Chapter 16: Chapter 15- Mrs. Sehgal

The Sehgal Mansion was bustling as usual, with the younger clan of the family leading the charge of chaos. Dadi’s recovery had restored some semblance of normalcy, but it also meant the youngsters were back to their pranks, sarcasm, and sibling rivalries.

Kabir sat on the armrest of the couch, sipping his coffee as Shivay sprinted around the room, holding a folder high above his head.

“Shivay! Give it back!” Kabir yelled, trying to snatch it.

“Not until you admit I’m the smarter Sehgal!” Shivay teased, dodging Kabir’s attempts with ease.

“Smarter? Please! You couldn’t even pass your last exam without half the house tutoring you!” Kabir shot back.

Myra, watching from the sidelines, added, “Kabir Bhai, Shivay is outsmarting you right now. Maybe he’s not wrong.”

“Avya, tell them to stop before Shivay ruins my morning!” Kabir pleaded.

Avya smirked. “Why should I? This is free entertainment.”

Rajeshwari, walking in with her cane, chimed in, “Kabir, either catch him or accept your defeat. Stop yelling like a toddler.”

Before Kabir could retort, Shivani Sehgal entered, her commanding presence immediately silencing the room.

“Enough! Shivay, give Kabir his folder. Kabir, stop acting like the world will end without it. And all of you—get ready. Siara, come here.”

Siara entered, her usual composed and distant demeanor intact, wearing a traditional yet simple saree.

“Siara you have a day off na, I’ve packed lunch for Mahir and a file he forgot. Take these to the office,” Shivani instructed.

Siara nodded, her expression unreadable. “I’ll leave shortly.”

The younger clan exchanged glances, and Shivay whispered, “Siara Bhabhi in the Empire? This I have to see.”

Myra grinned. “Let’s go Decode Dr. Siara, It’s not every day you see her outside her ice-queen avatar.”

"You all go, I don't want to come," avya rolling her eyes

"Avya why do I feel that one day you will be one who will respect bhabhi the most, just a strong feeling you know," said Kavya

"Never" avya disagreed

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The sleek Sehgal car pulled up in front of the towering headquarters of Sehgal Empire. The Sehgal Empire is a towering modern architectural marvel, exuding luxury and power. With sleek glass facades, spacious marble-clad interiors, and high-end furnishings, it radiates sophistication. The lobby is grand, with golden accents and a crystal chandelier that catches the light. The atmosphere is busy but controlled, with employees moving efficiently amidst the stunning backdrop. It's a symbol of wealth, authority, and prestige.

Siara stepped in, holding the lunch bag and file, her posture as elegant as her traditional saree. The whispers started immediately as employees noticed her.

“Who’s she? Must be someone from the family,” one employee muttered.

“Dressed like that? Maybe she’s a guest delivering something,” another speculated.

“She looks like someone important” a receptionist whispered.

Siara ignored the chatter and walked inside, her expression icy and indifferent. The younger Sehgal clan had followed in another car and were now hiding near the entrance.

Shivay whispered, “ 50k says someone is going to mess with her and I'll be the one helping her. Remember I'm one of her three kids, that's my responsibility to help her,”

Kabir smirked. “ 60k says Bhai is going to explode when he finds out.”

Shivay nudged Myra. “They have no idea she’s Mrs. Sehgal.”

“Wait till they find out,” Myra whispered back, barely containing her excitement.

"She doesn’t even care they’re staring,” Shivay whispered.

“That's why she is our Ice- queen, it takes hard work to achieve such a title ” Myra joked.

Inside, Siara headed the elevator. Just before she reached, a junior executive blocked her way, his demeanor arrogant.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but this is a restricted area. You can’t just walk in,” he said, looking her up and down.

“I’m here to see Mahir Sehgal,” Siara said, her tone calm but firm.

“Do you have an appointment?” he asked, smirking.

Shivay, watching from behind a pillar, snickered. “Oh, looks like I need to get into some action”

Siara responded to that guy blankly. “I don’t need one.”

The man laughed mockingly. “Everyone needs an appointment, ma’am. Mr. Sehgal doesn’t meet—”

Before he could finish, he reached out to stop her, gripping her wrist. Big mistake.

In one swift motion, Siara twisted his wrist, forcing him to cry out in pain and drop to his knees. Calmly, she stepped back and said in a cold voice, “Touch me again, and I'll ensure you can't use your hands for months ”

The younger Sehgal clan, hiding nearby, exchanged stunned glances.

"I don't think you need to get into action, there are high chances she'll do the same with you," kabir laughed out

“Did you see that? Why do I feel that from now on I need to control my tongue” Shivay whispered, wide-eyed with horror hiding his wrist.

“She just took him down like it was nothing!” Myra exclaimed.

“And I repeat, Bhabhi is scary,” Divya added, shivering dramatically.

"More than bhai," said myra

"The Match made in heaven" the younger clan said together still recovering from the shock.

Mahir appeared just as the man whimpered in pain, alerted by the commotion. His sharp gaze swept the room, taking in Siara standing tall and the man cradling his wrist on the floor.

“What happened here?” Mahir demanded, his tone cold and authoritative.

The man stammered, “S-Sir, This crazy women s-she—”

Mahir didn’t let him finish. Grabbing the man by the collar,“Guess what?”

The man was terrified "w-what s-sir,"

The room fell silent. Mahir’s voice dropped to a deadly calm as spoke, “ If you ever touch her again, you’ll wish you hadn’t been born.”

He released the man with a shove, and the employee stumbled away. He asked his assistant to take care of him.

"Don't worry, you'll get my Exclusive attention later. I'll pay you a special visit for that," mahir stated with threat in every single word.

Turning to Siara, Mahir’s tone softened slightly. “Are you okay?”

Siara nodded, her expression unchanged. “I’m fine.”

As the tension in the room built, Mahir's eyes locked onto the trembling employees. His usual calm demeanor shifted to cold, unrelenting fury. He stood tall, every inch of him radiating authority.

"Let me make something very clear," Mahir's voice was a sharp blade cutting through the silence, his gaze unwavering.

"This woman," he pointed towards Siara, who stood silently by his side, "is my wife. Mrs. Mahir Sehgal. And you all," he turned his glare back at the employees, "will remember that name. Because if I hear one more whisper of disrespect about my wife in this building, I'll make sure it’s the last you’ll ever speak."

The room fell into stunned silence, the air thick with the weight of his words. The employees, pale and shaken, didn’t dare utter another sound. Every person in the room, from the employees to the higher-ups, stood frozen. Mahir’s words echoed with finality, the absolute power of his declaration making their presence known.

Siara, as cold and distant as ever, didn’t react. But the employees now understood that crossing her, or Mahir, would come with consequences far worse than they could have imagined.

"Jaisa pati waisi biwi, terrifying" one employee whispered.

(As the husband, so is the wife. Terrifying)

The younger Sehgal clan, watching from a safe distance, nearly fainted.

“Did he just—” Shivay started.

“—call her his wife? In front of everyone?” Myra finished.

“This is historical,” Kabir whispered, pulling out her phone to take a picture of Mahir and Siara standing together.

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Once the commotion had settled and the silence engulfed the hallway, Mahir, still seething with the fury of the moment, motioned for Siara to follow him.

His strides were long and purposeful as he led her toward his private office. The employees who had witnessed the scene kept their heads low, not daring to look up, their nerves still rattled by the weight of the incident.

Siara walked silently beside him, her face an unreadable mask, her cold composure never wavering despite the intensity of the situation. She wasn’t fazed by the chaos, but Mahir couldn’t shake the image of her, fierce and composed in that moment. His jaw tightened, and he couldn’t decide if he was angry or impressed.

They entered the sleek, polished office, the door clicking shut behind them with a definitive sound. Mahir's office had several photos of his family on the walls. The office was as lavished as siara's.

Mahir didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he stood by his desk, staring out of the window, his mind racing with thoughts—thoughts about the incident, about Siara, about everything he’d seen today.

After a moment of silence, he finally turned, his voice controlled but heavy with unspoken emotions. “Are you really alright?”

Siara didn’t meet his gaze. She stood by the door, her back straight, her hands clasped in front of her. “ Totally,” she replied, her voice as cold and emotionless as ever.

Siara handed over the file and lunch. Mahir gestured for her to sit.

“You didn’t eat, did you?” he asked, opening the lunchbox Shivani had packed.

“I’m not hungry,” Siara replied flatly.

Mahir’s eyes narrowed. “Mrs. Sehgal Sit. Eat.”

Reluctantly, Siara obeyed. Just as she picked up a fork, the door burst open, and the younger Sehgals clan barged in.

“Bhaiya! Bhabhi! What’s for lunch?” Shivay asked, flopping onto the couch like he owned the place.

“What are you doing here?” Mahir asked, his irritation evident.

“We came to check on Bhabhi,” Kabir said with a smirk. “And to witness the aftermath of her legendary takedown.”

“Bhabhi, that wrist twist was epic,” Myra added while laughing furiously “but you should have waited for sometime as shivay sooo wanted to fulfil his duty of being your kid”

Siara raised an eyebrow. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Shivay grinned. “Neither was that guy’s wrist supposed to be twisted instead you should have broken his hands .But here we are.”

Mahir shot them a glare. “Out. Now.”

Kabir, ignoring the warning, said, “Bhai, when are you going to officially introduce her as Mrs. Sehgal? Or do you want us to spread the word?”

“Leave. Before I throw you out myself,” Mahir said, his tone dangerously low.

Laughing, the younger clan finally retreated.

As the day went on, the incident replayed in everyone’s minds. Mahir couldn’t shake the image of Siara standing strong, defending herself effortlessly. He admired her strength but couldn’t ignore the surge of anger he’d felt when she was mistreated.

Siara, on the other hand, brushed off the incident. It was just another day for her—a reminder that she didn’t need anyone to protect her. When she was needed to be protected, no one was there so now no one needs to do that.

The younger Sehgal clan, however, couldn’t stop discussing it.

“Did you see how Bhaiya declared she’s his wife? Out loud?” Shivay said that evening.

“He’s never done that before,” Myra added. "Even when he was in new york, media had spread those rumours about him dating that bitch model, that time he didn't even declare to the world about him being married"

“Siara Bhabhi is full of surprises,” Divya said thoughtfully. “And honestly? She’s kind of cool.”

One thing was clear: Siara Sehgal was no ordinary woman, and the Sehgal family was slowly starting to see just how extraordinary she truly was.