Bhumi's POV:

It's been a week since I came to his house and noticed so many weird things. Last time I confessed his odd things to him, I was oblivious to the reason behind his burst. However, he never once complained about me crossing his boundaries.

These days, he glued to me like a child who hates to go to school. After enough trials, I gave up on the idea of sending him to the office. He always stayed with me and attended his meetings online while I was preparing for my exams.

Today, he tried to stay with me, but I tricked him by negotiating with my kisses, and he reluctantly left for his office before warning everyone about my protection, and also told me to call every hour. First, he ordered me to call him every fifteen minutes; with my pleadings, he finalized the calling him for every hour.

At present, I was in his workroom, and my books were scattered around as I was trying to solve the problem using the theorem. It's been an hour since I was fixated on it, but the result hasn't been shown yet.

My eyes started to strain watching it, being stubborn, crumpling the paper, I started from the beginning stage, after a few hard minutes, a satisfied grin settled on my lips. "Finally," I exhaled and raised my hands to twist my back to lessen the soreness.

A knocking sound snapped my look to the door. "Come in," I furrowed my brows. "Nina," She rooted in her spot. "Boss ordered me to take Queen to the company." I slumped my shoulders in defeat, hearing the word 'Queen'.

"When will you all stop addressing me as Queen? I said, gathering my scattered books, "We are family or not?" I asked, turning my face to her.

"Yes, Queen," she said stiffly. I hummed and stood on my feet holding my books.

"Then address me with my name or make me your friend," I suggested, dropping my books on the desk. "What do you think?" I raised an eyebrow at her, turning my body to her.

"I'm just a mere bodyguard," She said, looking at me straightly with complete formalness. My feet strode toward and halted near her. "If that's a bother, then let's come to a decision," Her face twisted in curiosity, however, it quickly faded.

"When we are outside, address me as Mrs. VA, and in other ways we are friends," I said, stretching my hand to her. Her looks swiveled from my face to my hand in repetition. "Come on," I said, nudging her.

She hesitantly held my hand, and a smile crept to my lips in joy, finding a new friend. "We are friends now," I chimed, beaming at her.

She nodded, and I saw her small smile on her lips. "You look more beautiful when you are smiling," I said, looking at her in awe.

Her cheeks turned red instantly, letting out a small chuckle from me. "I never thought I'd get to see you blush," I teased her. "I'll wait for you downstairs," she said, hiding her blushing face.

"Ok," I said, looking at her who was running downstairs in embarrassment, which brought a small smile to my lips.

Nina and I reached the company, and I masked my face before stepping out of the car. The guards bowed to me, "Good afternoon," I greeted, nodding at them.

Their eyes widened, webbing a perplexity in my brain. "G-Good Afternoon Madam," I walked past them carrying my confusion within me.

"Mrs. VA, this way," A female voice stopped me from taking the elevator, and my brows knitted as I watched another elevator.

"Mrs.VA, this is for the commoners, and that one is for Boss." I closed my eyes, bracing myself after receiving such royal treatment. Despite her words, I chose to step into the elevator with the officers.

Everyone froze in their spot when I stepped into the elevator, and quickly greeted so did I. My ears twitched hearing their whisperings, yet none was clearly to me.

I got out of the elevator to meet him. "You fucking bitch, are you deaf or what? I asked for a Latte, but you got a cappuccino." A woman's angry voice reached my ears, halting my steps, and my body turned in the direction the voice came from.

A woman who dressed in a gold color bodycon outfit settled on the couch cosily, her frizzy hair matched with her outfit, her oval face covered with makeup, and her plump lips coated with dark red. My eyes raked over to the person in front of her who was bowed in remorse.

I walked to them and stood beside her, who was dressed in a formal dress, noticing my presence, she quickly greeted me, but my eyes were fixed on the strange woman.

"What's your duty in this company?" I asked, shifting my attention to the person beside me, "Madam, I'm working as an intern." She answered, her voice in a low tone and formal.

"It means helping the company in various tasks, right?" She nodded, lowering her head, "Then who ordered you to take care of the clients?" I questioned, arching my brow at her, despite our conversation, I felt the strange woman's stare.

"Who said, I'm a client?" The woman chimed, interrupting our conversation. I turned my head as she stood on her feet. "I'm Lisa, Mr. VA lover," she said proudly, swaying her hair to the back.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mrs. VA," I said nonchalantly, giving my hand to shake. Her face paled, hearing my words, a scoff let out of her mouth, "Do you think I'm a fool?" she said, tossing my hand away.

I rooted in myself in curious to know more about her. "He hates women, now you came and saying that you are his wife," She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me.

She smirked at me, her words dripping with mockery. "Look at yourself," she said, laughing. "Wearing those glasses doesn't make you cute. Your body is far from perfect, unlike mine," she added, tracing her figure with exaggerated confidence.

Her words didn't shake me-I had heard them all before. Growing up with a plus-size body meant constantly facing society's unrealistic standards. People like me were often unfairly labeled as unhealthy, dismissed without thought, and treated as if we didn't belong.

But plus-size women are warriors; we battle not only the world's expectations but also our doubts. Like many others, I faced relentless judgment. Friends and relatives flooded me with advice on losing weight. Some meant well, others were cruel. There were whispers, taunts, and gossip.

There were days when I cried endlessly, trying every possible way to lose weight, feeling trapped by society's relentless expectations. One day, in a moment of exhaustion, I decided to quit studying, hoping it would be an escape from the constant pressure. To my surprise, my parents agreed instantly, leaving me stunned.

For the first fifteen days, I barely left my room-eating, sleeping, and repeating the cycle until boredom set in. Then, on the sixteenth day, my parents took me to an orphanage and introduced me to the caretaker, Ammaji.

My father insisted that I spend 48 hours at the orphanage before making any decisions. At first, I was confused and terrified, unsure why they had left me there. The fear of abandonment weighed heavily on me, and I cried, begging Ammaji to send me back to my family. But she gently urged me to wait.

Those two days changed my perspective in ways I never expected. The orphanage was home to children facing challenges far greater than mine-some had lost their sight, others were physically or mentally handicapped. Yet, despite their hardships, they lived with remarkable confidence, brushing off society's pity and standing strong on their terms. Their resilience was inspiring, and it made me reevaluate my struggles.

After that, I started loving myself as I was and appreciating my body. I stopped trying to meet society's standards and instead chose to focus on people who truly valued me. I let go of those who were stuck in those expectations and embraced a more positive life.

A snapping sound of her fingers snapped to reality, "Do you even hear what I am saying?" I shook my head, "Sorry, I get bored hearing your rubbish." I shrugged indifferently, she gritted her teeth in anger, and her face turned red before her lips parted to say something, I stopped her.

Turning my attention to the intern, "Go to your work," I ordered. She contemplated glancing at Lisa and me. I patted her shoulder in assurance, "Go." She nodded.

"I'll send another person to take care of you," I informed and turned on my heel.

"You fat bitch, stop there" My steps continued to the way his office area despite her shouting voice followed me. I reached his cabin, insisted on holding the door handle, and a hand yanked my arm, stopping my actions.

"You fat bitch, how dare you to ignore me?" She screamed and lifted her hand to remove my mask. I caught her hand, "Don't," I warned, glaring at her.

She wiggled in my hold to remove the barrier of my face, to protect myself, I twisted her hand to her back, she screamed in agony.

"What the fuck is happening here?" Vikram's voice burst in, snapping my attention to him, and my grip on her loosened as he walked to us from the outside, his face contorted into a scowl, his brown eyes darkened, a fear crawled up my nerves, watching his clenched jaw, making his face sharper.

Despite my uneasiness, I grounded myself, calming my racing heartbeat. "Is he angry because of me?" A thought popped into my mind that made me leave her hand.

"Baby," She called him, her voice dripped with honey, her face morphed into feigning sadness, a cringe felt settled in my gut watching her.

My brows knitted, noticing a shadow in front of me, my head tilted to reach the person's height "Wife," I batted my eyes in bafflement, hearing his anxious tone.

"Doesn't he get angry with me for raising my hand on her?" I asked myself, looking at his brown orbs that trailed over my face.

My body startled with his touch as his hands cupped my cheeks. "Did she hit you? Are you ok?" I shook my head slowly in bafflement at his questions.

"Call the fucking security," He bellowed, my body jutted at his high pitched voice "Baby, I'm the victim here, why are you asking her?" Lisa's voice turned my look to her.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spat angrily, my lips parted in shock. "Baby, It's your Lisa. Please, don't play with my feelings." She said in a low tone, her voice wobbled on the verge of a cry.

She reached out to hold his arm but he took a step back from her, maintaining a good distance from her.

Tears seeped from her eyes. "I don't know who you are and never saw you before," he spat. My bafflement oscillated between her and his words.

My mind's system halted mere seconds as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his body. "By the way, she's the one who means everything to me." My heart skipped at his words.

"I don't believe you. You told me that you only love me and promised to marry me. Apart of all, you hate people's touch then why..." She derailed her words and pointed us "How much did he give you to act as his wife?" She narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion.

My shoulders slumped at her meaningless words. "I'll prove to you that he is my husband," I said confidently, and her brows knitted.

I took off my dupatta and moved in front of him. "It's just a show," I said with a wink, then draped the dupatta over his head, completely hiding it. After a deep breath, I lifted the dupatta, covering both our heads as I faced him.

"Pretend we're kissing," I whispered, rising onto my toes to reach his face. His strong cologne filled my senses, stirring unfamiliar feelings. I swallowed hard, keeping my lips just shy of his.

"Wife, I'm not foolish enough to miss this chance," he murmured, removing our masks before pressing his lips to mine. My heartbeat quickened, his warmth enveloping me, and I melted into his kiss as his arms tightened around my waist.

The sound of whispers and giggles snapped me back to reality. I hastily pulled away, grabbed my mask from his hand, and covered my face.

Seeing him do the same, I lifted the barrier between us. Cheers erupted, and my face burned with embarrassment. Unable to handle the rush of emotions, I fled to his cabin.

"Oh my god, what did I just do?" I groaned, clutching my head as I collapsed onto the couch. "I was only pretending, but he made it real," I mumbled, hiding my face in shy disbelief.

"Bhumi, everyone saw you kissing your husband," My mind chimed, stretching my awkward situation even more. I groaned and tapped my cheeks that were on fire to control it, I jumped in my place when he burst into his cabin.

I lowered my eyes to my lap, knowing well that he was going to tease me. "Wife," His sharp voice lifted my head, and my eyes looked scattered anywhere but him.

"Ila ra." My scattered gaze abruptly stopped on him, his intense gaze stirred my fear, which dried my throat. "Nuvvu vasthunnava? nenu rana?" His deadly tone shattered my reluctance, pulled on my feet, and I hesitantly strode to his chair.

Come here

Are you coming? Or do you need me to come?

My tongue itched to snap at his demeanor as if I had kissed him. "Ahh Chupu chudu nannu thineseylaga," I muttered, wrinkling my nose at him. He sat there calmly, yet his presence radiated an unmistakable aura of danger.

"Ahh, just look at him-staring like he's about to devour me,"

He spun his chair as I stood beside him. Gripping my fabric dress, I braced myself, ready to confront him if he dared to accuse me of a mistake. My lips parted, but before I could speak, he tugged my hand, pulling me onto his lap.

My body stiffened the moment my back pressed against his solid chest. I became acutely aware of his touch, recognizing the emotions behind it, and the undeniable longing my body harbored.

At the beginning of reading those books, I tried to stay away from him as much as possible, but this huge man stole my chance and locked us in his room. His presence created a heat in my body, and every time I thought about asking the dumbest question, 'Do you want to eat me?'

God, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole and disappear from him. Everything of his touch made me feel things that I had never felt before.

"Neku okati chupinchali," He whispered near my ear, removing my mask, followed by his. His lips touched my ear shell, leaving tingling in my body, his hands that wrapped around my waist snuck underneath my clothes, his cold fingers trailed my raw skin, setting it on fire.

Want to show you something.

"Evarina..." My words derailed his lips suck my neck roughly letting out a low moan, my hands clutched the hand rest of the chair, my neck tilted voluntarily giving access to him. "Vikram," I gasped as he nipped my skin. He hummed, his chest rumbled, which passed it to my body.

Anyone...

"Perfect," He sounded triumphantly, with astonishment my face turned to him and notice a smirk on his lips, his eyes zeroed on my neck, my eyes narrowed, discovering the reason behind his gaze and let out an exhausted sigh for leaving marks on my neck.

"Open the drawer," He said, his tone low yet gentle, my hand reached out to pull the drawer and suspended in air with a mixture of confusion and hesitance but he held my hand and made me do it.

My gaze landed on a small velvet box. I picked it up and carefully lifted the lid, my eyes widening as I spotted a delicate chain inside. My fingers trembled at the thought of touching it, instantly recognizing its value.

He took the chain, twisted it effortlessly, and split it into two.

"Isn't it just a chain?" he chuckled, amused by my naïve assumption.

"Huhu, it's a bracelet," he said, taking my hand. I felt uneasy as he fastened it around my wrist-I had always preferred simple things over expensive ones. My lips parted to protest.

"Don't," he warned, his sharp gaze sensing my hesitation.

I nodded timidly. "Thank you," I whispered.

He extended his hand toward me, his eyes shifting between me and the other chain. Understanding his silent request, I wrapped the bracelet around his wrist. A smile tugged at my lips-it suited him perfectly.

"Thank you, wife," he whispered, then playfully bit my cheek.

I hissed in pain. "That hurts!" I complained, rubbing the spot as a pout formed on my lips. He only laughed at me, clearly amused.

"Wife," I hummed as his hands slipped under my top. "Did you notice the heart shape in your bracelet? The moment you double-tap it, my bracelet will emit a sound, alerting me that you're in danger. And with a single touch, it will glow pink, letting me know you miss me. What do you think?" My heart heaved with extreme concern and love, my words stuck in my throat to react to his gesture.

A layer of water covered my eyes, I fluttered them not to slip out. "Baby Wife, I'll buy another one if you don't like it," He sounded genuine.

I lowered my head and denied his words by shaking my head, "I-I love it," I whispered. "It's so much for me," My voice croaked with emotion. He turned my face to him, and I lowered my lashes, but he held my chin to lock our gazes.

He brushed our lips, my eyes closed to engrave the moment, "My baby wife deserves everything in this world," He whispered near my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hid in his chest, unable to find answers to my questions that were chiming in my mind rapidly about why me only.

A knock on the door froze me, and I attempted to stand, but he tightened his hold on my waist. "Stay still, wife," He said, his voice hoarse yet firm.

We both covered our faces. "Come in." My lips parted in shock, spotting Lisa more about her disheveled state. I turned my looks to his, found a cold aversion in his brown orbs. Perhaps, he sensed my gaze, and his gaze shifted to mine. Now, his brown eyes softened, taking me by surprise.

"Don't look shocked, little wife," He said in a low tone, pecking my cheek through the barrier. How did she end up in this stage? Behind her disheveled state was the reason is he? If he is, but why?

His gaze flickered toward her, but I tugged at his coat, pulling his attention back to me.

"Did you?" I asked.

He nodded. "She insulted my wife in my own home-that was her mistake. I made sure she understood how things will change for anyone who dares to degrade you," he said, his voice low and edged with quiet menace. His eyes, cold and unwavering, shifted back to her.

"What did you do to her?" I questioned, watching her struggle to stand.

"I ordered her to reach you using the stairs instead of the elevator," he replied.

As his words sank in, my gaze instinctively dropped to her feet-bloodied and raw.

"This... this is too much," I murmured, realizing that we were on the 57th floor.

"Baby Wife, it's bare minimum. She has to endure two more punishments" My eyes softened watching her state before I attempted to persuade him to stop punishing her, he interjected "Don't plead me for that bitch," I closed my eyes hearing his sharp and firm voice.

"Mrs. VA" My eyes opened hearing her strained voice "I'm sorry for insulting you," She said, and kneeled in front of us.

I wanted to hold her to stop her, but he restrained my actions, pulling me into his body. "Please, leave her," I pleaded softly, holding his chin. he shook his head, and I pouted, fluttering my eyelashes to soften him.

He let out a sigh and grumbled, "Nina," He summoned looking at me firmly as pressing something on the table, I wrinkled my nose at his attitude.

"Boss,"

"Take her away from us, before I strangle her." She bowed and held her arm, and harshly yanked her to her feet. "Nina, careful," I said, looking at her feet.

My eyes followed their path but halted at the door. "She doesn't deserve your kindness," His voice snapped my gaze, "Doesn't she your lover?" I questioned revealing my doubt.

"No fucking way," He cringed like I said a sinful word, "Someone played with her feelings using my name and you know the rest of the part" He said shrugging his shoulders and hid his head in the crook of my neck.

"You smell so good," he murmured near my skin. I squirmed in his embrace, a tingling sensation spreading through my body.

His phone buzzed, breaking the moment. He cursed under his breath before answering.

"Yes, I'm coming," he said, disconnecting the call shortly after. I stood on my feet and tugged his coat to make out wrinkle free.

"Let's go," He stretched his hand out to me, my eyes narrowed at him "To where?" I questioned in bafflement.

"To the meeting," He answered and grabbed my hand, "But..." He ushered me and dragged me with him, I followed him obediently.

My jaw dropped to the ground watching the conference room, the room lit with modern ceiling lights, room painted with orange and white. One side of the wall decorated by the various paintings and other side connected with the windows displaying the outside world.

My fingers felt the cold and softness of the leather black seat, among the seats there was a rectangular shape conference table, in the middle of the surface of it there was a glass pot filled with white roses.

"Wife," My inspection of the room came to a halt hearing his voice, turning on my heels, I stood beside him, who was settled in the main chair.

"Sit here," He motioned his lap, my eyes widened at his gestures "W-what?" I asked thinking my vision betrayed me.

He tugged my hand abruptly my butt dropped in his hand "It's n-not appropriate. I w-will sit there," I said nervously, pointing to the chair beside me.

"If you don't sit calmly, I'll finger you in front of all and will make you scream my name" A heat rushed to my cheeks hearing his words, I definitely knew he was talking about mature things because my body felt oddly reacted hearing his words.

"Do you want it, baby?" He whispered, heat rushed to my body, and my heart danced with uneven rhythmic beats. "N-No," I said, closing my eyes to concentrate on my breath flow.

Yet, my mind was worried about the wetness of my south area, I learnt it from the book and that was the impact of his touch.

"Bhumi, stay calm," I chanted to distract my attention from his touch.

"Don't worry, I'll make your brain busy," He said nonchalantly ignoring my nervousness as all employees came to the room and halted in their tracks watching us.

I stirred in my place, noticing their gazes, he held my waist stopping me move "Don't " He warned in his deep voice, my head bobbed obediently following his command.

"Why did you stop?" Subash annaya voice chimed as he came out slicing the group of members, spotting us his jaw dropped instantly, I lowered my gaze to my lap and my fingers fidgeting.

I heard the creaking sounds of chairs, the air surrounded filled with the sounds of paper flickering and murmuring sounds.

A small pile of books placed on me, snapping my attention to them, I let out a relieved sound, noticing those were my books "Now, you can study," He whispered tightening his hold on my waist, I nodded without lifting my lashes.

"Mr. Vikram Adity Joshi, I'll take my revenge for this," I said to myself, and took my breath to pay attention to my study.

I grabbed one of my books and began to study. "Let's start," He said. I lifted my gaze slightly, instantly caught a teasing smile of Subash Annaya, and quickly hid my face using the book as a barrier.

Taking a deep breath, turned my attention to my study. I tsked and wiggled in his lap when he constantly rubbed my tummy as he nonchalantly talked with the employees, his fingers dug into my skin stopping my movements.

A smile tugged at my lips as I found a challenging problem to distract myself. I quickly grabbed my rough notebook and began solving it. Step by step, I followed a familiar method, but the result was unsatisfactory.

Determined, I switched to a trial-and-error approach, and finally, I got the answer.

"Hooray, I did it!" I jumped excitedly, throwing my hands in the air.

"Thaggadheledu!" I burst out in joy, quoting the famous Pushpa movie dialogue.

Proud of my quick problem-solving, I patted my shoulder. But the moment of triumph came to a sudden halt as I became aware of my surroundings.

My eyes scanned the room, landing on everyone's stunned expressions. Nervousness crept up my spine as I realized I had disrupted an important meeting.

"Naa pani ayipoindi," I mumbled, closing my eyes briefly before turning to face him.

I finished

"I-I d-didn't m-mean..." My words stuck in my throat as fear took over. His long silence made my heartbeat quicken. I hesitantly peeked at his face, only to be met with a piercing gaze.

I swallowed hard as he remained composed, his expression unreadable.

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered before rushing out of the meeting room, desperate to escape further humiliation.

Just as I headed toward his cabin, I suddenly stopped, spotting Nina nearby. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand.

"Take me home," I said urgently.

"B-but..." she began, but I quickly interrupted.

"Please," I pleaded.

Her eyes widened at my desperation, but after a brief hesitation, she nodded.