SIYA'S POV
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I still remember waking up the next morning after that night. I found myself in my bed in my room. It was as if nothing had happened between us - as if everything was just a sweet dream.

Arjun didn't say or ask anything about what had happened, and he didn't react at all. Everything seemed normal, like nothing had happened.

To be honest, I'm still confused about whether it was real or just a dream. God knows!

I probably shouldn't even give Arjun that much attention because he doesn't deserve it. He's a freaking Devil Singh Rathore!

I snapped out of my daydream when I heard the landline phone ring.

I answered the call quickly, not wanting to subject myself to further insults. I was sure it was Devil Rathore on the landline.

"Come to my office right now!"

He ordered before abruptly hanging up.

I can't work openly in my office because Mr. Rathore can always see me through the one-way glass wall in his office.

Yes, that insane person installed a one-way glass wall to separate our offices. Mr. Rathore's office is as big as a house, and my office has been made in a part of his office, separated only by a glass wall.

Practically, he can see me whenever he wants, but I can't see him. How unfair, isn't it? Previously, my office used to be separate. But after marriage, he made my office within his own office. When I asked him why, do you know what he said?

He said- "Really!! you think I would trust a cheater and cheap girl like you. I don't trust you at all, so you have to be in front of my eyes every time."

He called me a cheater! When did I cheat? Infact he is the biggest cheater.

At least the room is soundproof, so he can't hear me. I can curse him as much as I want.

There's a glass door in the wall, but it's only for him to check that I'm not doing anything wrong.

He is such a psycho!

I got up from my seat, walked out of my office and stood outside his office, taking deep breaths.

Because I will need it very much inside!

I knocked on the door.

"Come inside,"

I gathered the courage to go in.

He was sitting at his desk, surrounded by numerous files, and he looks extremely angry, as though he could snap at anyone at any moment.

"Mr. Rathore, did you call me?"

He glared at me like a hunter.

"Tell the truth, Siya! Have you lost your mind? You've been working in the office for at least 4 months, and you still don't know how to prepare even a single file!"

I was taken aback by his shouting, but I knew that I had prepared the file correctly. However, I didn't have the courage to say anything at that moment.

"You are so stupid that you don't even know how to prepare data statements. You know what, Siya? You are more useless than a dustbin. We can at least throw garbage in the dustbin, but what can we do with you? You are the most unwanted and useless thing I have ever seen."

Tears welled up in my eyes hearing his bitter words full of hatred. I started digging my nails into my palm to control myself, because I don't want to cry.

At least not in front of him. No matter what happens, I will not let him win.

He can break me but cannot defeat me.

"Actually, Siya, I was right when I said that our office peons can do a better job than you."

He mocked me!

"Let's do one thing, let's get your work done by the peon and the peon's work done by you. How about that?"

I was shocked to hear this! It was something I did not expect from him. But how can I forget?

He is Arjun Singh Rathore! He has a license to do all the worst things in the world.

"So here's what you'll do. Go to the management room; all the files of this office are there. The room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, so a lot of dust has accumulated on them. Clean each file perfectly!"

I looked at him without any expression.

"After cleaning, take a photo of the room and send it to me as proof, because I don't trust you. Not even a little."

"Why are you doing this, Arjun? What have I done that you are punishing me like this?"

I said, feeling hurt that he didn't trust me.

"Oh, please, Siya! I have told you many times, and I am telling you again. Don't pretend to be a poor and helpless woman in front of me!"

He came close to me and whispered in my ear.

"because I know how much of a opportunist girl you are."

Anger or shame, I don't know for what reason, but I closed my eyes and clenched my fist tightly.

"Yes, sir, I will do it!"

I said, and stormed out of his office.

Before leaving, I saw the expression on his face. He was completely shocked, probably because he thought I would break down and cry in front of him if he spoke to me in this manner.

I will never allow him to win, no matter what happens

I exited his office and slammed the door shut, not being able to control my emotions, I shouted loudly outside his office.

"Freaking Devil Rathore! Bastard! Rascal! You're a jerk, I hate you so much. How can someone be so filled with anger all the time? But then again, it's Arjun Singh Rathore we're talking about. No, Devil Singh Rathore!"

"You think a dustbin is better than me? I don't know about me, but a dustbin is definitely better than you. Why? Because at least a dustbin stays in one place quietly. You seem to have a Ph.D. in bothering people, insulting them, humiliating them, and saying awful things to them. I despise you! I despise you so much. May God protect you from me, or else one day I might just end up harming you."

"Evil person"

I yelled until I was satisfied, then turned around to walk away.

But as soon as I turned, my heart sank in fear. I covered my mouth with my palms to prevent myself from saying anything further. People are right when they say that anger spoils everything.

A man was standing in front of me. He was wearing a suit and had beautiful blue eyes, which had widened in shock.

Seeing him, I realized that he wasn't from this office, but he was undoubtedly an important person. After all, my powers of observation are good.

The man become completely paralyzed, probably because of what he had just heard. As a result, his mouth was also agape. By the way, anyone would react like this. No one in this office has the courage to say no to Mr. Rathore, and here I was, cursing him.

I approached him, bowed!

"I am so sorry, sir! I know I have made a big mistake. Please don't tell Mr. Rathore about this. Please!"

I began to beg.

He snapped out of his shock.

"Pinch me"

I was stunned by what he said to me.

"Pinch me, woman!"

He exclaimed.

"What are you saying, sir? I'm sorry. I'm deeply ashamed of my childish behavior."

I said, pretending to look guilty, though I didn't actually feel guilty for badmouthing him.

I braced myself, expecting a scolding or a threat to tell Mr. Rathore everything. But to my shock, he bursted into laughter.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you just cursed him-Arjun Singh Rathore, the business tycoon everyone fears. You are unbelievably brave. I should take lessons from you!"

He exclaimed, still laughing.

I was utterly stunned.

"Wow, I loved hearing that, especially the part about the dustbin. I totally agree with you," he said, grinning.

My eyes got widened in shock.

"Wow, you insulted him with every abuse imaginable, told all the things which I've only ever thought about. To be honest, I still can't believe it."

He continued, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Give me a high-five!"

He said smiling!

"Seriously, I'm now your biggest fan. And that nickname-what did you call him? Yes! Devil Rathore."

He laughed even harder.

"Perfect name, it suits perfectly his personality," he added, still chuckling.

"Isn't that true? You also feel the same way, don't you? That's why I gave him that name, Devil Rathore..."

It just burst out from my mouth.

"Oh, sorry!" I stuttered.

"It's alright! You don't need to apologize. I won't share this with anyone. It's for us alone, okay?"

He reassured me.

"Thank you so much, sir,"

I replied, a genuine smile spreading across my face.

"No need to thank me. It's exactly what I needed to do."

He replied.

"How could it not be needed? You've saved my life."

I expressed my gratitude with a smile.

He smiled and said, "It's all good. You've accomplished something I've been unable to do."

"What do you mean, sir?"...I inquired.

"I've always wanted to express this to my friend, but fear has held me back. That's why I haven't been able to say it to him until now. Look, you've done it!"

"What? But when did I curse your friend...?"

"You just did it! Just a moment ago."

"But I've said all things to Mr. Rathore..."

I stopped in the middle because I understood his point.

"Exactly, he's my friend Arjun Singh Rathore, I'm proud to call him that."

He said with pride.

I recalled everything, I've heard about him from some of the employees. He's Arjun's sole or best friend and business partner as well. "Aarav Singhania" He holds 40% of the shares in ASR ENTERPRISES.

Suddenly, a look of fear covered my face. Sensing my fear, he put his hand on my shoulder and assured me that he wasn't going to tell anyone anything.

"By the way, I've told you who I am, but you haven't introduced yourself."

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I'm Siya, Mr. Rathore's personal assistant."

I replied with a smile.

"Oh! It's very nice to meet you, Siya."

He said, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too!"

I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Please! I know I'm older than you, but I'm not so old that you need to call me 'sir'," he said, pouting.

"Okay, Mr. Singhania," I said with a slight smile.

He made a face.

"Don't! Just call me Aarav, okay?"

I smiled at his warm behavior and nodded.

"So, is your boss available?" he asked playfully.

"Yes, he is."

"I've already taken up a lot of your time, so bye! See you soon, cutie pie."

"Cutie pie?" I asked.

"Yep! Since you are the cutest and most adorable person I've ever met, my heart just said that I should call you Cutie Pie. Can I?"

He said and asked at the same time.

Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes. It was the first time since my marriage that someone had spoken to me with genuine love.

"Cutie pie, what happened? Why are you crying?"

His voice filled with concern.

I shook my head and said, "Yes! You can."

He smiled warmly at me and headed towards the office. I, too, made my way to the managing room, following Devil Rathore's orders.

When I reached the managing room, I was utterly shocked by what I saw. Only one thought raced through my mind, "I can't do this".

There were countless files, perhaps more than a thousand. They looked like they hadn't been touched for years. It was clear these were useless. He was just punishing me!

How will I manage this? I have a severe dust allergy, which can sometimes be life-threatening. That's why I've never done this kind of cleaning work. But again, I can't say anything to him. If I do, he has power over my orphanage and my grandmother.

"Ugh, I hate him so much. Please, God, punish him."

I muttered to myself.

I started working after invoking God's name, determined to get through it.

CONTINEU✨