Maxi

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After reading the note, Swati couldn’t figure out whether she should be happy or sad. Happy that Shivaay will not remember what she had said about her inability to become a mother or sad that he will not remember her saying, “I love you.”

Swati took a deep breath, looked at the note, and said to herself, “Shivaay, what should I do with you?”

Meanwhile, at the airport, Shivaay sat in the waiting area, smiling broadly. Although he wrote that he didn’t remember anything, the truth was he did recall bits and pieces. Most importantly, he remembered hearing Swati say, “I love you,” before he drifted into sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he was surprised to find Swati in his arms. Initially startled, he soon remembered the events of the night before and smiled. Hearing her confession felt like he had entered heaven. Shivaay thought to himself with a smile, “I never knew alcohol could be so useful. If I had known that being drunk would help me reveal my pain and understand your true feelings, I would’ve tried it long ago. But anyway, yesterday was the most beautiful day of my life, and the days ahead will be even better. Now I know how much you love me. Not only could I see it in your eyes, but you also said it aloud. I know you might be a little confused about why I left like this and that you have no idea I’m going to Gujarat. But Swati Tiwari, you’ve troubled me enough. Now it’s my turn. When I’m not around, you’ll feel restless. You’ll run into my arms and say those words in front of the whole world that you said while I was drunk: ‘Shivaay, I love you.’”

Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant. Seeing the call, Shivaay’s cheerful mood soured.

“Hello, what do you want?” Shivaay asked curtly.

Hearing his tone, the assistant hesitated for a moment. Lately, he had been nervous about talking to Shivaay, as he couldn’t assist much with the Swati situation. Nevertheless, he mustered courage and quickly said, “Shivaay Sir, why didn’t you tell me you were going to Gujarat? You planned it so suddenly.”

“Oh! So now I need your permission to decide where to go and where not to?” Shivaay retorted sharply.

Hearing this, the assistant hurriedly shook his head and said, “No, Sir! That’s not what I meant.”

“Whatever your meaning is, keep it to yourself. Listen, I’m going to Gujarat for three days. Take care of the company while I’m gone. I’m visiting my father’s company and discussing some matters regarding the new project with our company. Don’t mess things up in my absence. Got it?”

With that, Shivaay was about to hang up when his assistant quickly said, “Sir, there’s something important I need to tell you.”

But Shivaay interrupted him, saying, “No matter how important it is, we’ll discuss it in three days. Okay, bye.”

With that, Shivaay ended the call. The assistant stared at his phone and muttered, “What can I do? I was going to tell him about Swati. If he doesn’t want to listen, there’s nothing I can do. Fine, I’ll wait three more days.” With that, he returned to his work.

Elsewhere, at the golf course, a different drama was unfolding. Rohit, Praveen, and Abhinav rushed over to Rishabh. Rohit asked, “Bro, what’s going on here? Why is your dog chasing Vikram like this?”

Hearing this, Rishabh, Praveen, and Abhinav gave Rohit a strange look as if saying, “He’s a dog; of course, he’ll chase like a dog! He won’t chase like an elephant!”

Seeing their expressions, Rohit quickly clarified, “I mean, what did Vikram do to make Maxi chase him like this?”

Rishabh smiled and replied, “Because I ordered him to chase Vikram as much as he could.”

Hearing this calm response, Rohit and Praveen exchanged glances, but Abhinav seemed a bit confused and looked at them for answers.

Praveen explained, “This is Rishabh’s dog. Whatever Rishabh says, he does immediately, even if it’s to kill someone.”

He paused before adding, “You don’t know this, but Max has killed people on his own. He even helps Rishabh torture people.”

Hearing this, Abhinav stared at Max in shock. Max indeed looked dangerous. Meanwhile, Vikram, tired from all the running, was drenched in sweat. Beads of sweat dripped from his face like raindrops.

Vikram yelled, “Rishabh, bro, call him off! What did I do? I’m exhausted!”

Rishabh shouted, “Stop!”

The moment Rishabh said , "Stop," Maxi immediately halted in his tracks. He moved away from Vikram and quietly sat down beside Rishabh. Rishabh lovingly patted Maxi's head and turned his gaze toward Vikram, who was lying on the ground, utterly exhausted.

Vikram was breathing heavily, gasping for air. Seeing this, Rohit picked up a water bottle nearby and quickly approached Vikram.

Sitting on his knees next to him, he said, "Vikram Bhai, here, have some water."

Hearing this, Vikram sat up, took the bottle from him, drank a couple of sips, and poured the rest over his face. Then, glaring angrily at Rishabh, he threw the bottle aside, got up furiously, and walked over to Rishabh. he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? What’s wrong with you, setting Maxi after me! I’ve been running like this for the past 3 hours. If I had run straight, I’d have reached Bangladesh from India by now, that too without a ticket. What exactly did I do?"

Seeing him so angry, Rohit and Abhinav decided it was better to stay silent. But Praveen asked Rishabh, "Why have you called the three of us here?"

Praveen was eager to finish his office work and get back to Shanaya. He tried to spend as much time as possible with her, so if there was no urgent matter here, he would leave immediately.

Rishabh looked up at him and replied in a very calm tone, "I needed advice from you three."

"Advice? From us?" Rohit, Praveen, and Abhinav exclaimed in surprise.

Vikram’s eyes widened in shock. Rishabh asking for advice? It wasn’t just new; it was astonishing. Rishabh had never asked for advice from anyone before, let alone help, especially from them. What had happened today? This question lingered in everyone’s mind.

Rishabh pointed toward Vikram and said, "I need advice on how I can torture him."

This left them all shocked again. Rishabh actually wanted to torture Vikram and was asking for advice on it! When they had entered earlier and seen Vikram running like a dog, they had somewhat guessed that he must have messed up big time. And now that Rishabh had openly stated he wanted to torture him, they were certain Vikram had made a huge blunder.

Meanwhile, Vikram was so stunned by this that he took two steps back. Staring at Rishabh in disbelief, he said, "Are you insane? Why do you want to torture me? And on top of that, you’re asking others for advice on how to do it! What have I done? You’ve completely lost your mind! Praveen, call Hardik and get him here immediately. This guy needs a neurosurgeon. Tell him to open up this man’s skull and check if his brain is damaged. That’s why he’s spouting such nonsense."

But Rishabh completely ignored his words and, looking at Praveen, Abhinav, and Rohit, said, "Are you giving advice, or should I include the three of you in the torture as well?"

This made the three of them panic, and they hurriedly started giving suggestions.

First, the most frightened, Rohit, said, "Brother, I think we should place an apple on Vikram Bhai’s head and aim at it with a gun."

"What? Have you lost it?" Vikram said, his eyes wide with disbelief, but his words were ignored again.

The second suggestion came from Abhinav. He said, "He just got married recently. Send him out of the country for a month. Being away from his wife, I think, would be the greatest torture possible."

"You cruel man, Abhinav! I thought you were quiet, so at least you’d be nice. But I didn’t know a monster hid behind your calm face!" Vikram angrily stepped closer to Abhinav, but once again, his words were completely ignored.

The third suggestion came from Praveen. Looking around, he said, "Since we’re standing on a golf course, let’s play golf. We’ll make him stand as the target, and wherever the ball hits on his body, we’ll leave it to fate to decide how much damage it causes."

Hearing this, Rishabh, Praveen, Abhinav, and Rohit all looked down from Vikram’s face to a certain area below. Seeing this, Vikram immediately covered himself with his hands and crouched, shouting, "Shameless people! Don’t you have any shame looking at a married man like this?"

Pointing at Praveen, he said, "Praveen, I’d heard that company influences behavior, and now I’ve seen it too. Staying with Rishabh has turned your mind into that of a demon too!"

Hearing his words and seeing his reaction, everyone burst into laughter. But Rishabh’s face remained as expressionless as ever.

Vikram approached Rishabh and said, "Bro, leave all this. Tell me, what have I done? And listen, you won’t get away with this. Do you think you’ll be spared after treating me like this? I’ll tell Princess every single thing you did to her brother. When she tortures you, then you’ll understand! Princess will..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He remembered Anokhi’s mood from the morning. He started muttering, "When you and Princess came home this morning, both of you seemed upset. Both of you were glaring at me as if I’d done something wrong. Did I really do something? And if so, what on earth did I do?"

Saying this, he looked at Rishabh with questioning eyes.

Rohit, Praveen, and Abhinav also turned toward Rishabh when he stood up from his chair. As soon as he stood, all four of them straightened up. Even Maxi, who was comfortably sitting, got up. Rishabh took steps toward Vikram, glaring at him, and with emphasis on each word, said, “So, you don’t know what you’ve done? Fine, recall all the messes you’ve created so far!”

"From childhood? Man, how am I supposed to remember all that?" Vikram exclaimed, clearly acknowledging how much trouble he’s caused—right from his childhood!

Rohit laughed at Vikram’s response, but Vikram kept looking nervously at Rishabh. As Rishabh’s steps advanced, Vikram’s steps involuntarily retreated. Suddenly, Vikram’s foot landed on the bottle he had tossed aside earlier, and the next moment, he fell to the ground with a thud.

“Ow, my back! I’m dead!” Vikram cried out, clutching his waist.

Meanwhile, Rishabh crouched in front of him, grabbed his collar, and glared at him as he asked, “Last night, you left a vodka bottle in my room, didn’t you?”

“So what if I left a vodka bottle? It’s not like I left a poison bottle, Rishabh!” Vikram snapped back, wincing in pain. He was fed up with Rishabh—first being made to run endlessly, then being scared with those piercing eyes, and now, after falling, being interrogated!

Praveen, Rohit, and Abhinav were listening intently to Rishabh. They too wanted to know what Vikram had done. Rishabh said, “Vikram, I’ve ignored all the chaos you’ve caused so far. But last night, you left that vodka bottle, and Cupcake mistook it for water and drank the entire bottle.”

Vikram was so shocked he forgot his pain and shot to his feet. Rohit, Praveen, and Abhinav were equally stunned and rushed to Rishabh.

“What? Bhabhi drank vodka?” Rohit asked.

“The entire bottle!” Praveen added.

“Did you give it to her?” Abhinav quickly asked.

Everyone turned to glare at him. Praveen lightly smacked his head and scolded, “Are your ears working? Didn’t you just hear? She mistook it for water and drank it!”

“Sorry,” Abhinav mumbled, bowing his head as everyone’s attention returned to Vikram.

Vikram finally understood why Rishabh was so furious. “She drank alcohol for the first time, unknowingly, not just a sip, but the whole bottle! And the one who brought that bottle? Vikram!”

Vikram thought, “Who knows what she did under the influence? Maybe she got sick. That’s why Rishabh is this angry. He definitely won’t spare me now. Why did I even bring that vodka? Should’ve just stayed quiet. Now deal with it! Think, Vikram, think, or you’ll end up in the hospital directly!”

Lost in his thoughts, Vikram suddenly glared at Rishabh and, with the authority of an elder brother, yelled, “Rishabh, have you lost your mind? I brought that bottle for you, not Princess! If she mistook it for water, why didn’t you stop her? What were you doing when she was drinking it?”

The other three’s gazes shifted to Rishabh. Vikram wasn’t wrong. If Anokhi mistook vodka for water, what was Rishabh doing at that time?

Rishabh’s eyes hardened, but Vikram wasn’t fazed. Instead, he scolded him further, “Let me guess—you were probably glued to your phone or laptop, doing business! I know you too well. Day or night, nothing matters to you except work! What’s the point of earning so much money? You don’t even share your property with me, so what are you going to do with it? Spend time with Princess! Because of you, she ended up drinking an entire bottle of alcohol. I’m her elder brother, so I’m warning you, and forgiving you this time. But remember, no such mistake should happen again! Don’t make my Princess drink alcohol unnecessarily, my poor princess!”

With that, Vikram started walking away slowly, muttering to himself. None of the others seemed to notice his clever retreat.

Just then, Maxi barked loudly, snapping everyone back to attention. Rishabh glared at Vikram and shouted, “Get him!”

Before Rishabh could finish his command, Vikram bolted, and Maxy, Rohit, Praveen, and Abhinav chased after him.

Khurana Mansion

Mr. Khurana was in his study, working, unaware that Hardik’s car had just arrived at the mansion gate. When Hardik stopped his car, his grip on the steering wheel tightened as memories of his childhood and his departure from this house flooded his mind.

Shivika, sitting beside him, placed her hand on his and said, “Let’s go,” with a smile. Hardik nodded slightly. The two stepped out of the car and entered the mansion.

They encountered a servant who immediately recognized Hardik. Smiling, the servant said, “Hardik Sir, you?”

Hardik said nothing, so Shivika asked, “Is Chacha Ji at home?”

Hearing Shivika address Mr. Khurana as “Chacha Ji,” the servant was surprised. But after noticing her sindoor, mangalsutra, and her hand in Hardik’s, he realized she was Hardik’s wife. Smiling, he said, “Please, have a seat. I’ll call Sir right away.”

The servant gestured for them to sit on the sofa and hurried to the study. Knocking on the door, he heard Mr. Khurana’s voice, “Come in.”

The servant entered and said with a smile, “Sir, Hardik Sir is here, with his wife.”

Hearing this, Mr. Khurana’s eyes widened in surprise. Standing up quickly, he asked, “What? Hardik is here? Where is he?”

“Downstairs, waiting for you,” the servant replied.

Mr. Khurana immediately left the study and hurried down the stairs, finding Hardik and Shivika seated on the sofa, waiting.

“Hardik!” he exclaimed, coming to stand in front of him. Hardik and Shivika stood up.

“Sit, sit,” Mr. Khurana said, gesturing for them to sit before signaling the servant to leave.

Hardik and Shivika sat down, with Mr. Khurana taking the sofa opposite them. An awkward silence filled the room.

Hardik sat with his head lowered, while Mr. Khurana occasionally glanced at him. Shivika looked between the two before breaking the silence, asking, “How are you, Chacha Ji?”

Hearing her call him “Chacha Ji,” Mr. Khurana was momentarily taken aback and looked at Hardik before replying, “I’m fine, beta. Sorry, I sent your wedding gift through someone else yesterday. I hope you liked it.” His voice faltered slightly.

Shivika smiled and said, “I liked it, but I would’ve been happier if you had given it to me yourself. Hardik told me that necklace is for the Khurana family’s daughter-in-law. It would’ve meant more if someone elder in the family had given it to me.”

She glanced at Hardik, who still had his head lowered.

Holding Hardik’s hand, Shivika said, “Hardik, why are you so quiet?”

Hardik looked at her with confusion, prompting her to blink at him in reassurance.

Finally, Hardik raised his gaze to look at his uncle. After years, he was seeing him again. Though both lived in Mumbai, Hardik had kept his distance, and Mr. Khurana hadn’t mustered the courage to approach him either.

Hardik noticed how much older his uncle had become—gray hair, a weary, forlorn demeanor. And he knew the reason. Aliya’s imprisonment had probably broken him inside.

Gathering courage, Mr. Khurana asked, “Hardik, how have you been?”

It seemed to take him great effort to ask this simple question.

Hardik looked him in the eyes and replied, “How would a son feel after being separated from his family?”

Unintentionally, Hardik’s first words were a complaint that had been buried in his heart for years.

He then averted his gaze and said, “I’m fine. I have my own family—a large family that loves me.”

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