⭐Chapter 9: The Warmth of Relationships and the Whisper of Conspiracy
Rajputana Mansion – Morning
The doorbell rang sharply.
Siya ran toward the door and swung it open, her face lighting up instantly. Standing there were Abhay and Shaurya.
"Jeeju!" Siya shouted in joy.
She rushed forward and hugged Abhay tightly. Just then, Riya and Kiya appeared from behind. Within moments, all three sisters surrounded Abhay and Shaurya, pulling them inside with laughter and excitement.
The mansion, usually calm and dignified, was suddenly filled with warmth and noise.
Living Area
Inside the living room, Siya introduced Abhay to Karishma Singh and her mother, Anjana ji.
Anjana ji smiled teasingly at Abhay and spoke in a soft, playful tone.
"Hmmm… handsome, smart, and wealthy too," she said.
"But still, you're nothing compared to my daughter Priya."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Anjana ji smiled warmly.
"I'm just pulling your leg, son. You didn't mind, did you?"
Abhay folded his hands respectfully.
"How could I, Maa?
If you consider Priya your daughter, then you are my mother as well.
And does a son ever feel bad about his mother's words?"
Anjana ji's eyes welled up with emotion. She pulled Abhay into a heartfelt hug.
Kiya's Silent Anger
Abhay's eyes moved toward Kiya, who was sitting quietly in a corner, her face clearly upset.
He walked over to her with a gentle smile.
"What's wrong, my little one? Who are you angry with?"
Kiya puffed her cheeks.
"With you."
Abhay looked surprised.
"With me? Why?"
She crossed her arms stubbornly.
"Because since you arrived, you talked to everyone… except me."
Abhay laughed softly and pulled her closer.
"Oh, my silly child.
I only needed a few minutes for everyone else—
but for you, I have hours."
Kiya's eyes sparkled.
"Really?"
Abhay nodded playfully.
"Really."
She giggled and hugged him tightly, her anger melting away.
Police Station – Same Time
SP Priya Singh Rajputana sat in her office, lost in thought.
Have Abhay and Shaurya reached home safely?
Should I call Siya?
She shook her head.
No… I'll go home directly.
Gathering her files, Priya stood up and left for the mansion.
Visakhapatnam – A Luxurious Bungalow
Actress Anushka Arora paced angrily as she spoke on the phone with her uncle, Minister Keshav Kulkarni.
"Mama, I want SP Priya Singh Rajputana as my personal protection officer," she snapped.
"So I can insult her openly… humiliate her in front of everyone."
Keshav Kulkarni smirked and immediately dialed DIG Atul Deshmukh.
"I want SP Priya Singh Rajputana assigned to Anushka Arora's personal security," he ordered sharply.
The DIG replied calmly,
"Sir, you know very well—
She isn't just an SP. She's also the owner of the Rajputana Group of Industries.
She will never accept personal protection duty.
Her subordinate officers can handle it."
Keshav slammed his fist on the table.
"Don't teach me what's possible and what's not.
Do as you're told—or your uniform may be at risk."
The DIG's voice turned firm.
"Sir, we'll worry about your threats later.
But the person you're trying to challenge… even fire trembles before her."
Click.
The call disconnected.
Rajputana Mansion – A While Later
Priya arrived home.
Shaurya rushed toward her and hugged her excitedly.
"Bhabhi! You have no idea how excited I was to see you!"
Priya smiled softly.
"And I was excited to see you too, Shaurya."
She simply exchanged a quiet glance with Abhay and said a brief "Hi," then continued chatting with Shaurya.
Abhay, meanwhile, stood talking to Anjana ji from a distance.
The Call That Changed Everything
Priya's phone rang.
Caller ID: DIG Atul Deshmukh
"Yes, sir," Priya answered.
"Ma'am," the DIG said gravely,
"Minister Keshav Kulkarni tried to pressure me.
He wants you to take charge of Anushka Arora's personal protection.
I refused—but it was important you knew."
Priya's expression hardened.
Shaurya noticed the tension immediately.
"What happened, Bhabhi?"
Priya replied calmly,
"Nothing.
Just that your brother's friend, Anushka, wants me as her personal security."
Everyone froze.
"WHAT?" they exclaimed together.
Living Hall – Silence Breaks
After a brief silence, Karishma Singh looked at her senior respectfully.
"Sir, if you want, I can take Anushka's protection duty."
Priya shook her head firmly.
"No, Karishma. You won't go."
She paused, her eyes sharp and confident.
"Because someone else is coming—
someone who won't just protect Anushka…
but will also shatter her arrogance."
Just then—
Ding Dong.
The doorbell rang.
Everyone turned toward the door.
A New Storm Enters
The door opened.
A commanding woman officer stepped inside, dressed in crisp khaki.
Her posture radiated authority, her eyes fierce with confidence.
She saluted sharply.
"ASP Zoya Malik, reporting, sir!
Jai Hind!"
Priya returned the salute.
"Jai Hind, Officer.
So, how was your IPS training?"
Zoya smiled with pride.
"Excellent, sir!"
Priya's voice turned firm, filled with authority and pride.
"Good. Are you ready to serve under me for your official training now?"
Without hesitation—
"Yes, sir. Absolutely ready."
Priya nodded.
"From today, you are assigned as the personal protection officer of actress Anushka Arora.
All charges are handed over to you.
You may use them within your limits—
but with honesty and integrity."
Zoya saluted again, her voice powerful.
"Yes, sir!"
Priya smiled faintly.
"Jai Hind, Officer."
"Jai Hind, sir!"
The hall filled with a sense of satisfaction and pride.
Cliffhanger
Was appointing ASP Zoya Malik a slap in the face for Anushka Arora and Minister Keshav Kulkarni?
How will this new, fearless officer break Anushka's arrogance?
And will Zoya survive the dangerous journey that has just begun?
To be continued…