Boss’s boss

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The boardroom was filled with an almost palpable tension. Ranvijay Singh Rathore sat at the head of the long, polished table, his eyes narrowed, scanning over the documents in front of him with disdain. His cold, stern expression sent a chill through his employees, making them feel as though the air in the room had dropped by several degrees.

"How many times have I told you people to get this done right?" Ranvijay's voice thundered, his deep, authoritative tone echoing off the walls. "This is the third time we've had to revise these figures. Do you think this is a joke?"

One by one, the employees wilted under his sharp gaze, exchanging uneasy glances but staying silent. They knew better than to speak when he was like this-cold, precise, and utterly unforgiving. Ranvijay slammed a folder shut, the noise making everyone jump. "I want results by the end of the day, or you all better start looking for new jobs."

Just as he was about to continue his tirade, his phone buzzed on the table. Annoyed at the interruption, he glanced down at the caller ID. The harsh lines of his face softened immediately. His brows relaxed, and a slow, affectionate smile spread across his face.

"Hii, biwi," he answered the call, his voice now unrecognizable from the icy tone it had carried moments before. "Is everything alright?"

The employees exchanged incredulous looks. Was this the same man who had just threatened their jobs? Now, he sounded like a college boy whose girlfriend had called him in the middle of class.

Ranvijay stood up abruptly, motioning for the meeting to be adjourned, and walked toward his private cabin. He lowered his voice as he spoke into the phone, the affection dripping from every word.

"Jay, I'm going to mom's house," Anjali's sharp voice came through the line. "And don't you dare follow me."

Ranvijay paused in his steps, frowning as he sensed the anger in her tone. She was still upset. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. He couldn't let her leave like this.

"Baby, I'll come home, and we can talk, okay? Please, don't torture me. I can't sleep without you," he said, his voice soft, almost pleading, as if her words had the power to crush him.

But today, Anjali wasn't in the mood for any of his usual sweet-talking. Her voice was firm, and her words carried a finality that made his stomach twist.

"Ranvijay, I'm not asking you. I'm informing you. Don't you dare follow me. Aur mere ghar ke darwaze band hain tumhare liye, toh aane ki himmat bhi mat karna. Warna tumhe ghar ke bahar hi rehna padega. I'm not letting you in, so don't even try."

The line went dead, leaving Ranvijay standing alone in his cabin, holding his phone, the smile now completely wiped from his face.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, his mind racing. She had never been this angry before. Usually, a few sweet words and his teasing would melt her anger. But this time... it was different.

He sank into his chair, rubbing his temple. This wasn't going to be easy.

Ranvijay paced in his cabin, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Anjali was really upset this time, and his usual methods weren't going to cut it. He needed to make sure she was safe first, though. Grabbing his phone, he quickly dialed the head of security.

The call connected, and his voice dropped into a dangerous, low growl. "Make sure that ma'am reaches her mother's house safely. If anything happens to her... you know what I'm capable of doing."

The bodyguard, used to Ranvijay's intimidating tone, immediately responded, "Yes, sir. I'll make sure she reaches safely. You have nothing to worry about."

"Good." Ranvijay hung up without another word and sank into his chair. He closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to coax his angry wife. He knew that groveling would only get him so far this time. As he racked his brain for ideas, a sly smirk appeared on his face. He had just thought of the perfect solution-the one person who could scold Anjali into listening: her mother.

"Let's see how you escape this one, Anjali," he muttered to himself, dialing his mother-in-law's number.

The call connected after a few rings. "Namaste, Mom," Ranvijay said, his voice much sweeter now.

"Namaste, beta," his mother-in-law replied in her usual calm tone.

"Mom, actually, woh... umm..." he stammered.

"Hmm... ladai ho gayi, hai na? Tum log kabhi nahi sudhroge, dono," she said, sighing.

Ranvijay immediately went into defense mode. "Mom, she did it! I didn't say anything! This time it wasn't me!" His voice took on a playful, almost childlike whine.

She sighed again. "Now, what happened this time?"

"Umm... she's coming to you," he mumbled, then quickly added, "Also, she said... ghar ke darwaze mere liye band hain."

His mother-in-law chuckled, but her tone turned dramatic. "Ghar ke darwaze band hain, huh?" She paused, letting the tension build. Then she added in a teasing tone, "Did she also tell you that the windows are shut too, Ranvijay?"

Ranvijay's eyes lit up with a grin. "No, Mom! She didn't say anything about the windows! Wow, I love you, Mom! You're the best! You always help me out!" He sounded like a little boy who had just been given his favorite candy.

But as fate would have it, the call was on speakerphone, and his father-in-law overheard everything. "Sun lo, damad ji," came the gruff voice of his father-in-law, "zyada pyaar dikhane ki zarurat nahi. Warna main tumhare Maa ke bhi windows band karwa doonga."

Ranvijay rolled his eyes and grinned, knowing his father-in-law's strictness was mostly for show. "Arre, Dad, aapko toh jealousy ho rahi hai. Aapko bhi bol do 'I love you,' Mom se, phir dekho, windows khud ba khud khul jayenge." He leaned back in his chair, chuckling, imagining his mother-in-law's reaction.

"Aap bhi na, chup!" she scolded her husband playfully. "Mere bacche ko darane ki koi zarurat nahi hai! Bechara pehle hi uski devil biwi se pareshan hai, aur ab aap bhi aa gaye usko tang karne."

Ranvijay couldn't hold back his laughter. "Mom, devil biwi ke saath devil sasur bhi hai-double trouble!" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

His father-in-law grumbled. "Bahut baat kar rahe hai, damad ji. Zyada funny banne ki zarurat nahi."

But before he could continue his scolding, his wife cut him off. "Bas, ab main baat karti hoon tum,she said firmly, the tone of a mother preparing to discipline her daughter and husband.

"Aap dono baap-beti sir pe chadh rahe hain. Abhi batati hoon tum dono ko."

Hearing this, his father-in-law groaned in frustration. "Ajeeb hai yeh ghar," he muttered, clearly exasperated as his wife's attention shifted. Unable to deal with the two of them any longer, he quickly hung up the call, leaving Ranvijay laughing alone in his office.

As Ranvijay leaned back in his chair, he thought about the chaos he had just caused. "Well, at least Mom's on my side," he murmured to himself, still smiling.

But despite the playful exchange, he knew he still had a challenge ahead of him. Anjali wasn't going to be easy to win over this time.

Anjali stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting the soft pleats of her saree. It was a beautiful drape, a rich shade of blue that contrasted perfectly with her skin, shimmering just enough to catch the light. She smiled, admiring her reflection as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Satisfied with her look, she took a deep breath and gave herself a final glance.

As she walked downstairs, the soft rustle of her saree filled the quiet hallway. Amrita was sitting in the living room, going through some papers when Anjali approached her.

"Maa, I'm going to my mom's house for a few days. I'll be back soon," Anjali said with a smile.

Amrita looked up, returning the smile warmly. "Okay, beta. Come back whenever you want. But I don't know about Ranvijay. He's going to become a lost puppy the moment you leave." She chuckled softly. "Handle him if you can."

Anjali rolled her eyes playfully. Everyone in the house knew how possessive Ranvijay was when it came to her. If she wasn't around when he got back from the office, he'd transform into a grumpy, irritable version of himself-practically a modern-day Devdas. His shouting would start, and no one would be spared.

"Don't worry, Maa. I've already informed him," Anjali said, bending down to touch Amrita's feet.

Amrita's laughter followed her out the door. "Good luck, beta! Just don't let him burn down the house while you're gone!"

As Anjali stepped outside, expecting a quiet departure, her eyes widened at the sight that awaited her. Parked right in front of the entrance were ten large black SUVs, lined up like an intimidating convoy. Each car was filled with bodyguards, all suited up, looking serious and ready for action. It was a scene right out of a political drama, not a routine visit to her mother's house.

She blinked, confused. "What on earth is this?" she muttered under her breath before marching toward the head of the security detail-a tall, lean man with sharp features and an air of professionalism that was hard to miss.

"James!" she called out, addressing the head of security. "Why so many cars?"

James gave her a respectful nod, completely unbothered by the sight of her furrowed brows. "Ma'am, this convoy is for your protection. Sir's orders."

Anjali's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Protection?" she asked incredulously. "Hum mere ghar ja rahe hain, baraat mein nahi. Itni cars ka kya zarurat hai?"

James remained as calm as ever. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we cannot disobey Sir's orders. He was quite clear about the arrangements."

Anjali crossed her arms, staring him down. He was clearly prepared for what was coming next. Without warning, she reached up, twisted his ear, and tugged it down slightly to her level, much to the shock of the other bodyguards.

"Listen," she said, her tone firm yet mischievous. "Are we going to a wedding or some illegal meetings? Or better yet, am I going on a war where criminals are after me? Why do I need this whole battalion? Stop this nonsense right now and take only two cars."

James winced, half in pain and half in embarrassment, as the rest of the security team tried to keep straight faces. "Ahh, ma'am... it's... it's hurting! Please, leave my ear! Ahhh, ouch!" he yelped.

Anjali smirked as she released him. "So, will you listen to me next time? I'm your boss, after all. And if you don't listen, I'll make sure you and your 'bloody idiot boss' are both hanging upside down from a tree. Got it?"

Rubbing his ear and straightening himself up, James nodded fervently, avoiding eye contact as he muttered, "Yes, ma'am. Absolutely, ma'am."

Anjali stepped back, shaking her head with a smile. "Jaisa boss, waise bodyguards. Both equally useless," she murmured under her breath as she gracefully climbed into the car, satisfied with the reduced entourage.

She settled into the back seat, and the car pulled away from the mansion. Despite the slight chaos, she couldn't help but smile. Even with all the over-the-top protection Ranvijay arranged, she knew it was his way of showing he cared.

But right now, she was too irritated to care.

"Let's see how long you can stay without showing up at my mother's house, Ranvijay," she muttered to herself, already imagining his attempts to win her over once again.

As the car cruised smoothly down the road, Anjali sat back, her thoughts drifting. The soft hum of the engine lulled her into a state of calm, but after a while, her curiosity got the better of her. She glanced at James, who was seated in the front, ever so composed and professional.

"James," she called out, breaking the silence.

James, his eyes fixed on the road, turned slightly. "Yes, ma'am?"

Anjali paused for a moment, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "What's your age?"

James blinked, visibly taken aback by the sudden and rather personal question. He hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure where this conversation was headed. "Uh, ma'am... I just turned 25," he answered cautiously, as though stepping into unknown territory.

Anjali's smile widened. "Oh, wow! You're still young! A fine young man, actually. But tell me, James, how did you end up as a bodyguard? You could've been something else entirely-maybe an actor! You're good-looking, you know. In fact, you're even more handsome than my husband."

The car's atmosphere shifted instantly. James's face reddened as he chuckled nervously. He kept his eyes straight ahead, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Ma'am, I... I'm not sure about that," he stammered. "It's a long story, really, why I chose this field. But I love being a bodyguard." He glanced at her quickly through the rearview mirror, clearly uncomfortable but trying to keep things professional.

Anjali, however, wasn't about to let it go. She leaned forward slightly, her grin wicked. "Oh, come on, James. You're younger, taller, and honestly-way more handsome than Ranvijay. You could easily work in the film industry or find a fancy corporate job. Why settle for this?"

James nearly choked on his own nervous laughter. "No, ma'am, really. Sir is... uh... more attractive than me. Definitely. He's, uh, charismatic. Yes, very charismatic." His words tumbled out in a flustered rush as though trying to defend his boss's honor. He mentally cursed his luck for being stuck in this awkward conversation.

Anjali, ever the troublemaker, waved him off. "Charisma, schmarisma! Look at you-you're practically a movie star in the making. If I were you, I'd be running auditions, not babysitting grown men with too much money."

"Ma'am, please!" James laughed nervously, though his face was flushed. He mentally cried as he prayed for this conversation to end. "I... I really don't want to lose my job. Sir's very careful, you know. He cares for all of us. And... he pays well. Very well. We all admire him. In fact, we take him as an idol."

Anjali raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued by his defensive tone. "Oh?" she said, dragging the word out. "Ranvijay, the 'idol'? Now I know something's up. Is he bribing you all with extra perks or something?"

James cleared his throat. "N-no, ma'am! Absolutely not! Sir just... knows how to take care of his people. We respect him for it."

Anjali smirked, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied expression. "Hmm... interesting." She glanced out the window, her eyelids growing heavier as the motion of the car rocked her into a sleepy haze. "You might have to tell me more about these 'perks' later, James. But for now..." She yawned and stretched. "I think I'll take a nap."

James sighed in silent relief, grateful that the interrogation had finally ended. But he couldn't shake off the lingering feeling that Anjali wasn't quite finished teasing him yet. He risked a quick glance at her through the rearview mirror, only to find her already dozing off, a small, mischievous smile still playing on her lips.

"Bloody hell," James muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a smile of his own. "Like husband, like wife. Both know how to keep us on our toes."

As Anjali's car rolled out of the grand gates of the Rathore mansion, the remaining bodyguards exhaled almost simultaneously, their collective sigh of relief evident.

One of the newer recruits, still green and unaware of the intricacies of his new post, looked puzzled. He leaned toward one of the senior guards and whispered, "Why did James Sir act like he was in so much pain back there? I mean, we're trained to handle worse, right? A little twist of the ear shouldn't hurt that much."

The senior guard chuckled knowingly and gave the rookie a pat on the shoulder. "Ahh, you're still new, so you don't get it. That's just part of the routine."

The rookie frowned. "Routine?"

The senior guard nodded, a smirk spreading across his face. "Yeah, you see, Mrs. Rathore-well, she's got a bit of a... fiery side. She likes to scold James Sir a lot, and if he doesn't react-if he doesn't act like she's terrifying him-then she'll throw a tantrum, like a little kid who didn't get her way."

The rookie blinked in surprise, trying to process this. "You're kidding. He's scared of her?"

"Oh no, no," the senior guard quickly corrected, his grin widening. "He's not really scared of her. He's just... playing along. It's all part of the game. If James Sir doesn't act scared, she'll only get angrier. So, to save himself from more trouble, he goes along with it. Every time she's in one of her moods, he'll give her an easy target-his ear, for instance-and then put on a show."

The rookie raised his eyebrows. "Wait, so he lets her twist his ear... on purpose?"

"Exactly," the senior guard said, nodding. "In fact, he'll even offer his ear up to her when he sees her fuming. It's his way of avoiding a bigger drama. You've got to admire the guy. He knows what he's doing. The moment she grabs his ear, he starts acting like she's tearing it off. And if he doesn't, well... let's just say Mrs. Rathore knows how to escalate things."

The rookie was still trying to wrap his head around it. "But... why go through all that? Can't he just... I don't know, avoid her?"

The senior guard burst out laughing. "Avoid her? Have you seen how Mrs. Rathore is? There's no avoiding her when she's in a mood. And James? Well, let's just say he's very, very close to the boss-and to the boss's boss."

"Boss's boss?" the rookie asked, confused.

The senior guard smirked again. "Mrs. Rathore. If you know what's good for you, you'll realize that she's the real boss. You think our Boss, Ranvijay Sir, has control? Ha! He's head-over-heels for her. She says 'jump,' and he says 'how high?' So, James Sir is smart. He knows which side to stay on."

The rookie was beginning to understand, though he still seemed bewildered. "But James Sir... he looks so composed all the time. I wouldn't think he'd be the type to... well, fake it."

The senior guard snorted. "Oh, trust me, lad. That man's a master actor when it comes to Mrs. Rathore. And today? You just witnessed a classic. She twisted his ear, and he made it seem like she was pulling it off his head. Meanwhile, he'll be fine by the time they reach the end of the road."

The rookie's mouth dropped open slightly. "So, what do you think she'll do to him today?"

The senior guard grinned. "Oh, who knows. Maybe make him squirm a bit more, or possibly put him in another impossible situation. But that's what James Sir does-he's her favorite punching bag, and he handles it like a pro."

The two guards chuckled as the rookie finally began to see the humor in it. "Man, I had no idea this place was so... dramatic."

The senior guard laughed, patting the rookie on the back. "Stick around, kid. You'll see much more. And just a tip-if Mrs. Rathore ever turns her eyes on you... well, just remember: play along. Act terrified, and you might live to tell the tale."

With that, the guards exchanged amused glances before returning to their posts, the humor of Anjali and James's regular antics lingering in the air.

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