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Veer POV

I looked at his arm, which was now dressed.

"I'll go home now," I informed him.

"Why? Don't you like this place? We can change it if you want, just tell me your preference," he said in one go, without listening to a single word.

"Should I speak?" I asked.

"Yes, what do you want?" he asked, being impatient.

"I want to go home to bring my luggage, and I don't have any problem with this place. It's your house; you should decide, not me," I said, because why would my preference be that important?

"Take the car from the garage, don't take a cab," he stated, and I agreed.

Stepping into the washroom, I wore the clothes from the previous day, and I'll bathe at home in my room.

He slept again, spreading all over the bed on his stomach, showing his perfectly fitted back. I searched for the car keys but still didn't find them in the living room.

I went to him again.

"Sir?"

"Sir," but there was no response.

Fuck this age gap and official formalities.

"Omkar, I can't find the keys," I said, tapping his shoulder.

His eyes opened, and he looked at me, or maybe he was staring at me.

"Sit here, wait for me. I'll take you there," he said and went into the washroom without waiting for my reply.

OMKAR RANAWAT'S POV

Fuck, holy fuck, did he just say my name? I never liked my name as much as I'm liking it now, the way the words dropped from his lips.

Looking at myself, I saw my reflection in the mirror, a man being happy over such silly or minor things.

You are gone, Ranawat, in the hands of this little kid of the Yaduvanshis! I murmured.

First, I thought he could go and get his things, but now I want to stick to him.

Doing my morning routine swiftly, I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist. He was sitting on the bed, swaying his feet while using his phone.

After dressing in a black shirt and pants, I sprayed a little bit of perfume.

"Chale?" I said, going near him.

( Let's go)

"I've been waiting for ages," he said. This sarcastic mouth needs to be kissed so that he forgets how to speak.

"Mr. Chalo," he said, and I returned to my mortal self from the imagination.

( Hello, mr. Let's go)

"Where are the car keys? I couldn't find them," he asked.

"They are in the basement where all my cars are parked," I replied.

Stepping into the basement, I admired my car collection and then looked at him to check his reaction, but he didn't seem surprised or in awe. Of course, he is accustomed to richness.

Sitting in the car, we moved onto the roads.

But then another car slightly brushed against our car. Instinctively, my hand moved in front of him so he wouldn't get injured.

Pressing down on the accelerator, my car moved and over took that car.

"Benchod, jab gaadi chalani nahi aati toh chalte kyun ho saalo?" I marched towards them.

( If you don't know how to drive then why should you drive)

The men in the car got down.

"Tumhe pata hai mera baap kaun hai saale, aur gaali kisko di re tu madarchod?" he said, threatening me. It triggered the wrath I had been controlling until now because of the person beside me.

( Do you know who is my father and how dare you to abuse me, motherfucker)

"If you don't know your father, then I can help you with that process. Ab har ek se aise poochhega toh nahi milega tumhara baap," I said, then saw Veer behind me.

( If you don't know your father, then I can help with that process. If you ask every single person you won't able to find him)

The man ran towards me with a baseball bat, but before he could do anything, my security personnel took him down.

"Baap ka toh pata nahi, but I'll show you who I am," I said, tapping his cheeks.

( I don't know your father but I'll show you who I am)

"Akele mein aa na re, yeh fauj kyun, darpok saala?" he uttered, struggling to break free.

( Come alone, why this army? Coward bastard! )

"Dekh beta, agar kaam asaani se ho sakta hai toh, I'll do it, and my clothes will be dirty.

You know I'm going to my in-laws, so you are lucky to get treated by my fauj," I whispered the last line in his ear, and he gritted his teeth.

( Look, if the work is done effortlessly then I'll do it. My clothes will be dirty, you know I'm going to my in- laws, so you are lucky to get treated by my army)

"Omkar..." Veer shouted, but before I could see him, a strong pain hit my head. Then that person hurled towards Veer, and I ran towards him to kick that asshole who even tried to think about hurting my Veer.

Pointing my gun at his leg, I shot him, and he was thrashed away by security.

"Are you okay?" I said, holding his arms.

He looked panicked.

"Blood, there is blood. Let's go to the hospital," he said.

He held my head to look at the injury.

"We need to go to the hospital. Is it hurting? Why am I being silly? It must be hurting," he said and helped me get in the car.

"Veer... tum theek ho naa?" I asked because his facial expression seemed as if he was terrified by the scene that unfolded before him.

( Veer are you really fine? )

"Shut up and let me drive. You are hurt, not me," he said, being worried about me.

I'm feeling a little bit dizzy. We drove to the hospital, and the doctor attended to me.

I was sitting on the bed when he entered the room after discussing something with the doctor.

"You have a really bad temper. Agar gaadi ke thodi lag gayi toh kya ho gaya?" he said, standing in front of me.

( You have a really bad temper, if the car got scratched then what's a big deal)

"You are worse than Vishal," he murmured, comparing me to his brother.

"But he intently hit our car," I tried to find a middle ground, or maybe I tried to make peace with him. Although, I liked it when he was caring about me.

"But I'm sorry I risked your safety," I finally said

because I hadn't thought about someone being beside me. As a carefree bird, I took risks in everything. Even if it took me to death, I'd do it if someone challenged me.

But now I have to stop my ways whenever Veer is around. I can't risk him at any cost.

"You are fine, that's okay," he said in a very formal tone.

"Your belongings?" I asked.

"Vishal will bring them," he replied with an irritated voice, as if he was frustrated by the whole situation.

It's all my fault. He really wanted to go home.

"I'll take you to your home if you want," I said.

"With your condition, rahne do," he replied.

After an hour, I was relieved from that lifeless, boring hospital.

I'm sitting beside him while Veer is driving the car to our home, as I can't go to the office in these blood-soaked clothes.

He opened the door and helped me get down. Oh, I'm not fragile, and this is nothing compared to my past injuries. I didn't even flinch then, but if Veer is helping me, then I fucking want it.

We entered the penthouse and settled on the sofa.

"Veer, could you help me change my clothes?" I asked.

"Mr. Ranawat, I haven't been informed or assigned for this type of task. You should ask your family or perhaps inform them," he stated, standing firm on his moral ground.

I didn't argue and went into the bedroom to help myself, changing my clothes. I had already expected this indifferent behavior from Veer because he doesn't know me.

I heard chattering in the living room and went out to see what was happening. Vishal was standing there with Veer's luggage, and they were teasing each other.

"I'll kill you, Vishal," Veer said, getting irritated.

"Sure, go ahead, but before that, please help me," Vishal pleaded.

"What do you need?" I asked, stepping into their conversation.

"Mr. Ranawat... nothing," he said, becoming anxious at my presence.

"Hey, don't be so formal. I'm also a friend of Vardhaan's, you know," I said.

"Okay, bhai, I'll take my leave now, or Vardhaan bhai will burden me with files I'm least interested in."

"One second, how did you get injured? Does bhai know about this? Why didn't he tell me?" Vishal questioned me, concern etched on his face.

"Aree, it's not serious, just some random road rage," I answered, sitting beside Veer on the sofa.

He went out, leaving us alone.

"Get ready; we're going to the office. The driver will take us," I declared to Veer.

"Are you sure you want to go to the office in this state?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Why? What happened?" I replied, slightly confused.

"No, nothing," he said and retreated into the room with his luggage.

Soon after he came out, we reached the office without any conversation. Stepping into the office, I immediately felt the weight of responsibility and the demanding workload that awaited me. The bandage on my head was a familiar sight to my colleagues, so it didn't garner much attention. We both had skipped breakfast due to the unusual encounter with that man now in jail, whose father, a vidhayak, had called demanding his son's release.

"Sir, the clients are already here and waiting for you," my secretary informed me.

The meeting consumed the next two hours. This residential community project, the first of its kind for RANAWAT'S, felt significant. Many more were planned, which was why collaborating with the Yaduvanshi empire, with their superior experience in this field, was crucial.

Within this twenty-story building, we had a technical team, an architect team, an interior designing team, a finance department, a management system divided into two teams, and a PR team. The groundwork, security personnel, and construction team operated from another office outside the city.

There were twenty sub-heads, each responsible for overseeing the various hotels across the country, requiring regular surveys. My family's history in politics had indirectly drawn me into this intricate game, one I enjoyed orchestrating from the shadows, believing a true master lets their pawns move first. The highway and airport projects had effortlessly fallen into my lap.

"Send Mr. Yaduvanshi to my office," I commanded my secretary as I settled behind the glass table.

"Yes," Veer said, entering the room.

"Sit there. I'm ordering something to eat," I said, gesturing towards the sofa.

"Okay, I'm hungry," he said with a pout, taking a seat.

Soon after, the food arrived, and I joined him on the sofa.

"Finally, you thought about food. I thought you were going to starve me at your house," he remarked.

"You should have asked," I replied.

"We don't even know each other properly," he countered, playing with his rice.

"But we slept together," I said casually.

"Whatttt?" he exclaimed, coughing.

Patting his back, I offered him a glass of water. "It's 'slept beside, sir'," he corrected me again.

After we finished eating, he went to his desk.

"Yes, Vardhaan," I said, answering the phone.

"You involved my brother in your trivial matters," he said, his voice laced with fury.

"Hey man, calm down. It was just an accident," I replied.

"Accident? You literally fired a bullet!" he stated incredulously.

"I'm the one who got injured. You should have asked about me," I pointed out.

"You are habitual of all this, not Veer," he argued.

"I know. It will never happen again in his presence," I said, my tone firm with determination to prevent such an incident.

"Let me do my work. You may be free, but I'm not," I said and abruptly ended the call. Such an irritating bastard!

We both came home, and my head was throbbing.

He approached and stood in front of me.

"Yes, Veer, say whatever you wanted to say," I said, looking up at him.

"Do you want me to help you?" he asked.

But this morning, he had been so reluctant. What had changed his mind now?

Veer POV

It felt awful this morning when I flat-out refused to help him, even though he was injured. But honestly, I was so irritated by his pointless road rage - acting like a damn teenager.

The office wasn't any better. People barely spoke to me, probably because they think I only got this job through connections. I tried talking to his secretary, but he just gave these robotic replies. God, I was so bored staring at files and computer screens. At Yaduvanshi's company, at least I had Vishal. Annoying as hell, but I'm actually missing him and Aadhya Bhabhi's amazing hot chocolate. That idiot Vishal even set his and Kunnu's picture as his wallpaper - them sleeping all cuddled up - while I'm stuck here with this boring old man.

Thank god he ordered food; I was starving.

I glanced at him. Here was a man, injured and still working without any complaints. Though, maybe he just didn't have anyone around to throw a tantrum for. It's not easy to be top in the business we have to sacrifice many things.

We reached his house after office hours, and he just slumped onto the sofa, closing his eyes.

I stood in front of him, trying to figure out how to start a conversation after my blunder this morning.

"Yes, Veer, what is it?" he said, sensing my presence without even opening his eyes.

"Do you... do you want me to help you?" I asked. He looked up, disbelief clear on his face, but he still followed me to the washroom.

I brought a stool so he could sit. Vishal used to practically beg me for help; it wasn't exactly new territory for me. He sat there obediently and started unbuttoning his shirt. That's when my eyes fell on the wound on his arm - still not healed. Gently, I put my hand on his collar and slid the shirt down, careful not to cause him any pain. I leaned in and removed his chain. He was staring at me the whole time.

In a swift movement, he pulled me between his legs, his hands gripping my waist.

"What?" I asked, startled.

Was he crazy? I was definitely taken aback, but his touch didn't feel entirely foreign. Usually, I hate it when someone invades my personal space, except for Kunnu. Maybe it's just because I'm helping him.

"My back is itching," he replied.

"You could have just told me, you know, with words. No need to pull me," I said, but he still didn't remove his hands. Fuck it, it shouldn't matter between two men. Bending down, I gently caressed his back.

"I'll call a doctor here tomorrow to change the bandage," I stated.

"No... you can do it," he said, looking up at me.

"I'm not a doctor, Mr. Ranawat. Be cooperative," I replied.

"Okay, baby!" he teased me again.

"Don't call me baby," I retorted and brought a tub filled with water and a cloth to wipe him down.

Soaking the cloth, I gently wiped him, trying to ignore his intense gaze.

"Stop staring at me. Has nobody ever helped you before?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, no one did," he replied, a hint of distress in his voice. I didn't press further; it was his personal matter, and I shouldn't interfere.

When I turned to leave and grab another shirt, he held my wrist.

"There's something on your neck," he said, and gently wiped away a water droplet with his palm. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I immediately pulled my hand away.

What the hell just happened?

I brought a plain white shirt and helped him put it on in silence. Neither of us spoke. We stepped out of the washroom, and he went out of the room while I sat on the bed because Naina had messaged me.

Reading her weird message about her crush made me remember the senior I used to admire back in the day. She was quite intimidating, and after a while, I found out she had a boyfriend. It didn't exactly hurt, but after that, I just couldn't bring myself to admire anyone again.

"Veer!" Omkar called me.

"Yeah!" I replied.

"Dinner is ready. You should also take a bath," he said, and I knew the maid must have cooked.

"Okay," I replied and went to bathe.

In the living room, he was working on his laptop, waiting for me.

"Let's eat," I said, and we had our dinner.

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