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hat night, after finishing his work, Abhimman quietly slipped into bed beside Anaya. Both fell into a peaceful sleep.

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The Next Morning

Anaya stirred softly in her sleep, feeling the warmth of Abhimman beside her. A slight weight rested on her waist, and as she opened her eyes, she noticed his arm draped over her, his face nestled in the crook of her neck.

A gentle smile spread across her lips as she gazed at him. Slowly, she wiggled free from his hold, careful not to wake him. Heading to the washroom, she muttered to herself, "What's gotten into him lately? Why is he being so... romantic all of a sudden? God knows. Never mind."

After a refreshing shower, she emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, only to find Abhimman still fast asleep. Just then, his phone buzzed loudly, breaking the serene morning. Curiously, Anaya picked it up.

"Hello?" she answered cautiously.

On the other end, Raj, Abhimman's personal assistant, responded, "Hello, Bhabhi! Is Sir there?"

"Yes, Raj," she replied.

"Bhabhi, it's urgent. Could you wake him up and have him call me immediately?"

"He's still sleeping," Anaya said, glancing toward the bed.

"Please, Bhabhi. This is really important. I'll wait for his call."

"Alright, I'll let him know," she assured him before hanging up.

Walking over to the bed, she gently nudged Abhimman's shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Raj called. He said it's urgent."

Abhimman groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Let me sleep a little longer," he mumbled.

"Abhimman, it sounded important. Call him back," she insisted before heading downstairs, assuming it was related to office work.

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The Revelation

Reluctantly, Abhimman sat up and reached for his phone. Dialing Raj, he said, "What's so urgent, Raj?"

"Sir, you won't believe what I've found out," Raj said, his voice heavy with concern.

"Get to the point," Abhimman snapped, his irritation fading into focus.

"It's Dhairya and Niya, Sir. They've been plotting to harm Anaya—planning to have her killed."

"What?" Abhimman's voice dropped to a dangerous tone. "Are you certain?"

"Yes, Sir. The details are still coming in, but I have enough to confirm their intentions. Please keep Bhabhi safe at all costs."

Abhimman's fists clenched as anger surged through him. "They'll regret this," he growled, his voice seething with fury.

Ending the call, he stormed out of the room, his mind filled with one thought: No one will harm Anaya. Not while I'm alive.

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The Morning Revelation

Abhimman stormed down the stairs, his mind racing with Raj's words. Dhairya and Niya had crossed the line. His jaw clenched as he spotted Anaya humming softly in the kitchen, completely unaware of the storm brewing around her.

He paused for a moment, his heart softening at the sight of her. She was happily arranging breakfast, her hair damp from the shower. He silently vowed, I'll protect you, Anaya, no matter what.

"Good morning," she said, turning to him with a bright smile. "You're up early. Raj's call must have been important."

Abhimman forced a smile, trying to mask his anger. "Yeah, work stuff."

She raised an eyebrow, sensing something off. "You seem tense. Is everything okay?"

Before he could respond, Niya's voice echoed from the doorway.

"Well, well, what a happy couple," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Abhimman's eyes narrowed as Niya sauntered in, her fake smile plastered on her face. Anaya stiffened, unsure of how to respond to Niya's sudden appearance.

"Niya," Abhimman said coldly. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in," Niya replied, her gaze flickering to Anaya. "It's so nice to see you two getting along so well."

Anaya forced a polite smile, but her instincts screamed that something was wrong.

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Later That Day

Abhimman couldn't shake the fury building inside him. As soon as Niya left, he called Raj again, locking himself in his study.

"Raj, I need every detail. Where, when, and how are they planning this?"

Raj hesitated before replying, "Sir, it's still unclear, but they've hired someone to keep an eye on Bhabhi. The hit could happen anytime."

Abhimman slammed his fist on the desk. "I want names. Addresses. Everything. And I want it now."

"Yes, sir," Raj said, hanging up.

Abhimman leaned back in his chair, his thoughts consumed with rage. Dhairya's betrayal cut deep, but Niya's involvement stung even more.

He stood abruptly, heading toward the kitchen where Anaya was preparing lunch.

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The Confrontation

"Anaya," he said, his voice unusually stern.

She turned to him, startled by his tone. "What is it?"

He walked up to her, cupping her face gently. "You need to trust me on this, okay? Promise me you'll stay by my side, no matter what happens."

Confused, she nodded. "Of course, Abhimman. But why are you saying this?"

Before he could answer, his phone buzzed. It was another message from Raj:

"Dhairya and Niya are meeting tonight at Raichand Villa to finalize the plan. Thought you should know."

Abhimman's eyes darkened as he read the text. He handed his phone to Anaya. "Look at this."

As Anaya read the message, her face paled. "What... what does this mean?"

"It means Dhairya and Niya are plotting against you," he said, his voice laced with anger. "But don't worry. I'll handle them." 

" papa " Anaya said " how he can ? I know after all I was ever his daughter it was expected with him"

"don't worry we will get this " abhimaan said.

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The Plan

That evening, Abhimman prepared to leave for Raichand Villa. Anaya, however, was adamant about going with him.

"No, Abhimman. I won't stay behind while you face them alone. I'm coming with you," she said firmly.

He sighed, realizing there was no convincing her otherwise. "Fine. But you'll stay in the car. Promise me you won't step out."

Reluctantly, she agreed.

As they approached Raichand Villa, Abhimman parked the car a safe distance away. He turned to Anaya, his expression softening. "Stay here. Lock the doors. I'll be back soon."

She nodded, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

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Inside the Villa

Abhimman entered the villa quietly, his ears straining to pick up any sound. He heard voices coming from the study and crept closer.

"You need to make sure it's clean and quick," Dhairya was saying. "I don't want any loose ends."

"And Abhimman?" Niya asked.

"Leave him to me," Dhairya replied coldly.

Abhimman couldn't hold back any longer. He burst into the room, his presence startling both of them.

"You really thought you could get away with this?" he said, his voice dangerously low.

Dhairya and Niya froze, their faces a mixture of shock and fear.

"You'll regret ever laying a finger on Anaya," Abhimman continued, his eyes blazing with fury.