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.
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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