Chapter 16: Twelve

Ekansh rose early, had breakfast, and stood in front of his bhabhi as they wished him well.

"Travel safely, Ekansh," Misha said with a warm smile.

"Have a safe journey," Arthi added, her smile just as warm.

Ekansh nodded to both, thanked them, and then left the mansion. He got into his car and drove away.

Aavyan left the mansion early, following a call from Abhimanyu who needed to discuss a project with him. With some time to spare, he stopped at a café for a quick drink.

Inside the café, Aavyan ordered his beverage but was soon interrupted by another call from Abhimanyu. He stepped aside to take the call, losing track of time.

Outside, Tara Roy admired her Porsche, a gift from her father. Although she appreciated the luxury, she knew her tastes were fickle. As the CEO of her father’s company, she wasn’t passionate about her role but managed it, relying on her staff to handle the day-to-day tasks.

As Aavyan hurried out of the café, Abhimanyu's urgent words still ringing in his ears, he glanced down at the drink in his hand, knowing he had no time to savor it. With a quick, thoughtless motion, he tossed the drink aside, too preoccupied to notice where it landed. The liquid arced through the air, splattering messily across the windshield of a nearby car, completely unnoticed by him as he rushed towards his own vehicle.

Tara parked her Porsche in front of the café and went inside to order a cappuccino. When she returned, she saw a man haphazardly tossing his drink, splattering it across her car's windshield.

Tara’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the mess on her favourite car. “

"Hey! Mr" she shouted, but the man didn’t turn around. He climbed into his car and drove off, leaving Tara seething.

Tara climbed into her Porsche and revved the engine.

"Let me teach you a lesson," she muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing as she sped after him.

Determined to teach him a lesson, Tara got into her car and followed him. She quickly lost sight of him at a company building but noticed his car parked nearby. With a satisfied grin, she took her drink and poured it over his windshield.

"We always double the trouble," she said with a smirk, taking her lipstick and done with work on car mirror she looked at car, admiring her work.

Returning to her car with a victorious smile, Tara started the engine and drove away.

"That’s me, Tara Roy," she declared, feeling a rush of excitement.

"Today was boring, but not anymore." Tara said with a proud smile and driving towards her company.

As Aavyan walked out of his company and approached his car, he was stunned to find that someone had poured an entire drink over it. The sight left him fuming. "What the hell is this?" he muttered in disbelief. But there was no time to waste-he needed to work on an important file at the mansion before Abhimanyu arrived. Frustrated, he climbed into his car, activated the cleaner, and drove off toward the mansion.

Despite his irritation, Aavyan knew he had to focus on his work. The mess on his car was infuriating, but reaching the mansion and finishing the file was more pressing.

As he drove, he noticed that his car’s side mirror was closed. Frowning, he split his attention between the road and the mirror. When he adjusted it, and boom he was startled by what he saw, causing him to momentarily lose control of the car. His car swerved wildly and slammed on the brakes.

"What the hell?" Aavyan exclaimed, his voice shaking as he brought the car to a sudden halt. The jolt threw him forward, and he took a moment to catch his breath, leaning heavily against his seat.

"I was almost dead," he gasped, trying to calm himself. His terror quickly turned to anger as he saw the mirror smeared with a bright red substance.

"Who the hell did this?" he muttered, inspecting the mirror and realizing it was covered in lipstick. He frowned in confusion. "Who would do something like this?"

Remembering the urgent file he needed to handle, he cursed under his breath. "Damn, I forgot about the file. First things first, I need to clear this up." With that, he drove off toward the mansion, his mind occupied with thoughts of who might have done this. He vowed to find out who was behind both the drink spill and the lipstick smear, and if they were the same person, they would face his wrath.

Aavyan stood before Abhimanyu in the mansion, his anxiety palpable. Abhimanyu had arrived just after Aavyan, and the confusion among the mansion's residents was evident. Misha looked on, her concern growing as she sensed the gravity of the situation. Aavyan, fearful of his brother's reprimand, swallowed hard.

"What did I tell you?" Abhimanyu’s voice cut through the room, cold and deadly. His glare made Aavyan shiver, while Misha's expression mirrored her confusion.

"I asked you something. Damn it, answer me!" Abhimanyu's tone was harsh, compelling Aavyan to meet his gaze. Misha frowned, her eyes shifting between the brothers.

"You told me to complete that file... I didn’t," Aavyan said, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Misha's heart ached as she looked at Aavyan with pity.

"You need to be responsible when a task is assigned to you," Abhimanyu said with icy detachment.

"You must learn the importance of responsibility." He stared intently at his brother, who nodded in acknowledgment, while Misha’s concern for Aavyan deepened.

"You know the punishment for your failure, don’t you?" Abhimanyu’s voice was as cold as ice. Aavyan nodded, his voice barely audible. "I know, Bhai."

"You will stay out all night, run ten laps around the mansion, and tend to the garden," Abhimanyu declared, his tone unwavering. Aavyan’s eyes widened in shock, and Misha was momentarily rendered speechless.

"I don’t want to see any mistakes," Abhimanyu added with a piercing glare, slipping his hand into his trouser pocket. Misha’s disbelief quickly turned to anger.

"Are you insane?" Misha stepped in front of Abhimanyu, her voice sharp.

"How can you impose such a severe punishment for not completing a file? He is still a young man, hell with that file, He’s already exhausted from working at the office. This is too much! I am not letting you to punish him,like this" Her anger was directed at Abhimanyu, who turned his cold gaze towards her.

"This is a family matter," Abhimanyu said dismissively. "Stay out of it." Misha sighed in frustration but was about to argue further when Aavyan intervened.

"Bhabhi, it’s okay," Aavyan said with a reassuring smile. "I’m used to this kind of treatment, and so are others. It’s not as harsh as it seems."

Misha’s concern remained. "Are you out of your mind? This punishment is heartless," she said, her anger mixed with worry.

"It’s really not that bad," Aavyan insisted. "I have your support, and that’s what matters. I’ll handle it." Misha tried to protest, but Aavyan’s calm demeanor held firm.

"Don’t worry, Bhabhi. It’s my fault, and I’ll take responsibility. I have your care, right?" Aavyan said, his eyes reflecting gratitude. Misha's eyes welled with tears, touched by the bond they shared. He felt deeply appreciated by his two bhabhis, who treated him like their own child. He chuckled at the thought, knowing that Arthi Bhabhi would be worried if she knew.

Misha nodded reluctantly and shot one last, piercing glance at Abhimanyu before storming off toward her room. Abhimanyu, while recognizing Misha’s concern for his brother, remained indifferent. He sighed and turned his gaze away, unaffected by the emotional display.

Aavyan walked out of mansion as his punishment and Abhimanyu sighed at this well it's a rule in mansion when someone forgets their responsibility and In Aavyan matters, he need to be strick Aavyan is still young and need harsh punishment to learn for his future.

Arthi entered her room, her face marked by deep worry, and saw Arnav absorbed in a file. He spent most of his time at the mansion these days, handling his extensive workload from home and rarely visiting the office.

Determined to set aside her fear, Arthi approached him.

"You know Aavyan has been punished by Abhimanyu jiju?" she said, her tone filled with concern.

"I’m aware," Arnav replied coldly, not looking up from his file. His detached response made Arthi’s heart sink further.

"Won’t you do anything about it?" Arthi asked hesitantly, hoping he might intervene.

"He was punished for his irresponsibility; it’s for his own good," Arnav said, his tone indifferent. Arthi had hoped he might help Aavyan avoid the punishment, especially after Misha’s distressing news. She felt that Aavyan, still so young, didn’t deserve such harshness.

"Can’t you persuade Abhimanyu jiju to reconsider?" Arthi pleaded.

Arnav sighed. "Abhimanyu Bhai made this decision. I can’t interfere," he said, his voice flat as he continued to read. His patience was clearly wearing thin.

"Can’t you ask him to take back the punishment?" Arthi asked, her worry intensifying.

Arnav’s irritation grew, but he managed to keep his composure. He looked up at her, almost ready to snap, but he stopped when he saw the deep anxiety in her eyes. The sight softened his resolve slightly.

"Darling, I have a reputation to maintain. I can’t just ask him to reverse his decision; it would undermine my authority. I’m not one to beg or plead, especially not with my own brother. I have to balance my duties and my public image," he explained calmly, though his frustration was evident.

Arnav gives importance to his

reputation his don't want to ruine it he only knows how to order and he don't know how ask. He have rules for his reputation. Arnav is accustomed to managing matters through directives rather than requests. Even though it's his brother, he cannot compromise his principles or his standing.

Arthi’s face fell in disappointment as she realized her efforts were in vain. With a heavy heart, she slowly exited the room, knowing she had achieved nothing.

As Arthi left, Arnav allowed himself a small, thoughtful smile. Observing the way Arthi and Misha struggled to protect Aavyan, despite their own challenges, gave him hope. Aavyan, who had grown up without much maternal affection, was now surrounded by care from Arthi and Misha. This gave Arnav confidence that his younger brother would be well-guided. He felt a sense of relief, knowing that with two nurturing figures in his life, Aavyan would be set on the right path. With this reassuring thought, Arnav turned his attention back to his file, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

Abhimanyu walked into his room, starting to remove his coat when Misha stormed in, her eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, she marched up to him.

"How could you punish him like that?" Misha's voice was sharp, her anger evident as she gestured animatedly.

"He just missed a file, that's it, and you punished that poor man!"

She continued, "Look at him! He's been running around the mansion like-"

But before she could finish, Abhimanyu grabbed her by the arms, his grip firm.

"Shut up," he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he tightened his hold. "I don't want to talk to you."

Misha's breath hitched, a frown crossing her face as she swallowed nervously.

"I'm not in the mood to argue, especially not when your very presence is already irritating me," Abhimanyu continued, his voice laced with frustration as he stared into her eyes, his own blazing with intensity. "This is a family matter, and you need to stay out of it. Understood?"

Misha winced as his grip began to hurt, struggling to free herself.

"Don't ever irritate me with your nonsense again," Abhimanyu warned, finally releasing her before turning away to head into the closet.

Misha stood there, rubbing her sore arm, hissing in pain.

"Is he insane or what?" she muttered, glaring at the closet door.

Aavyan sat at the dining table, his two bhabhis-Misha and Arthi-watching him with concern as they served him food. It was late into the night, and he was still glowing with happiness from Abhimanyu’s recent decision to let him back into the mansion. He chuckled softly at the thought of his brother and Misha venting about Abhimanyu and calling him Mr Ice.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Misha asked, her worry evident as she looked at him.

Aavyan finished his meal and offered a reassuring smile. "Bhabhi, I just ran around the mansion a bit. I’m fine."

Both Misha and Arthi nodded, taking their seats across from him.

"If you had completed the file, none of this would have happened," Arthi said with a frown. Aavyan recalled why he was late and realized he needed to track down that person. Misha and Arthi exchanged puzzled glances as Aavyan shifted uncomfortably.

"I forgot, Bhabhi," Aavyan said, offering an apologetic smile. Misha and Arthi looked at him with disbelief, but he simply shrugged.

"I was nearly dead by the time I got back to the mansion," Aavyan added, his tone laden with tension.

"What?" Arthi asked, alarmed. Misha’s face showed shock.

"What did you just say, Aavyan?" Misha asked, her concern clear.

Aavyan hesitated before explaining everything in detail. As he spoke, Misha and Arthi’s expressions shifted from shock to anger.

"How could someone be so reckless?" Misha exclaimed, almost shouting.

"Who did this, Aavyan?" Arthi demanded, her face flushing with anger.

"I don’t know, Bhabhi," Aavyan said, his voice tinged with confusion.

"Find out who did this and let me know," Misha said, her voice steely with anger. "I’ll make sure they learn their lesson."

"I’ll deal with them," Arthi said, her irritation clear. "This is unacceptable and dangerous."

Aavyan laughed softly.

"Bhabhis, don’t get too worked up. I’ll handle it," he said with a warm smile. Misha and Arthi nodded, and they continued to talk, with Misha venting about Abhimanyu.

"It’s late, and you two need your rest. I should go now-I’m exhausted from all the running around," Aavyan said, rising from his seat with a smile. Misha and Arthi nodded in agreement.

"You should rest too. You look worn out," Misha said, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder, while Arthi ruffled his hair affectionately. As they left, Aavyan’s smile remained wide.

Upstairs, Abhimanyu observed the scene with a slight smile, while Arnav, also present, looked at him warmly.

"He’s got the best people looking out for him," Arnav said, his tone cold but softened by warmth.

"Indeed," Abhimanyu agreed, glancing at Arnav. "And I’m relieved, don't we."

"You are right and I’m the most relieved," Arnav said, his tone hinting at a sense of peace. He felt responsible for guiding Aavyan in the right direction.

"Why did you lift his punishment?" Arnav asked with a smug expression.

"You alredy know why, Arnav," Abhimanyu replied, his tone as cold as ever irritation evident in his face. Arnav chuckled and left, while Abhimanyu sighed before heading to his room.

Aavyan entered his room and called the guards, his fist clenching at the thought of the person responsible.

"Sir, how can I assist you?" the guard’s voice came through the phone.

"I need the full footage from our company parking lot," Aavyan instructed, his tone commanding. "From the time I arrived at the office until I left."

"Understood, sir. I’ll get that for you," the guard replied politely.

"I want every detail. Make sure it’s thorough," Aavyan said, his voice edged with danger.

"Absolutely, sir," the guard affirmed before Aavyan ended the call, a cold smirk on his face.

"I’ll get to the bottom of this," Aavyan said, his tone resolute, as he prepared for a restful night with a sense of determination.

Aavyan Rathore and Tara Roy