Delhi, V.O Law Firm:
Today I won my 20th case. No one has the strength to stand against me, not even my professor Mr. Raghuvanshi. I have only two rules in life:
Punish the guilty at any cost.
Respond to betrayal with a lesson.
Before the court gives its verdict, punishment is already served in my courtroom. Along with being an advocate, I also have a connection to the dark world—where there’s no mercy, only punishment.
As usual, after winning the case, I stepped out of the court, and the media came rushing toward me—one question after another. I answered everything and got into the car.
Avik ,my p.a came to congratulate and informed me that Dev had called four times—he had two important things to tell me. And the other two things—I already know, though Dev doesn't know that. He thinks he’s going to surprise me, but I always think four steps ahead of him.
As soon as I called back, before I could say anything, Dev shouted loudly,
“You bastard, why don’t you pick up my call?”
I replied calmly, “Because I’m busy.”
He got a little irritated and said, “F* you.”**
Then I said, “If that’s done, let’s get to the point.”
He replied, “I have two good news, my Gullu.”
God, I just can’t stand that name, but he always irritates me by calling me that.
He continued, “I’m getting engaged—planning to propose to Mira. And second, Ishu got the Best Employee Award!”
I replied with just one thing, “Don’t you dare call her Ishu. Only Ishita understands.”
He pouted and said, “Okay okay, Mr. Jallly—only Ishita. But you’re not even saying anything about my engagement, and you have to come.”
I already knew I had to go. After five years, I would finally see Sunflower—but she can’t know that. If she finds out, she’ll think of a hundred ways to make her ignore me, and I can’t take her ignorance. That’s why I told Dev to tell Mira that I’m busy with work—just to spread that fake rumor.
After hanging up with Dev, a thought struck me—my Sunflower, Ishita.
She got the Best Employee Award yesterday.
I knew she would get it. Actually, for the past five years, she’s been stalking me through Dev—but that’s not entirely true. I’ve been feeding Dev updates about myself to pass on to her.
I want my Sunflower to always think about only me—her mind should never wander to anyone else.
But today, just because of my mistake, she is so far from me—and the one for whom I stayed away from my sunflower for 5 years, I won’t let go of him. he has to pay for every moment. The biggest mistake of my life was that day—letting her go. But that mistake won’t be repeated. No matter what, I will bring my sunflower back to me.
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly found myself standing in front of the house. Mom had called me earlier and told me to come straight home and not to go to the penthouse — to meet her directly. So, after five days, I was finally going to see my mother. I was sure she had gone crazy worrying about me, but I knew I could use my manipulation to calm her down.
Just then, I saw Mom arrive — "So finally someone remembered he has a mother," she said in a teasing tone. Dad and my beloved sister Kritika were sitting on the sofa, enjoying the moment. But as always, my savior — Choto Ma — came to my rescue.
The festive mood at home had already begun, and in three days, it would be Dev's engagement. At last, Mom's anger melted, and she gave me a tight hug and said, "Go freshen up, I made your favorite aloo paratha."
After Ma and Choto Ma left, Kriti came close to me and said, "You did a great job bro,i really loved your argument you're my inspiration And bro, we all miss you."
In response, I told Kriti, "I also miss you, bacha."
After Kriti left, I too headed toward the stairs.
So, I climbed the stairs to the second floor and went to my room. No one really dares to enter my room — it's not just a room, it's my sanctuary, my space to relax. I don't like anyone invading my personal space.
I placed my blazer on the sofa, and as I walked toward the closet, my eyes landed on a photo of my sunflower placed beside the dressing table. Staring at it, I said, “I’m only waiting for you.”
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Ishita POV:
We arrived in front of a renowned club in Bangalore in Raj’s car. Our party was organized there tonight. We entered the VIP area with our wristbands and sat down. As soon as I entered, everyone started coming over to congratulate me, but I was only watching one person's reaction—Mishmi, my only competitor. For some reason, she can't tolerate me, though we don’t even know the reason. But seeing her face today—seeing my win and her loss—felt really good.
The three of us sat in our designated spot and took a shot each after a while. I’ve never really liked loud music or such crowds, but I had no other choice but to come. After some time, Mira came up to me and said, “Let’s dance together.” Even though I don’t like such crowds, dancing has always been my favorite part of these parties.
And the most important thing—the DJ played my favorite song, Cheap Thrills, so I just couldn’t control myself and headed straight to the dance floor.
The beat drops, and the room pulses with energy. As Cheap Thrills by Sia fills the air, i steps onto the dance floor, a confident smile playing on my lips. The colorful lights swirl around me, catching the shimmer of my dress as I move with the rhythm—effortless and electric. My hair flows freely with every spin, arms raised, fingers snapping to the beat. I'm completely lost in the music, owning the moment like the spotlight was made for me. Laughter bubbles from my lips as my twirls with pure joy, the bass.
But suddenly, my eyes fell on a teenage couple. The girl was looking at the boy in such a way, like he was her entire world. The two of them started dancing together, lost in each other. I thought to myself—I wish I had a story like theirs.
Just then, Raj came over to me. For the past three years, whenever I’ve felt low, he’s always been there by my side. He smiled and said, “What are you doing, Ishi? Let’s dance!” But I told him I wasn’t feeling well and that I wanted to go home.
Just then, from that side of the hall, we heard some commotion—a familiar voice rising above the noise. As it got clearer, we realized it was Mira. We hurried in that direction and saw a crowd gathered around Mira and a guy. When we got closer, we found out that Mira had slapped the guy because, even after she said no, he kept insisting she dance with him.
With pride, I said, “That’s my girl.”
Before Mira could do anything more in anger, we took her and quietly left through the hall.
The entire ride back was almost silent, except for the gentle night breeze brushing in through the window. It felt calm on my skin, and slowly, my mood began to lighten.
To be continued..🫠
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