A convoy of cars entered the grand Singhania mansion one by one.

As soon as Anvi Singhania, the youngest member of the Singhania family, saw this, she started shouting, “Maa! Bua! Papa! Jaldi aao, Ishu di aagai!”

(Mom! Aunt! Dad! Come quickly, Ishu di is here!).

The car stopped, and Samarth stepped out, walking to open the door for Ishani. “Thank you,” she said politely, but before he could reply, Ishani was engulfed in a tight hug by her little sister.

“Di, you’re finally here! I missed you so much,” Anvi said, her eyes welling up with tears. She stepped back slightly, and Ishani responded in a calm voice, “I missed you too, my little one.”

“Didn’t you miss your chachi (aunt)?” her chachi asked playfully, stepping forward. Ishani bent down to touch her feet, hugged her, and said, “How could I forget my pretty lady?”

“I missed you, mera baccha (my child),” chachi said warmly.

“I missed you too,” Ishani replied but was interrupted by her bua’s voice. “Don’t lie! You didn’t miss us. If you did, you would have come back earlier,” her bua said, tears streaming down her face.

Ishani walked over to her, touched her feet, and hugged her. “It’s not like that, Bua. I was preparing myself to face the world, and now, here I am—stronger and more powerful.”

Her bua let out a small laugh through her tears. “Yes, my princess, bhai(her father) would have been so proud of you,” she said.

Ishani’s body tensed at those words, but she smiled faintly.

“I think you’ve forgotten me,” came the voice of none other than her chachu, Ashok Singhania.

“How could I forget you, dear chachu?” Ishani replied with an overly sweet smile, unnoticed by most, except for two people.

She walked towards him as if to hug him, and Ashok opened his arms. But before embracing him, she deliberately stepped on his foot with her heel.

“Ahhh! Ishani!” he yelled in pain.

She kept her heel firmly on his foot and, feigning innocence, asked, “What happened, chachu?” Her tone was sweet, and her expression showed mock concern.

Ashok, struggling to stand, pushed her slightly, but Ishani maintained her balance effortlessly.

Samarth instinctively took two steps forward to catch her but stopped when he saw her steady stance.

“What happened, chachu?” Ishani repeated, her voice still sweet.

Everyone gathered around Ashok, who could barely stand. With the help of Samarth and the guards, he was taken inside while wincing in pain. They seated him on the sofa in the hall.

Ishani stood emotionlessly, as if nothing had happened. Ritika, standing nearby, tried to suppress her smile, knowing the truth.

Meanwhile, Samarth observed Ishani carefully, realizing her act was intentional. Her expressionless face gave away nothing to anyone else.

“It’s bleeding so much!” her chachi exclaimed, breaking the tense silence.

“We should take him to his room,” her bua suggested.

“Let me help,” Samarth offered, assisting them as they carried Ashok towards his room.

As Ishani watched them disappear down the hallway, she muttered just loud enough for Ritika to hear, “This is my Arth—still helping the one who hurt him countless times in the last five years, whether by words or actions."

Ritika’s eyes filled with tears as she replied, “But now you’re here, and we both know the real reason you came back is for his safety.”

“Hmm,” Ishani murmured, starting to walk. “Let’s go. We have to continue the act.”

Ritika behind her smirked and murmured, “Who would have thought ki ek driver ke aas-paas guards honge jo har second ki information dete hain? Ashok Singhania, sambhal jao... you’ve hurt the Devil’s man.”

(Who would have thought that a driver would have guards who report every second? Ashok Singhania, be careful... you’ve hurt the Devil’s man.)

Ishani was walking towards her chachu’s room when Samarth stepped out and stood in front of her, blocking her path.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice calm but questioning.

Ishani stopped, tilting her head slightly as if contemplating his words.

She took a step closer and replied, “Why would I hurt him intentionally? He’s my chachu, after all.”

“Exactly,” Samarth said, raising an eyebrow, his expression sharp.

Ishani stepped even closer, closing the gap between them. She gently held his face in both her palms, her eyes locking onto his with unwavering intensity.

“Chachu or not,” she said in a firm voice, “if he hurts you, I will hurt him a thousand times more for what he did to you."

Without giving him a chance to reply, she leaned forward, kissed his forehead tenderly, and walked away with unwavering confidence toward her chachu’s room.

Samarth stood frozen for a moment before raising his hand to touch his forehead where her lips had just been.

First forehead kiss.

His heart raced as he murmured, “She just kissed me like this... like she does it regularly.”

His brows furrowed as realization struck him. “How the hell does she know? But then again, how can I forget... she’s the Devil. She knows everything.”

The evening at the Singhania mansion was peaceful, with the women sitting in the garden, enjoying their tea and coffee.

Ishani sat calmly, her coffee mug in hand, her expression as composed as ever.

Suddenly, a loud voice broke the calm. “Where is my little sister?!” Rudra’s cheerful tone echoed as he entered the garden with Aryan beside him.

Anvi jumped up excitedly. “Rudy bhai! Aryan bhaiya!” she shouted, running to greet them.

Aryan reached Ishani first, pulling her into a warm hug. “Ishu,” he said with pride, “you’ve made us all so proud.”

She returned the hug briefly, her voice steady. “Thank you, bhaiya.”

Before she could say more, Rudra stepped in dramatically. “What’s this? No excitement? No big smile for your favorite brother?”

Ishani raised an eyebrow. “Do you expect me to start dancing, Ru ?”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt,” he teased, pulling her into a quick hug.

“Stop teasing her, Rudra,” Aryan said firmly. “Ishu’s always been mature, unlike you.”

Rudra pretended to be offended. “Aryan bhaiya, that’s unfair!”

Ishani shook her head faintly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You haven’t changed a bit,” she said softly.

Aryan placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ve missed you, Ishu. It’s good to have you home.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she replied simply, sitting back down as the garden filled with their lighthearted banter.

The next morning was chaotic, both at the Singhania mansion and the company’s headquarters.

The staff at Singhania & Co. moved frantically, ensuring every detail was flawless. After all, the CEO—the enigmatic Devil—was going to publicly step into the office today for the first time.

At the mansion, Ishani sat calmly at the dining table, sipping her black coffee while the staff hurried around her.

Her chachi was fussing over the breakfast table. “Ishu beta, have something more. Black coffee won’t fill your stomach,” she said, placing a plate of fresh parathas in front of her.

“Chachi, you know I don’t eat much in the morning,” Ishani replied with a faint smile, pushing the plate back gently.

She stood up and said, “Chachu, Mr. Kashyap will be working with me as my personal driver from now, and in the office, too, he will help Ritika,” like she ordered.

Ashok Singhania knew it was better to accept than argue with this woman.

Ashok paused for a moment, his expression carefully neutral. “Of course, Ishu. If that’s what you want,” he said, forcing a smile.

So did you guyss like the chapter??