hain tumne mujhe pehchana nahi" Vijendra said smoothly, his tone calm.

Purvi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at him.

"kyu? aap koi Prime miniser ya President hain? jo har koi aapko pehchane?" She countered, completely unimpressed.

She let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back. "dekhiye uncle ji, main pehle hi bohot pareshan hoon. Please don't disturb me." she stated with a slight pout.

"tumhare pareshan hone ka kya reason hain? Mujhe batao, shayad main koi help kar doon." Vijendra offered, taking a seat directly opposite her as he spoke.

Purvi chuckled, tilting her head. "kyu? aap koi samaj sevak hain? jo aate-jaate logo ke pakad ke unki help karte hain?"

Vijendra laughed softly, adjusting his expensive suit cuffs. "lagta hain tumne abhi bhi mujhe pehchana nahi." he repeated.

Purvi knitted her brows in confusion just as the waiter arrived and placed her order on the table.

Before she could pick up her sandwich, Vijendra looked directly into her eyes.

"main wahi hoon jiski tumne uss din jaan bachayi thi....yadd hain?" He revealed gently.

Purvi stared at him, thinking hard for a few seconds as the memory of the ambush flashed in her mind.

Her eyes suddenly widened in realization.

"Arey haan! aap to wahi hain jisko maine goli lagne se bachaya tha" she exclaimed, her face lighting up.

Without thinking twice, Purvi generously pushed her freshly served drink toward him.

"ye lijiye" she offered brightly.

"nahi rehne do. Ye to tumhari hain na?" Vijendra replied, gesturing for her to keep it.

"koi bat nahi, aap bhi kya yaad rakhenge ki kis ameer insaan se pala pada tha aapka" Purvi replied dramatically, flipping her hair with a grin.

Vijendra cleared his throat to hide his amusement and took a small, polite sip of the drink.

"main tumhe hi dhundh raha tha. Socha nhi tha tum mere itne kareeb milogi" he said, looking at her with genuine gratitude.

"aap mujhe kyu dhundh rahe the?" Purvi asked, biting into her sandwich.

"tumne meri jaan bachayi or main tumhe thik se thanku bhi nhi bol paya" Vijendra explained.

"Arey koi baat nahi. Bas itni si baat ke liye aap mujhe itne time se dhundh rahe the?" Purvi waved her hand dismissively, completely casual about the heroics.

"main bhi tumhare liye kuch karna chahata hoon. Tum bol rhi thi na tum pareshan ho... mujhe batao" Vijendra insisted, wanting to repay the massive debt.

Purvi hesitated for a second, looking at her sandwich.

"jaane dijiye uncle ji, ye paiso ki baat hain" she muttered, not wanting to sound desperate.

"to mujhe batao tumhe kitne paise chahiye? I will give it to you." Vijendra asked instantly, ready to sign any amount.

Purvi’s face dropped, and she looked at him with a hurt expression.

"main jaan bachane ke badle paise nahi leti. Aapko main shakal se lalchi dikhti hoon?" she questioned sharply.

"nahi mera matlab vo nahi tha" Vijendra quickly tried to clarify, seeing her genuine pride.

"nahi uncle ji, aapne mujhe hurt kar diya hain. Aap jayiye yaha se" Purvi snapped, turning her face away dramatically.

She looked down at the table and began muttering to herself in frustration, completely unaware that he could hear her. "ek to mere pass na job hain, na paise......or upar se sar par itna loan."

Vijendra paused, catching her quiet complaints.

A calculated look entered his eyes. "agar job ki wajah se pareshan ho to to vo main tumhe dilwa sakta hoon" he offered smoothly.

Purvi’s head snapped back up, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

Vijendra gave a reassuring nod. "ab please, iske liye na mat karna" he requested firmly.

Meanwhile, outside the cafe, the security head was standing near the luxury car with his hands behind his back, keeping a sharp watch.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. He picked it up immediately, seeing the caller ID. It was Devraj.

"Hello, Devraj Sir" the security head answered respectfully.

Inside the Ranawat corporate headquarters, Devraj was walking down the corridor impatiently.

"Where is Vijay Bhai? Vo abhi tak company kyu nahi aaye? Board meeting start hone wali hain" Devraj demanded sharply through the line.

"Sir, jis ladki ne Vijendra Sir ki uss din jaan bachayi thi....vo abhi unke saath hain" the security head informed him immediately.

Devraj froze in his tracks, his eyes widening. "kya? vo ladki mil gayi?"

"Yes, Sir. Vo mil gayi" the security head confirmed.

"I will inform Vijendra Sir about the meeting" the security head stated.

"Okk" Devraj snapped final orders through the line and hung up.

Back inside the cafe, Purvi was still processing the offer. "Kya kaha? job?" she asked, leaning in.

Vijendra nodded with a confident smile.

"Ranawat Global Construction Corporation" he stated simply.

Purvi gasped, her eyes nearly popping out of her skull.

"Kya kaha? Ranawat Global Construction Corporation?" she whispered in complete disbelief.

"wahi company jo India mein Top 1 or world mein Top 10 par aati hain? Or jiske employees ko to chodo peon tak ko acchi-khasi salary milti hain or saath hi bohot accha bonus" Her brain went into absolute overdrive, processing all the facts at lightning speed.

Her thoughts began spinning wildly into a beautiful dream world.

Suddenly, she shook her head, snapping herself out of her daydream, and looked at him suspiciously. "kya aap mere saath majak kar rahe hain?" she asked.

"Nahi, main tumhare saath majak kyu-" Vijendra started to reply, but he was interrupted as the security head pushed open the cafe doors, walked over to their table, and bowed his head respectfully.

He leaned down and began whispering a message into his ear about the urgent board meeting.

While they whispered, Purvi’s sharp eyes began scanning Vijendra from head to toe.

She noticed the limited-edition luxury watch gleaming on his wrist, the flawless material of his tailored suit, and the pristine polish on his high-end shoes.

"dekhne se to ameer hi lag rahe. Kya pata sach mein job dilwa de" She thought to herself, her hope rising.

Vijendra looked up at the security head, his expression turning cold and dismissive.

"Tell them I am busy right now" He ordered flatly.

The security head bowed again and immediately stepped away.

Purvi just stared at him in absolute awe, watching how flawlessly the armed security guard obeyed his every word without a single question.

"By the way....aap mujhe waha.....job kaise dilwayenge?...aap Ranawat's ke close friend hain kya?" Purvi asked curiously, taking another casual bite of her sandwich.

Vijendra wiped his hands with a napkin, looked straight at her, and delivered the final blow.

"Mera pura naam Vijendra Singh Ranawat hain" he stated with absolute authority.

Purvi froze mid-chew.

Her eyes widened into saucers, and her sandwich nearly slipped from her hand.

Before she could even process the shock, Vijendra added the ultimate revelation.

"Or Ekansh Singh Ranawat... mera bada beta hain" he murmured smoothly.

Purvi felt the ground drop beneath her feet.

She just sat there, completely paralyzed, staring at him like a statue.

A wave of pure panic washed over her brain as her inner thoughts began screaming.

"hey bhagwan....yeh maine kya kar diya? Itna ameer insaan pehli baar khud chalke mere pass aaya or maine inse itni rudely baat ki" She thought, screaming internally.

Vijendra chuckled at her sudden, frozen expression. "What happened? Are you okay? " he asked.

Quickly blinking, she forced a very awkward, nervous smile onto her face to mask her panic and spoke out loud.

"No- No, Very okay."

"I mean.... aapka pura naam Vijendra Singh Ranawat hain yeh to bohot aachi baat hain" she said, trying her best to sound casual.

"Arey bewkoof! kya bol rahi hain? isme konsi acchi baat hain?" She instantly scolded herself internally, wanting to disappear into the ground.

Vijendra smiled, completely unbothered by her quirky behavior. "So, you can come and join the company tomorrow morning" he stated casually, finalizing the offer.

"Joining tomorrow?....kal hi join karu...vo bhi bina interview ke?" she thought in complete shock.

Then, her pragmatic, carefree side instantly kicked in to clear her doubts. "Arey tujhe kya matlab hain? jab vo interview lena hi nahi chahate to tu kyu itna soch rahi hain? waise bhi tujhe abhi job ki jaroort hain, self respect ko side mein rakh or haan bol."

After a few seconds of complete silence, Purvi looked up at Vijendra with a bright, confident smile.

"Thik hain, agar aap itna insist kar rahe hain to main aa jaungi kal" Purvi said cheerfully, sealing her destiny.

Vijendra giggled and shook his head.

Purvi was about to take another victory bite of her sandwich when she casually glanced down at her phone screen to check the time.

Her eyes popped out instantly as she jumped up from her seat in pure panic.

"Ohhh! Mera bhatija" She gasped dramatically, clutching her forehead.

"mujhe jana hoga mera bhatija wait kar raha hoga" she squealed, looking at him in complete rush.

Vijendra stood up calmly, adjusting his suit jacket, completely unfazed by her sudden burst of energy.

"Tumhe kaha jaana hain? Come, I will drop you there" He offered kindly, gesturing toward his car parked outside.

Purvi quickly waved her hands in refusal, flashing a grateful but nervous smile.

"Arey nahi! aapne pehle hi meri sabse badi problem solve kar di ab main aapko or pareshan nahi karna chahati" she insisted, shaking her head.

"Come on, isme pareshani ki koi baat nahi" Vijendra replied with a gentle smile, insisting on his offer.

Purvi paused for a split second, looking out at the sun and remembering how all the local taxis had brutally rejected her earlier.

"Wow, Purvi....free ride vo bhi itni mehangi car mein or saath mein bodyguards bhi?" she thought with a sneaky grin.

"Thik hain" She agreed happily, tossing her bag over her shoulder.

Together, they walked out of the air-conditioned cafe.

The head of security immediately rushed forward, opening the door of the elite, bulletproof car for them.

As Purvi stepped into the sheer comfort of the leather seats, she turned to Vijendra with a bright, beaming smile.

"Thank you in advance! For the ride" Purvi cheered as the car pulled into the traffic smoothly.

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