Jiya felt as if someone had stabbed her heart with something sharp.

“Extra money!”

As if all the humiliation and force of last night had simply been given a price.

“Yes, sir,”
Jiya managed to say only that much.

“Sit down,”
he gestured toward the file lying in front of her.

“In front of you are the complete details of the Phoenix deal.

I already told you how important this deal is for us.

We are tying up with Asia’s largest corporate group.

But now I feel…”

He paused, then said,

“…that you failed to handle it properly.

To manage this entire project, I need someone who is mentally stable.”

Silently, Jiya opened the file.

The Phoenix deal—
the one she had worked on day and night for the past two months.

“Sir, I’ve worked on every small and big point. I verified all the data and reviewed every legal clause with the legal team. This deal—”

“This deal is not right,” Vidyut interrupted her.

“And looking at your face, I can tell you’re not fit for this work right now. I don’t see that focus in your eyes.”

A surge of anger filled Jiya.

This was the same man responsible for her condition—and now he was questioning her work.

“Sir, it’s because of my efforts that the Phoenix deal reached this stage. I assure you there’s no flaw in my work.”

Vidyut laughed—cold, merciless.

“You will assure me?”

“Last night, you also assured me that you were in pain—but did I stop? No.”

Jiya’s face turned pale.

She had never heard something this degrading inside the office.

“Sir, this is a professional place,” Jiya said, gathering courage.

“No, Jiya,” Vidyut replied coldly.
“This is my professional space. And what is professional here—and what isn’t—I decide.”

He leaned forward in his chair.

“Look, you’re my most capable PA—I know that.

But you also need to know why I keep you here.

Not just because you handle files.

But because you’re useful to me in every way.

You have all my secrets.

And I have access to you—anytime, anywhere.”

He picked up another Phoenix file.

“And by the way, do you think you’re very special?

I’ve already handed all these files over to Mr. Sharma.”

Jiya’s eyes widened in fear.

“Mr. Sharma? But sir, this project was mine—”

“Was. Not anymore.

Now you’re just my secretary.

You’ll handle my personal work now—
my next press conference,
my new clothes,
and what I eat and when.

All the important work will now be handled by Mr. Sharma.”

His voice lowered—but became more dangerous.

“And you, my dear Jiya—

will only make sure that I remain available.

Every one of my needs will be fulfilled—

professional… and personal.”

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This wasn’t just about losing work.

This was Jiya’s public humiliation.

Months of dedication and effort were thrown into the trash in a second—
just because she was now considered “mentally unstable.”

When in reality, the biggest reason for her condition was her own boss.

As Jiya walked through the office corridor, every face felt different.

She felt as if everyone was staring at her, whispering about her.

The worst humiliation came when Mr. Sharma—who once worked under Jiya—approached her and asked for the Phoenix deal file.

With a victorious smile, Mr. Sharma said,

“Oh Jiya! President sir said you were feeling a bit overwhelmed with this project. It’s okay, I’ll take over now. You just prepare his new diet plan.”

Jiya lowered her eyes.

Her throat went dry.

“Alright, Mr. Sharma,” she said in a very soft voice.

She was deliberately assigned small, useless tasks.

All day, she had to make lists of Vidyut’s clothes,
get his shoes polished,
and even select a new designer sofa for his house.

In the afternoon, during lunch, Jiya saw Vidyut and Mr. Sharma standing in a corner planning the success party of the Phoenix deal—

a success she would never be credited for.

Vidyut placed a hand on Mr. Sharma’s shoulder and laughed loudly.

Jiya felt that the laughter was meant for her—
for her defeat, for her humiliation.

By evening, Jiya was completely hollow from the inside.

She had no strength left to fight,
no strength even to cry.

She had turned into an empty person.

At exactly seven, she began preparing to leave.

That’s when Vidyut’s voice came over the intercom—

“Jiya, come to my office. Emergency meeting.”

Jiya’s heart started pounding violently.

She felt this “emergency meeting” would be just like last night.

Trembling, she entered Vidyut’s large, luxurious office.

Vidyut was standing in a corner, talking on the phone—

“Yeah… last night was fun. Really fun.
But now I’m done. I want something new.
This has become boring for me.”

Jiya froze.

Was he talking about another woman?

Vidyut ended the call and looked at her.

“Jiya, I have another important task for you.”

He pulled out a thick envelope from his pocket and placed it in front of her.

“This is your salary cheque… and some extra money too.
Now listen carefully.”

“Tomorrow is the Phoenix deal success party, and I need a new P.A. there.
You know—my taste keeps changing.”

Jiya’s breath caught.

Was he firing her?

“So… what are you trying to say, sir?” she asked in a trembling voice.

Vidyut smiled sideways.

“I’m demoting you, Jiya.
You’re no longer my Personal Assistant.”

“You’re my old P.A. now.”

After a brief pause, he delivered the final blow—

“I’m appointing you as the Head of Housekeeping at my home.”

Jiya went numb.

This was the ultimate humiliation.

A top corporate assistant had been turned into a house servant in a single moment.

“You’ll stay at my house,” Vidyut said coldly.
“You’ll wash my clothes, cook my food… and yes—train my new P.A.

You’ll still be with me, Jiya.
Only the level of your work has changed.”

He bent forward toward her.

“You should be happy.
At least now you’re out of the office’s ‘dirty work.’
Now your only job will be to keep me happy—inside my home.”

Jiya picked up the envelope.

The cheque felt unbearably heavy in her trembling hands.

“You said I was lucky to spend one night with you,”
Jiya asked in a breaking voice.
“So… is this my fate, sir?”

Vidyut’s face hardened instantly.

“You have no idea about my worth, Jiya.

I’ve kept you here—your entire life is in my hands.”

“If you leave this job,” his voice grew colder,
“I promise you won’t get work in any big company in Mumbai.
I’ll blacklist you completely.”

“You know how much power I have.”

Jiya knew—he wasn’t lying.

Vidyut glanced at his watch.

“You have 20 minutes to pack your stuff.
Tomorrow morning at 7, my car will take you to my house.”

“Be on time.
Not a single mistake will be tolerated.
This is your new assignment.”

With that, he walked away.

Jiya was left standing alone.

Outside, Mumbai’s lights were glowing—
but inside her, everything had gone dark.

Her career.
Her self-respect.
Her identity.

Everything had been destroyed by this man.

One thing became clear in Jiya’s mind.

Vidyut Jindal was no longer just her boss—

he had become her prison.

And the way out of that prison was either death…

or a counterattack so powerful
that Jiya wasn’t ready for it yet.

She clenched the envelope tightly in her fist.

That “extra money” was no longer money—

it was chains.

Within twenty minutes, she packed all her belongings
and walked out of the office.

The next morning’s sun
was going to bring a new kind of torture into Jiya’s life.

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The next morning, exactly at 6:45 a.m., Vidyut Jindal’s black, luxurious Rolls Royce stopped outside Jiya’s small, old apartment.

The car was so lavish that people nearby started peeking out of their windows.

Jiya was already standing at the door.

She looked back at her home one last time.

Her mother, Kaveri, had worry clearly written in her eyes, but Jiya hid her pain behind a broken smile.

“The work is very important, Mom.
Now I… I’ll have to stay at my boss’s house,” Jiya said softly.

Her younger siblings were still asleep—completely unaware that their sister’s life had taken a terrifying turn.

Jiya picked up her small suitcase—
inside it were her broken yesterday and an unknown, fear-filled tomorrow—
and silently walked downstairs.

As soon as she sat in the car, the driver—a hard-faced man—spoke:

“Good morning, ma’am. Sir’s order is that we must reach exactly by 7:00.”

There was no warmth in his voice—only the habit of following commands.
As if Jiya was no longer a person, but merely one of Vidyut’s possessions.

Jiya looked at her old home through the window…
and silently said goodbye to her “old Jiya.”

Soon, the Rolls Royce entered the most expensive part of the city.

Ahead stood Vidyut Jindal’s mansion—Jindal Estate.

The place was nothing less than a fortress—
huge, shining, and filled with authority.

Jiya felt as if she had entered a museum,
where her life would now be displayed like a showpiece.

Two massive guards stood at the gate.
Inside, the view looked like a five-star hotel—

but to Jiya, it felt like a beautiful cage.

As soon as she entered, she was met by a stern woman—
the house manager, Mrs. D’Souza.

“So you’re the new housekeeping head?”
she said, scanning Jiya from head to toe.
“I thought President Sir would hire a professional.
You look… quite young.”

Jiya felt as if the woman could see every wound hidden beneath her clothes.

“Yes… my name is Jiya Goyal,” she said softly.

“Alright, Jiya. Listen carefully.
This is not an office—this is President Sir’s home.
Everything here must be perfect.
One single mistake, and sir will be very angry.

And yes—
there are no holidays here.
You’ll be on call 24/7.”

With that, Mrs. D’Souza sent her toward a small staff quarter.

Jiya’s heart sank.

The corporate office where she once worked with dignity
had now been replaced by a tiny room—

from where she could see Vidyut’s world,
but would never truly be part of it.

Without saying anything, Jiya began working.

She moved like a machine—

making the bed,
ironing clothes
(even the ones Vidyut had worn the previous night),
memorizing his food preferences.

Vidyut stayed home all day,
but never appeared in front of her.

Only his voice echoed through the intercom—

“Jiya, I want my white shirts perfectly arranged.
No mess. Everything should be in order.”

His voice was cold, commanding—
as if Jiya were not human, but a remote-controlled machine.

“Jiya, my morning smoothie should contain only strawberry.
No banana. Can’t you remember even such a small thing?”

Every order felt like punishment.

Jiya knew—he was doing this deliberately,
just to remind her again and again what she had become.

In the evening, when Vidyut returned from the gym,
Jiya brought him his protein shake.

He was still in the gym area—
sweat-soaked, his strong body reminding Jiya of last night’s cruelty.

“Leave the shake here, Jiya,”
he said without emotion.

Jiya placed the shake on the glass table,
but her trembling hands caused a little of it to spill.

“What is this, Jiya?”
Vidyut suddenly shouted.

Jiya shuddered in fear.

“Sorry sir… it was a mistake.”

Vidyut’s eyes hardened.

“Mistake?”

“How dare you create mess in my house?”

“Do you think you’re still my P.A.,
that you can make such professional mistakes?”

He slowly walked toward Jiya.

She stood frozen.

“You’re not my P.A. anymore.
You are just my maid.

Your job is to keep things clean—
not to mess them up.”

He dipped his finger into the spilled shake on the table
and then pressed that same finger against Jiya’s cheek.

“This stain…”

“reminds me how useless you’ve become.”

“Now you’re only good for cleaning stains.”

His voice was cold and poisonous.

“Go. Clean it.”

“And yes—
without soap.
without cloth.”

Jiya trembled.

“W-what… sir, this—”

“Clean it,”
Vidyut said in a very soft, dangerous voice.

Jiya had no choice.

Her eyes filled with humiliation and fear.

She slowly bent toward the table
and wiped the small protein shake stain with her handkerchief.

Vidyut just stood there watching.

There was a strange, cruel satisfaction on his face.

“Good girl.
Now go and get my clothes ready.
I’m going out.”

Then he added coldly—

“And yes—
my new P.A. is coming tonight for the success party.

You’ll have to teach her everything…

everything.”

At 8 p.m., Jindal Estate came alive.

Guests began arriving.
Music started playing.

Jiya had to stand in one corner—
from there, she had to watch the new P.A. who had replaced her,
a beautiful and confident girl—Naina—
laughing and talking with Vidyut.

Naina was smart.
There was the same focus in her eyes
that once used to define Jiya.

Vidyut was smiling at Naina,
praising her.

Jiya felt as if another needle of jealousy and humiliation
had pierced straight into her chest.

Just then, another entry was made at the party—
and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

“Vidyut! Congrats, my friend!”

A tall, handsome man entered the room.

His name was Jaydeep Arora—
an upcoming businessman,
Vidyut’s competitor,
and also his childhood friend.

Jaydeep’s eyes suddenly fell on Jiya—
standing in a corner,
helping a server place a tray.

He paused for a moment.

Jiya saw him too.

Jaydeep.

She knew him.
From college days.

Jaydeep had liked her,
but Jiya had always chosen her career
and rejected his proposal.

Jaydeep quickly walked toward her.

“Jiya?
What… what are you doing here?”

There was both shock and concern in his voice.

“You used to work with President Jindal.
I thought you’d be enjoying the Phoenix deal success party.”

Jiya’s face turned pale.
She was afraid to answer.

“I…
I’m here, Jaydeep.
I’m working.”

“Working?”

“You… why are you handing trays to servers?”
“What happened, Jiya?”

Jaydeep extended his hand, trying to hold hers.

At that exact moment—

Vidyut noticed.

A cold, terrifying anger surfaced on his face.

He knew Jiya and Jaydeep had known each other in college.

Jaydeep—
his biggest business rival.

And this—
Jaydeep showing concern for Jiya—

was a direct, deep strike on Vidyut’s ego.

This wasn’t just about talking to an employee.

This was Jaydeep’s audacity—
the audacity to touch what belonged to him.

Vidyut immediately walked over.

“Jaydeep! You’re here?
Thanks for coming to congratulate,”
Vidyut smiled,
but something cold and dangerous flickered in his eyes.

“Congrats to you, Vidyut,”
Jaydeep said, pointing toward Jiya.
“But what is all this?
Jiya? You’re here… doing housekeeping?”

Vidyut pressed his finger hard into Jiya’s waist.
She flinched in pain.

“Oh! You know Jiya?”
“Yes… she’s my ex P.A.
And now she’s the Head of Housekeeping at my home.”

His voice carried fake calm.

“She’s quite capable,”
“but I felt she couldn’t handle corporate pressure anymore.
So I gave her a comfortable place—
my home.”

He emphasized the word pressure.

Jiya understood—
he was referring to last night’s cruelty.

Jaydeep’s eyes stayed on Jiya’s face.

She looked exhausted… terrified.

“Jiya, are you okay?
If there’s any problem—” Jaydeep began.

“Jiya has no problem,”
Vidyut cut in immediately.

“She’s very happy here.

You know, Jiya has always stayed close to me—
first in the office, now at home.”

“And yes,”
“I pay her extra money.
So much that she’ll never earn outside.”

Vidyut looked at Jiya.

There was an open threat in his eyes.

“Isn’t that right, Jiya?”

Jiya felt her throat tighten.

She had no choice but to agree.

“Yes, Jaydeep…
I… I’m fine here,”
she said in a very soft voice.

Jaydeep could clearly see the possessiveness and arrogance in Vidyut’s eyes.

He became suspicious,
but didn’t want to create a scene at the party.

“If you ever need anything, Jiya,”
“just tell me,”
Jaydeep said—
his concern genuine.

The moment Jaydeep turned away—

Vidyut grabbed Jiya’s waist harder.

“How dare you?”
“Why were you taking help from him?”
“Do you think you’re so free
that you can talk to another man?”

“Sir… I didn’t say anything,”
Jiya said in pain.

“You didn’t speak,”
“but I saw desire in your eyes,”
Vidyut growled.

“Desire—
pulling you toward someone else.”

“Remember, Jiya,”
“You are my property now.”
“And my property cannot be touched.”
“Without my permission—
no man can even look at you.”

Vidyut shoved her away
and walked back toward Jaydeep.

After Jaydeep left,
Vidyut’s anger only intensified.

He entered his room and slammed the door shut.

“You betrayed me, Jiya!”

Jiya backed against the wall in fear.

“Sir… I didn’t betray you,”
“he was just… an old friend.”

“Friend?”
“I don’t care about your friends!”

“All I saw was him trying to touch you—
and you didn’t stop him!”

“He was just asking if I was okay!”

“No!”
“He was trying to take you away from my empire!”
Vidyut shouted.

“He’s jealous of everything I have.
And now—
he wants you too.”

He grabbed Jiya tightly
and stared into her eyes.

“Do you think I made you a housekeeper just like that?”

“No.
This is my new way
to keep you close.”

“So I can see you every moment,”
“so you can’t even lift your eyes
toward another man.”

“From today, your job isn’t just cleaning the house, Jiya,”
Vidyut said coldly.
“Now your job is…
to prove that you don’t need anyone else.”

“You belong to me. Only me.”

He shoved her away.

“And listen—
tonight you’re getting a new assignment.
My personal…”

“Now get out.”

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