If you create your own storm,

then Why are you angry after getting struck in the rain?

~C.Tang

Meanwhile,

Inside Stark's Boutique

Staring outside the busy streets of London the uptight tall swoon worthy figure of a woman appeared all pleasing to the eyes of the passerbys. The fair skinned beauty with perfect amount of make-up, her long brown hairs braided to the side in a classy look including her floor length leopard skin dress tightly wrapped around the curves of her body. A very pleasant to the every man present around her. But Why was she still standing alone? Everything around her felt warm and seductive except.. her cold lost eyes.

One look at her high and proud expressions, no one dared to approach the beauty and only heiress of Stark's, 'Rebecca Maria Stark'.

A beautiful model and talented designer.. totally eye-catching but her detached attitude feared everyone around her. Lack of true friends,peoples with bad intentions turned her more bitter from both outside and inside.

"Leave" Rebecca sneered at the greedy woman standing beside her in designer skirt and blouse.

"Darling, Just confirm the details and I will take your words as my token for appearing in fashion week magazine.. you know the directo--" The woman reached to touch her hand, but was quickly pushed back with the force and she fell on the floor.

"Aaahh--!"

Everyone inside the shop stopped, stared at the scene where some woman brutally pushed to the ground by the rich heiress Rebecca Stark, no one dared to approach her or help her stand up. Feeling sympathetic they returned back to their works. Like it was common scene for anyone to be pushed on the ground everyday. Atleast the floor is cleaned and her designer dress won't ruined.

Stop. Stare. Continue working. No gossiping.

That was the natural common day to day life of the workers in Stark's high end boutique.

The woman was humiliated, collected herself from the ground. Without looking back she think better to curse the snobbish heiress in her head than to her face. It was her own greed that made her try to get closer to the well known arrogant woman in fashion industry. I'll take revenge for my humiliation Rebecca Stark. She vowed before walking away.

Rebecca didn't care about anything around her. Her eyes solely focused outside the window of the shop and towards the low profile black car hidden under the shades of trees on side of the parking lot. Oh Jack! You are such a coward.

"My baby!" Another loud voice of a man caught her attention as she turned back to find her father Paul Stark walking towards her , opening his arms widely he gestured her to give him a hug.

"Dad"

The girls inside the boutique scoffed mentally. As quickly she saw her busssines man father the snobbish heiress changed completely from cold ice Princess to whining spoilt Princess. With wide happy smile she clinged to her father's arms.

"You don't miss your old dad now, princess?"

"It's more like Dad doesn't miss his Princess anymore. Right Dad? Aren't you already busy attending lavish busssines parties abondaning your only daughter ?"

Paul was taken aback by the chilliness coming off from his daughter's voice. But he ignored her remark and laughed nervously.

"That's not true sweetheart. You are overanalyzing the situation."

"Then why Andres is still not mine Dad? Why I am not the one with that powerful title of 'Mrs. Angelo'?" Rebecca's face scrunched in scowl.

Paul chuckled. That's his daughter. Always focused on her profitable goals. Just some mere influence of a incompetent man cannot change her overnight.

"Dad..I am not happy." She complained after looking at him ignoring her and just laughing like a fool.

Paul Stark's eyes softened and gently he patted his daughter's head lovingly.

In most loving pampering voice he assured her about his future motives "You don't have to worry about anything my baby girl, Dad will do anything in his power to make you happy.."

Rebecca's eyes darkened with humour "Anything huh?"

Paul cleared his throat hearing the mockery in his daughter's words " Charles has another plan to uncover truth behind Andres' real or fake supposed drunk wedding. We tried to find any information about his supposed wife by law since we failed.. again, that's not important. We will plant a mole between him.. haha.. " A malicious look crossed over his expressions he couldn't help but think about the discussion between him and Charles. After getting grab hold on both Angelo's and Mathews, he will become so powerful busssines Mougal in London. He doesn't care about Charles and his arrogant wife. They both can go rot in hell for all he cares. "Let's... just proceed with this new plan okay princess!"

"And what's that new plan Daddy..?"

Paul dismissed his daughter changing subject swiftly " You don't have to worry about that hon, just leave everything to me. You just focus on your shows and Dad have to attend important meeting I'm leaving. I will see you later hm"

After kissing his daughter he stepped to leave.

Rebecca watched as he after walking few steps suddenly stopped and turned to look at her again. His face not betraying the emotions of doubt crossing his mind.

"Rebecca love?" He called her.

"Now what Dad?" Rebecca felt bored. Can he already leave?

After thinking he decided to remember his daughter one last time. "Remember to stay away from Jack. He-es not a good company to hangout with--"

Rebecca furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion" I already know that Daddy. His status doesn't compare with Starks. Why would I consider him to hangout with huh?"

Paul smiled contented with her answer. "Indeed honey. Dad is proud to know your priorities."

Happily he existed the shop leaving behind his daughter whose face turned indifferent in seconds. Wearing back her sunglasses she directly walked inside her cabin. Fishing out her phone from her purse she directly thew away it on the couch.

Her beautiful face ripped off the mask of loving obedient daughter as she opened her call logs in her phone. Sitting back on the high swirling office chair she crossed her legs, leaning forward Rebecca finally pressed the anonymous number. Her fingers trembled with suprresed anger as she waited for the other side to pick up. She scowled in anger speaking quickly..

"Paul Stark and Charles Angelo is planning something new against Andres Angelo. I want the details ASAP..

"I will deliver the money alright.. no need to act like bitch..

"They are planning to plant a mole between Angelo.. Stop them at any cost to reach Andres Angelo's wife.. I don't care if he is really married or scamming the law.. just stop them..

Her red lips curved up in dark humour as she hung up satisfied.

She buzzed her intercome and soon her Assistant came inside after knocking the door.

"On side of road.. under shades of tree, a black car is parked with number **** , go fetch the owner through back door in my office."

After bowing in courtesy the Assistant left leaving behind the girl who was still fired up in anger. She leaned back on her chair in deep thought.

Jack.. what is she going to do with him?

**

Back to the Hospital room,

Saanvi lying on the hospital bed felt her right arm going numb. It was soon near to be crushed to death by the weight of head of man crushing it under his weight. Not just his head, his arms tightly wrapped around her stomach made her feel like being used as a pillow by a statue.

Fluttering her eyes she looked down at the peaceful innocent face of her Boss sleeping. His red lips puckered while he never made any noise. Like a dead body he dumped his whole body above her without thinking how a sick girl on hospital bed can carry on being used as pillow.

He never snored nor moved ever so slightly. The position he fell asleep hugging her, after 30 minutes he was still in same position. Like a proper gentleman he slept calmly except the continuous frowning expression on his handsome defined face.

She wanted to cry any second with pain. In starting he looked so out of character and cute she didn't have any evil heart to shake him away. But now..? She looked at him in focus before crying out in pain in her head 'Mummy mere hath..' (ᗒᗩᗕ)

( Mummy.. my hands..)

With her other free hand she reached to gently shake his shoulder with her fingertip whispering quietly,

"Sir.. Phsttt.. Sir"

No reaction.

This time she tried little harder. Poking his head.

"Hey! Are you awake?"

"Get up please.."

No reaction. He was still suspected as dead.

"Pshtt!! Andres.. hey Andy.. Are you really dead?"

Saanvi's face soured annyoed as she mumbled staring at his unmoving sleeping face. 'Khumkaran tha kya pichle janam mai'

'whatever I am abondaning him here this time.. having handsome face doesn't count anymore'

(Was he khumkaran in his previous life? )

After debating with her head the girl finally decided to remove his head slowly from her shoulder to bed and not disturb his beauty sleep. Carefully and gently she actually succeed transferring his head on her pillow. His arms loosely placed on the bed.

Getting down from the bed Saanvi stood in front of the hospital bed. Staring at his sharp, defined , the most beautiful face she has ever seen of any man, she can clearly remember the day she first met him.

Her lips curved up in a smile thinking about the strangest meeting with him. The first time she saw this man when he was actually sleeping beside her on a hotel bed, properly dressed in a suit with his shoes on. His long eyelashes almost touching his high cheekbones. Hands sparkled with expensive watch. And she was afraid thinking she must have slept with this guy while fully dressed.

That was the time she has thought she would never meet him again. And next thing he came to the pub she was supposed waitress.

What a coincidence? Or is that planned?

And she never heard from Mark again.. even after his pervert son was abducted by Andres' bodyguards..? And then she offered to work with him..

Saanvi suddenly felt confused. What am I even thinking? The whole situation felt so strange and.. planned..

Saanvi who was lost in puzzles of her thoughts felt her bladder feeling full. She needs to go to toilet soon.

Quickly looking around the classy hospital room she has already noticed the this was more like a hotel room than hospital. Even the hospital bed is big enough to have four peoples in it, soft and spacious. T.v, game console and what not? Everything is present. How am I going to pay for the hospital bill.. if I continue to stay here? She shudderd thinking about the amount of money she has to waste on this superficial things.

She finally spotted the bathroom and went inside.

After coming out Saanvi felt contemplated while going back to the bed or wandering out of the hospital room. This time with no Overprotective Andres Angelo in her tail to stop her from moving around.

Subconsciously her eyes flickered to the sleeping man on the bed. His fingers clutching the covers tightly on his fist. She couldn't believe him to be the same man is actually her Boss. The clingy, Overprotective man who refused her to even set her one foot out of the bed. She wasn't allowed to sit up or move around. Not even meeting anyone. 'I don't want anyone disturbing your rest .' was his words.

She was almost verge of the tears when instead of discharging her tomorrow, her hospital stay was increased to how many days he felt I was not good in health. Who wants to permanently live on hospitals like hotels?

'Delay her discharge procedure, she will stay here until I feel assured of her health'

She wanted to protest. She needed to report back in University for her presence and start studying in less than week.

Anyways I will handle him later.

And to add the most embarassing day in her whole life, she was caught kissing him.. on hospital bed.. by the and.. & who didn't look suprised. She just messaged in her phone once and left after giving her a stink questioning eyes.

We'll talk later about your Kissing and.. health bestie.

~Tina

Andres who never bothered about any of this, calmly held up her chin giving her a last peck on her forehead he carefully brushed her hairs in normal shape and then swiftly got up and walked towards the waiting doctors who avoided looking in her direction. Like a true busssines man he talked to them in his usual straight voice, but the hell loose when he held her reports in his hands. His grey eyes darkening as he read through every single word and last declared 'From now on you are not allowed to eat cookies'

And then stupidly she added "Not only cookies it was also cake's fault"

Glaring in her direction the cruel Boss added another thing banned on her diet 'No cakes and cookies'

She wanted to yell at him. It's your fault, not mine. Because you gave me those cookies I never shared it with anyone and ate everything like pig with no self control.

She was helplessness when the professional dietician was called and her whole diet chart was planned in front of his calculative sharp eyes. He even guarded her when she gulped glass of water.

She was feeling so angry. Her every move was carefully evaluated by him. Sleepless and restless she could only puff up her cheeks in anger. She wanted to shout at him for acting like her mother. She was so tempted to lecture him about how she is already a grown up woman and definitely take care of herself and doesn't need her Boss turned babysitter. And it's expensive to stay here. She is broke and free loader on Tina.

But one look at his scary angry face including that grey eyes turned slightly red she would close her mouth and dutifully obeyed his orders, for now. After a while when finally he felt everything was under his control he quickly hopped towards her again ,hugging her towards his chest tightly. Like a child he rested back his head on her shoulder guiding her hands back to his soft hairs to continue caressing.

What even happened to him? Is he possessed by some dayan or chudail?

Nevertheless she doesn't have heart to refuse his requests. Is it wrong if she squeezed his cheeks.

Compiling to his wishes she continued to softly brush his hairs back and froth with result of him falling into a deep sleep in her embrace. His chest moving up and down, his long eyelashes almost touching his high defined cheeks. His natural soft pink lips. Is he even real or she is still daydreaming?

Looking between sleeping Boss and open door Saanvi came to only one conclusion. Leave before he wakes up or he won't let me wander around later.

Unaware of her awake husband With quiet steps the girl slowly headed towards the door like a specialised thief and slowly pushed the door open slightly to look outside.

Left-- right-- straight- every corner..

C

lear!

The coast was clear with no one outside. Happily as she pushed the door open and walked outside before something like flash of light blocked her path out of blue "MUMMY!!!! Arghhh!!" Saanvi screamed terrified with the sudden presence of a tall pillar like man dressed in black t-shirts and googles, hovering over her with his muscles practically falling on her face.

"Where are you going Miss?" It was one of the bodyguard who appeared from his hiding place after noticing the Lady Boss sneaking out of the room alone. His face emotionless as he intimidating the frightened woman.

"Out-- you ! what are you doing here suddenly? Scaring me huh" Saanvi patted her chest to calm her beating heart. Where was this guy even to appear in front of her like a ghost? So so .. scary..

"Why are you outside?" Saanvi jumped hearing another cold voice asking behind her. What's up with these peoples scaring her sick mind and body?

Saanvi felt trapped. Her eyes darted towards all the directions for escape. Not only his bodyguard but her Boss looked intimidating, both of them hovering over her small body. With his hard cold glares digging holes on her head.

"Nowhere. Haha..to get some water? Water... right" she swiftly tried to lied hiding her nervous smile brushing off her sweats from her forehead.

Andres' face darkened more as his eyes fell on her bare feet. This woman.. so careless. Instinctively he moved down to her knee level lifting her up in arms without caring about anyone around him.

"Ah!"

Saanvi shrieked with suprise. Suddenly she was treated worse than a child. She wanted to never hide so badly in her life. He was acting so clingy in front of others too. She doesn't mind.. but her pervert head does. Totally. She could only feel her ears burn bright red feeling his heated gaze on her blushing face. Where's rat hole to hide my body?

But she can now understand why some girls commented mens looks hot while angry. Hot and sexy like volcano.

Suddenly loud sound of running footsteps could be heard from the end of the hall . She watched carefully as another patient was wheeled inside by the nurses and doctors running towards the emergency ward. With one young woman and another man beside the patient on wheeled bed. Their clothes stained with blood.

They quickly passed from in front of her. She could see the woman's face drenched with tears holding the hand of the injured woman. Her brown hairs glued to her sweaty face.

"What happened to them?" Saanvi mumbled feeling disturbed. The reason she doesn't wanted to stay in hospital for so long. It was heartbreaking seeing everyone getting hurt.

"Case of accident or anything worse." Andres looked at his wife feeling worried,he quickly turned back and walking towards her room as he obstructed her view from the painful scene.

"Stop worrying. Focus on your health instead" Andres lowered his wife gently back on the bed. Patting her hairs he tried to comfort the woman who was suddenly lost in daze. "It's an order, Miss Roy." His voice hardened getting back her attention who gave him a weak smile nodding lightly.

He looked at the clock and it was time for her fruits. Buzzing the intercome for help he ordered them to bring fruits for her.

Saanvi leaned up on her arms. Her eyes welled up with tears subconsciously watching him cut the apples in small pieces. She was touched. So much touched she wanted to die right now because of this unbelievable man. She almost forgot about her promise to not fall for anymore man in her life.