(One incident in her life ,will change her Life)

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10:00 AM

The bus hissed to a stop outside the glass-and-steel tower of Roy Industries - the company everyone whispered about, the firm that had helped push the nation's GDP higher and made one man's name synonymous with power.

Students poured out laughing and jostling. Cameras flashed. Teachers shouted instructions. The usual noise of a college industrial visit.

Mishri Mehta - Mini - stayed at the end of the line, fingers trembling over her phone.

Kian, why didn't you come? she typed.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

"Mini, I wanted to. I swear I did. But my parents forced me to attend some big rich-people party tonight. You know how it is."

She frowned and replied quickly.

"But Kian, you're from a rich family too... why do you even go? I wish I was like that."

"I don't enjoy it. I hate those parties. And hey - did you wear the shirt I gifted you?"

Mini touched the soft white cotton at her collar, fingers remembering his careful choice.

"Yes. Thank you, Kian."

"Good. Send me a picture."

She flushed, asked the teacher quietly for permission, and slipped toward the girls' washroom to send him a quick selfie - a private, small moment of warmth amid the crowd.

But behind her...

three pairs of eyes followed.

Mona. Jiya. Rohini.

Girls who smiled sweetly in public but carried poison under their tongues.

When Mini entered the washroom, they exchanged smirks and followed.

Mini fixed her hair, lifted her phone, and clicked a shy selfie.

Then-

A hand slapped the phone out of her grip.

Mini gasped.

Rohini's cruel smile flashed.

"Acha... sending a nude, Mini? To whom?"

Mini's breath stuck.

"N-no... Main nudes nhi send kar rhi hu please give my phone back."

Rohini folded her arms.

"Kian gifted you this shirt? Seriously? You know I like him. So maybe give me the shirt instead."

Her throat tightened.

"Please... I really can't-"

Mona clicked her tongue.

"Poor people shouldn't argue. It looks ugly."

Mini's tears welled.

Rohini's voice dipped dark.

"Take off your shirt. Give it to me. Then maybe I'll let you go."

Mini shook her head, trembling.

"Please... don't do this..."

Jiya laughed sharply.

"Rohini, you're gonna wear her clothes? She still smells like pizza shop chess . Yuck."

Mona moved closer, snatching Mini's glasses.

"Let's help her be 'presentable.'"

She blew cosmetic powder right into Mini's eyes - hard.

Mini screamed, her vision burning white.

Her hands shot up but Jiya grabbed her arms, twisted them behind her back and used Mini's own necktie to tie her wrists painfully tight.

Mini struggled, blind and crying.

"P-please... stop... I can't see..."

Rohini smirked and reached into Mini's skirt pocket.

Her fingers closed around the envelope.

"Oh look, girls. Five. Thousand. Rupees."

Mini panicked.

"That's my salary! I need it for this month-please give it back!"

"Oh, we know," Rohini shrugged. "We also saw your chats. Kian paid for this industry visit too... poor girl can't even afford her own field trip."

Mini choked on her tears.

"Please... please don't take it... please..."

Rohini grabbed Mini's shirt collar and ripped the buttons straight off, exposing her chest beneath the thin inner layer.

Mini cried louder.

"Please! Don't do this-"

Jiya grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

"You say a word to anyone, and your money is gone forever. Samjhi?"

Mona checked the hallway.

"No one's here. Perfect."

The men's washroom stood right across.

Before Mini could regain balance-

They shoved her - hard - straight into it.

Mini stumbled blindly and slammed into a tall, solid chest.

She fell to the cold floor, breath catching, vision burning, shirt torn open, wrists tied, hair messy, tears dripping.

She curled into herself in panic.

And the man staring down at her......was Aryansh Aditya Roy.

29 years old.

Billionaire.

CEO.

The man whose decisions influenced entire markets.

He froze the second he saw her.

Not because she was in his washroom...

but because she looked shattered, violated, humiliated - and someone dared do that under his roof.

His jaw tightened.

His eyes darkened to something dangerous.

He knelt instantly, removing his blazer and wrapping it around her, covering every exposed inch.

Mini flinched.

"W-who are you? Leave me-don't touch me- main glti se ander agyi hu choro mujhe ”

His voice was low, steely, but gentle.

"Stop. I won't hurt you."

He picked her up easily, her tied hands pressed to his chest.

She felt his heartbeat - steady, strong, grounding.

He carried her to his private cabin, ignoring every stare, every whisper.

Inside, he set her on his couch and untied her wrists with careful fingers - careful like she was something breakable.

Then he wet a cloth and cleaned her face.

Every wipe was soft, but his jaw was locked tight with anger he was controlling only for her.

When her vision finally cleared...

She blinked up at him.

Dark messy hair.

Brown sharp eyes.

Jaw like it could cut marble.

Shoulders filling his shirt perfectly.

He handed her a glass of water.

She sipped, voice barely there:

"Thank you... for helping me."

His eyes softened, only for a moment.

Then hardened again.

"Who did this?" he asked quietly.

"In my company?"

Mini looked down, terrified.

"I... I can't tell you... I'm sorry... please..."

She broke.

Her tears poured again.

He exhaled, wiped her tears with his thumb, and murmured:

"Okay. Don't cry."

He stood and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Mini turned away shyly - but not before catching a glimpse of his toned chest, the smooth muscle under his skin.

He handed the shirt to her.

"Wear this."

She changed in his washroom, drowning in the oversized fabric that still held his warmth, his scent - clean, musky, expensive.

When she stepped out, she whispered:

"Please... don't tell my teacher... please..."

He stayed silent for a moment, eyes lingering on her trembling lashes.

Then he nodded.

Mini ran back to the group.

Her teacher scolded her, but Mini just stood silently, still shaking inside.

Then the room shifted.

Aryansh Roy walked in.

Every student straightened.

Every girl gasped softly.

Every boy went silent.

He looked like he walked out of a magazine - commanding, cold, breathtaking.

He took the stage, eyes sweeping through the crowd.

"I won't bore you with speeches," he said smoothly.

"Let's start."

His gaze scanned - then stopped.

On Mini.

The room faded for a moment, just the two of them locked in an invisible string.

Students asked their questions.

Rohini stood confidently.

"Sir, we met at a party... do you remember me?"

He smiled politely.

"Of course not. I don't remember common faces."

Rohini's face fell instantly.

Rahim asked next.

"At what age did you start your work?"

"Sixteen. I'm 29 now."

Then Aryan lifted a hand and pointed directly at Mini.

"You. Ask."

Her heart jumped into her throat.

"I... just want to confirm if some rumours are true..."

He leaned forward slightly, smirking.

"Rumours are always fun. Go ahead."

"Is it true your blood is blue?"

He chuckled.

"No."

"Do you drink and smoke?"

"Yes."

"Are you... virgin?"

The entire auditorium stared.

She flushed hard.

"S-sorry, that was too personal-"

"It's fine," Aryansh said calmly.

"And no. I'm not a virgin."

The room went silent.

Mini hesitated, then asked the last question.

”Are you... gay?"

His smile turned slow, dark, unreadable.

"I'd love to answer that. But not today."

He stepped off the stage.

As he walked out, he turned one last time.

Only for her.

His eyes dragged over her oversized shirt - his shirt.

Then he bit his lower lip subtly.

And said to his manager, voice low:

"I want her details.

Before evening."

✨In Bus:

Mini sat quietly in the bus, palms sweating.

She had come to Rohini for just one thing-her money back.

"Please, Rohini... give my money back. I need it," she asked softly, voice trembling.

Rohini looked at her with zero expression and said,

"Wait. When all the students come to the bus."

Mini nodded, swallowing the fear stuck in her throat.

Soon the bus filled-laughing students, music, chaos.

Mini sat near the window, staring outside, praying this wouldn't get worse.

But it did.

Rohini suddenly stood up and clapped her hands for attention.

"GUYS! This time the party is from my side, let's have fun!" she announced loudly.

Everyone cheered.

But Mini's heart cracked when she saw Rohini take her money to pay the bills like it meant nothing.

Rohini threw a fake smile over her shoulder,

"Some people should learn their place before asking for money back."

A few students laughed.

Mini didn't.

She couldn't.

She stayed silent... eyes burning... and wiped her tears secretly under her berth so no one would see.

Not because she was weak-

but because fighting back wasn't an option today.

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✨EVENING - HOME

Mini reached home in the evening, exhausted.

The smell of cooking filled the small house.

Her mother was preparing dinner, humming softly.

And then her little brother Dhruv came running to her-10th standard, full of energy.

"Mini di! You remember na? My school fee for this month?

And most importantly my football kit-please don't forget. I'm the team leader!"

Mini forced a smile and nodded,

"Haan, I remember."

She walked into her room and locked the door quietly.

She would never let her brother suffer for something he loved.

Those ₹5000 were for his kit.

She had worked late night part-time just to save it.

Losing that money felt like losing air.

Mini changed her clothes and her eyes landed on the shirt given by a man-

the one she received yesterday.

The fabric looked expensive, almost handmade... like it came straight from Italy.

She washed both shirts carefully.

But the one given by Kian felt different-

special in a way she couldn't explain.

She touched it once before hanging it to dry, her heartbeat uneven.

✨OTHER SIDE - ARYANSH

In a quiet office, Aryansh sat back in his chair, expression unreadable.

Singham-his manager-placed a file on the table.

He began presenting calmly,

"Her name is Mishri Mehta. Close ones call her Mini."

Aryansh didn't react, but he listened with a strange kind of attention-

slow, careful, and silent.

"She is a Journalism student in a very reputed university," Singham continued.

"But she isn't rich like the other students."

A muscle in Aryansh's jaw tightened.

Singham added,

"She works as a pizza Baker girl sometimes... to earn extra money for her family."

Aryansh's eyes sharpened.

"There are four members in her house-

Her mother, a local tailor of the locality.

Her father... paralyzed from one side. Also a heart patient."

Silence filled the room.

Aryansh leaned forward slightly.

For the first time...

Mini wasn't just a girl from a messy incident.

She became something more.

Something he couldn't ignore anymore.

Singhal continued his report, flipping the next page.

"And sir, there is one more thing... her little brother is a school student."

Aryansh's eyes lowered for a second.

Singham went on,

"Her father used to work as a driver for a rich family. Later, he left the job and started a business with two partners. The business was doing well at first - their financial condition was good, that's how Miss Mishri took admission in her college."

Aryansh nodded slowly, listening.

"But during her first semester, her father got cheated by those same partners. The business shut down overnight. They fell into heavy liability. To pay debts, he sold their home. And after that... his medical condition worsened."

A small silence formed in the room.

Singham added softly,

"Currently, they live in a small locality, on rent... owned by their own uncle."

Aryansh leaned back, jaw tight.

Then he spoke, voice calm but sharp:

"So... you still didn't find anything about her personal life?

Her boyfriend, relationship status?"

Singham swallowed,

"Yes, sir. We found only one close person - her best friend Kian. Full name: Kian Awasthi."

Aryansh's eyes lifted.

"For Kian's family... Mini's father used to work as a driver."

Singham showed Kian's picture on the screen.

Aryansh stared at it for a second - expression unreadable.

Then he said quietly,

"Just a friend."

But the way he said it...

was not casual at all.

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✨NEXT MORNING

Mini woke up before the sun - eyes still swollen from yesterday.

She got ready quickly, packed her books, and ran to catch the bus.

But traffic delayed everything.

By the time she reached college, it was already late.

She slipped into the classroom quietly, hoping no one would notice.

But the professor stopped teaching and looked straight at her.

"Go back home," he said coldly.

Mini froze.

"I'm sorry, sir... please, just for today-"

He didn't even let her finish.

This professor always judged people by their shoes-

and Mini's old, worn-out sports shoes were enough for him to decide her worth.

Humiliation burned in her throat, but before he could insult her again-

A notification buzzed on his phone.

A message from the Dean.

He cleared his throat.

"All students, go to the seminar hall immediately. A new investor is visiting today. There will be job and internship opportunities under him."

The classroom erupted with excitement.

One student shouted,

"Sir, what kind of job can he even give?"

The Dean, standing at the door, replied loudly,

"Roy Industries is offering placements starting from a minimum salary of 25 lakhs to 1 crore... or even more."

Gasps. Whispers. Shock.

Mini stood there silently.

She didn't care about money at that moment.

All she wanted...

was one normal day where she didn't have to fight just to exist.

But destiny was already moving toward her-

and she had no idea that the man she would meet today...

was the same one who covered her when the world stripped her down.

But

The professor didn't allow Mini to walk out with the rest of the class.

His voice was strict and cold,

"You will stay here and write 'I am sorry' thirty pages. Only then you can leave."

Mini's heart dropped.

She wanted to go to the seminar more than anything-

but she nodded silently and sat down.

One by one, the entire class left.

Soon the classroom became completely empty.

Only the soft hum of the AC,

and the slow scratching sound of her pen filled the silence.

Her fingers started hurting, eyes burning, but she kept writing.

She wasn't crying-

but the heaviness felt like a stone sitting on her chest.

Just then, the door opened.

Mini froze.

Kian walked in-smiling like

sunshine-holding a cupcake in his hand.

He came straight to her and grabbed the notebook.

"Eat this cupcake, princess," he said softly.

"Don't worry about your work."

To be continue.....

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