Boss will call you tonight

Devansh's possessiveness for Anesha in the beginning was unparalleled, evident from the fact that he went so far as to hire a gay teacher exclusively for her.

Yes, literally—a gay teacher.

When Sumit casually called her "stupid," Anesha pouted, her expression instantly shifting into an adorable scowl.

Growling softly like an annoyed kitten, she snapped, "You called me stupid, Sumit! I'll complain to Saru Dev and Raunak about this!"

Sumit, unfazed by her dramatics, looked at her cute, sulky face, smirking slightly as he blew on her soup to cool it. His tone was laced with sarcasm as he replied, "Go ahead, madam! Complain all you want. And while you're at it, I'll make sure to inform the boss that you call him Saru!"

That one word was enough to drain all the color from Anesha's face.

Fearless by nature, Anesha wasn't intimidated by anyone in this world—not even Devansh himself.

But the thought of his anger, his wrath… That was a different matter altogether. The very idea of it sent shivers down her spine and made her heart, soul, and every fiber of her being tremble.

Putting on her most innocent expression, she softly said, "Sumit…"

"Yes, madam?" Sumit replied, his face impassive as he helped her sip the last of her soup.

With the sweetest and most angelic expression she could muster, Anesha clasped her tiny fists and said, "Sumit, you have the purest heart in the world—so kind, soft, and beautiful. Just like a fluffy white bunny!"

"Oh, really, madam?" Sumit raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized her.

In response, Anesha, ever the master of adorable theatrics, puffed up her soft, dimpled cheeks, scrunched her pink lips, and tapped her cheeks with her small fists.

"Hmph! Hmph!" she huffed dramatically, nodding her head as if to double down on her point.

Sumit stared at her for a long moment, narrowing his eyes as he suppressed a sigh. Clever fox, he thought. She traps everyone with her innocent face and those big, green, angelic eyes. My God! These cute, hypnotic expressions of hers… No one stands a chance. How can someone look this adorable?

When it came to creating an air of innocence, Anesha could outshine even the most polished K-pop idols.

Her subtle expressions—squinting her eyes, sticking out her tongue, or pouting—added an extra layer of charm that was impossible to resist.

Looking at her, an imaginary scenario began playing out in Sumit's mind as though a reel had started rolling before his eyes.

In this imagined scene, a question arose: What would happen if this little kitten cried?

His inner voice promptly answered: The world would descend into chaos.

Shaking off the thought, Sumit decided to cut to the chase. He took her hands away from her cheeks and said, "Madam, please stop with these pitiful expressions. I promise, I won't say a word to the boss."

The moment those words left his mouth, Anesha let out a long, relieved sigh, as if her soul, which had been on the verge of leaving her body, had suddenly returned.

After they finished breakfast, Sumit picked up her phone, saved Devansh's number, and handed it back to her.

"Boss will call you tonight, madam. Please be cautious with your words while speaking to him," he advised.

"Okay," Anesha said, taking her phone back.

However, as she looked at the screen, she frowned. "Plus cher amour? What name is this, Sumit?" she asked, her tone dripping with disbelief.

Sumit maintained his stoic demeanor as he answered, "It's the boss's order. He specifically asked me to save his number in your phone under this name."

Anesha blinked, completely taken aback.

"Seriously, Sumit? Plus cher amour? That's French! It means most beloved. Are you telling me Dev wanted his number saved under this name in my phone?"

Sumit shrugged. "That's what he wanted, madam."

Her lips twitched as she tried to stifle an awkward laugh.

"Oh, so this devil wants to be my most beloved? Strange...!"

After a short drive, Sumit's Range Rover pulled up outside Anesha's picturesque cottage.

"Boss has requested Chinese for lunch, madam. He specifically wants it prepared by you, so please have it ready," Sumit informed her as she got out of the car.

Without waiting for her response, he drove away, leaving her fuming.

Grinding her teeth, she muttered under her breath, "Saru Dev's loyal minion!"

Little did Anesha realize how much her life had begun to change since meeting Devansh.

She was slowly but surely reverting to the fearless, bold version of herself she had been four years ago.

She watched the Range Rover until it disappeared from view.

Suddenly, a thought struck her—Manan.

She hadn't come home last night, nor had she informed him. Her heart sank at the thought of how worried and restless he must be.

She rushed into the cottage.

But as soon as she entered the living area, her heart froze, and her glowing face turned pale.

There, on the couch, lay Manan—unconscious. One arm and leg hung limply off the side, while the rest of his body sprawled awkwardly.

The couch and floor were soaked in blood.

His entire body was drenched in crimson, and a bloodied knife was lodged in his neck.

"M-M-Manan!"

Her voice cracked as she called her brother's name, her heart stopping mid-beat.

Seeing him like this, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks in an uncontrollable torrent.

In that moment, a horrifying memory flashed before her eyes.

She saw the lifeless bodies of a four-year-old girl, an eight-year-old boy, an elderly woman, an old man, two young men, and two young women—all hanging from the ceiling.

This was the scene she had witnessed ten years ago when she had opened the door to her home.

The eight members of her family had been found hanging, their bodies swaying from the ceiling as if they had all committed suicide.

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Did Anesha's family truly commit suicide, or is there a darker mystery lurking behind their deaths?

What new storm awaits Anesha?

To know…

To be continued…