The moment Jiya heard this, the ground seemed to slip from beneath her feet.

“New assignment.”

Last night’s “assignment” flashed through her mind like lightning, sending a shiver through her entire body.

“Sir… I…”

Jiya gathered courage to speak. Her voice was soft, exhausted.

“I’m very tired.

I just… want to sleep.”

Vidyut’s anger didn’t fade.

It intensified.

“Sleep?”

he mocked.

He grabbed Jiya and pulled her toward the door.

“When you sleep—

I decide that now.”

He stepped outside himself and gestured for Jiya to follow.

“Come on, Jiya,”

“my success party is going on outside.”

“Where I’ve told everyone about your new, ‘happy life.’”

There was poison in his voice.

“Now it’s time to make this lie even stronger.”

Jiya didn’t understand

what he was about to do,

but looking at his expression,

she felt—

something very wrong was about to happen.

---

They returned to the party hall.

The music had grown louder.

People were laughing,

champagne glasses raised in the air.

Jiya shrank into a corner,

as if she wished

no one would even notice her.

Vidyut walked straight toward the stage.

There was a microphone there.

He tapped the mic twice with his finger—

tap… tap…

The music stopped.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

Vidyut’s voice echoed across the hall.

His face was glowing with confidence,

but his eyes

were fixed directly on Jiya.

“As you all know,”

“the success of the Phoenix deal

is not just a business win.”

People began applauding.

“This is proof of my determination

and my company’s power!”

He paused, then continued—

“And behind every successful man

there is a strong woman.”

With a slight smile, he said—

“You all must know my ex P.A.,

Jiya Goyal.”

The entire hall turned to look at Jiya.

Jiya felt as if she were standing naked in front of the crowd.

Humiliation was breaking her from the inside.

“Jiya worked day and night on this deal,”

Vidyut said.

“But maybe…”

He paused deliberately.

“I pushed her too hard under corporate pressure.”

He let out a fake, regretful laugh.

“She couldn’t handle the pressure.

So I decided to give her some relief.”

He took a deep breath.

“That’s why I made her

the Head of Housekeeping at my home.”

Some people began whispering among themselves,

but Vidyut ignored them.

---

Just then, Jaydeep Arora stepped forward.

“Vidyut… you’re joking, right?”

“Someone as capable as Jiya—”

“No, Jaydeep!”

Vidyut cut him off sharply.

His voice was loud and firm.

“I’m not joking.”

“And now,”

“I’m going to do something

more important

than any business decision.”

Vidyut stepped down from the stage.

Walking through the crowd,

he came straight to Jiya.

He was holding a champagne glass.

He placed it aside

and looked directly into Jiya’s eyes.

There was ownership in them,

possession—

but on his face,

a fake sweet smile.

“Jiya,”

he said softly.

“I’ve realized

that I don’t want to keep you

only as my P.A.

or my Housekeeping Head.”

Jiya’s breath stopped.

“I want to make you my destiny.”

“My fate.”

Jiya’s heart forgot how to beat.

She felt

maybe she was hearing all this

through her fear.

Vidyut pulled out a small velvet box

from his coat pocket—

The entire hall fell silent.

Naina—the new P.A.—had jealousy and shock clearly written on her face.

Vidyut went down on one knee.

His entire focus was on Jiya.

The scene was so dramatic

that no one could believe

this was the same Vidyut Jindal.

“Jiya Goyal,”

his voice was no longer just for Jiya,

but for the whole hall.

“You are my greatest strength,”

“my most hidden treasure—for the last three years.”

“I want the whole world to see

that you are the most important part of my life.”

Without stopping, he continued—

“You belong to me in every way—

in work,

and in my personal life.”

He opened the box.

Inside was a large, sparkling diamond,

shining brighter than the hall lights.

“Will you marry me?”

---

It felt like life drained out of Jiya’s body.

This wasn’t a proposal.

It was an open threat.

A way to bind her forever—

a golden cage

with no exit.

Jiya understood everything—

• This wasn’t love—it was ownership.

• This wasn’t respect—it was declaring her as his possession in front of everyone.

• This wasn’t protection—it was the final move to keep her away from Jaydeep and every other man.

If she said yes,

she would become his prisoner forever.

If she said no,

Vidyut would destroy her publicly—

just as he had already threatened.

The hall erupted with cheers—

“Say yes!

Say yes!”

Jaydeep’s eyes were fixed on Jiya.

He knew something was terribly wrong,

but now he couldn’t do anything.

---

Jiya gathered every last ounce of strength inside her.

Her body was trembling,

but suddenly her mind became cold and clear.

If she could wear Vidyut’s chains,

she could also learn to use those same chains against him.

If she could become his “prison,”

then that prison

could also become his greatest weakness.

She looked into Vidyut’s eyes.

There was victory shining there—

as if he was completely sure

that Jiya had no other choice.

Jiya slowly parted her lips.

Her voice reached only Vidyut—

“Do you really believe, sir…

that I am your property?”

Vidyut smiled.

“Yes, Jiya.

You’re mine.”

“Then alright…”

Jiya said softly.

Then suddenly she raised her voice,

forcing a helpless smile onto her face—

“Yes, Vidyut!”

She extended her hand.

Without wasting a second,

Vidyut slipped the ring onto her finger.

The diamond’s sharp sparkle

hid the sadness on Jiya’s face.

---

The moment the ring settled on her finger,

Vidyut stood up immediately

and pulled Jiya tightly into his arms—

this wasn’t the embrace of a loving man,

but the grip of a predator.

The hall exploded with applause and whistles.

Vidyut held Jiya firmly

and whispered into her ear—

“Smart decision, my dear Jiya.

Now you’ll always stay with me.”

Looking at his face,

Jiya replied in the same sweet-poisoned voice—

“Yes, sir.

Now… I’ll stay with you every moment.”

Amid the applause, Vidyut raised his champagne glass and announced loudly—

“Come on, guys!

A toast to my future wife!”

The party grew even louder.

People rushed forward to congratulate them,

but Vidyut kept Jiya tightly in his grip—

as if showing everyone

that she now completely belonged to him.

Jaydeep stood at a distance watching everything.

Anger and suspicion were clear on his face.

He knew—

Jiya wasn’t doing this willingly.

---

A few hours later, the party ended.

Silence returned to Jindal Estate.

Now Jiya stood outside Vidyut’s bedroom.

She was no longer just a housekeeper—

she was his fiancée.

The woman who would wash his clothes at night

and have breakfast with him in the morning.

Mrs. D’Souza came over and started explaining the night duties.

“Ma’am…

you may be engaged now,

but the house rules remain the same.

Sir has said that within the next two days,

all his belongings must be shifted

to the new ‘wife quarter.’

But tonight—

you must clean his bedroom

and set everything properly.

He wants a new atmosphere in the morning.”

Jiya felt

like her mind would explode.

This was beyond cruel—

cleaning the bedroom

of the same man

who had broken her

on the night of her engagement.

---

Just then Vidyut stepped out.

He was wearing only a bathrobe,

a cigar in his hand.

“You’re still here, Jiya?”

he mocked.

“Oh right…

you’re my fiancée now.

But your first duty

is still housekeeping.”

He shoved a dirty, expensive wine glass into Jiya’s hand.

“Here.

Take this inside and clean it.”

“And put floral bedsheets on my bed.”

“Mrs. D’Souza must’ve told you—

I like something new every night

for my future wife.”

Jiya took the glass without showing emotion.

She went inside.

The room was extremely luxurious,

but to Jiya,

it felt like a dark pit.

She silently began cleaning the glass.

That’s when her eyes fell

on a file placed near the bed—

the Phoenix Deal file.

The same file

she had worked on day and night

for two months.

Something inside her broke awake.

Her work.

Her effort.

Her life.

Jiya silently swore—

she wouldn’t endure this forever.

If she could become his prison,

she would turn that prison

into her weapon.

She remembered

the dirty mark of Vidyut’s finger on her cheek.

Then she looked at the shining ring on her finger—

chains.

Jiya touched the file.

She had built all of this.

Every strength,

every weakness

of the Phoenix Deal—

she knew it all.

And that

was going to become

her greatest power.

---

She knew everything—

everything Mr. Sharma would never know.

Suddenly, a sharp idea struck her mind.

Her counterattack.

When Vidyut made her a “housekeeper,”

he had brought her closest to himself—

inside his own house,

right up to his bedroom door.

Now Vidyut’s biggest secret

was within Jiya’s reach.

She quietly, quickly slipped a few pages of the file into her purse—

some secret notes

and contract details

that only she had ever seen

when she was his P.A.

It was a small theft—

but the stakes were huge.

This alone could turn the Phoenix deal upside down.

Jiya took a deep breath,

composed her face,

and stepped outside.

Vidyut was still smoking his cigar.

“Done, Jiya?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,”

Jiya replied.

“Everything is exactly the way you wanted.”

There was no fear in her voice now.

No helplessness.

Only a strange calm—

the calm before a storm.

Vidyut believed

he had completely broken her.

“Good,” he said.

“Now go and sleep.”

“And yes—

from tomorrow morning,

you’ll shift to the wife quarter.”

Jiya slowly turned back

and looked at him one last time.

Inside her heart, she made a promise—

You think I am your prison, Vidyut Jindal.

But very soon,

this same cage

will become your end.

---

Jiya had taken barely two steps toward the staff quarters when Vidyut’s voice stopped her.

“Jiya! Stop.”

She turned around. A cold shock ran down her spine.

Vidyut took another drag from his cigar. A dangerous gleam shone in his eyes even in the darkness.

“Tonight… tonight is very special, my dear fiancée,” he said in a slow, poisonous voice.

“For both of us. It’s the celebration of your freedom ending—and the announcement of my victory.”

He stepped closer to her.

The faint scent of his bathrobe mixed with the sharp smell of cigar filled Jiya’s breath.

“I thought you should spend the night before your wedding with me.

You should begin your new ‘assignment.’”

Jiya’s face turned pale.

She knew exactly what that “assignment” meant—

and now she was his fiancée.

She had no excuse left.

“Sir, you said you wanted me to shift to the new quarters tomorrow morning,” Jiya said, gathering courage.

“I need to pack and understand the new household work.”

Vidyut laughed—a cold, merciless laugh.

“Pack? You are my property now, Jiya. Where your things go, I decide that too.”

He lifted his hand and brushed her hair away from her face.

“And yes, you must be ‘ready’ to please your future husband.”

He deliberately emphasized that word.

“Tonight, you stay here.”

Vidyut dragged her back into the bedroom.

The door slammed shut, and silence fell over the room.

Jiya felt as if she had fallen into a cage.

The ring shining on her finger was no longer just chains—

it had become a seal.

“Now, my future wife,” Vidyut removed his bathrobe. His strong, naked body reminded Jiya of last night’s cruelty.

“Do you know why I made you wait this long?”

Jiya’s throat went dry.

“Why… sir?”

“Because I wanted you to understand what freedom is—and what captivity is.”

He walked to a small table near the bed. Champagne and two glasses were kept there. He picked up one glass and poured the drink.

“How dare you talk to Jaydeep?” Vidyut suddenly snapped, all sweetness gone from his voice.

Jiya flinched.

“Sir, he was just… congratulating me.”

“Don’t lie!” Vidyut slammed the glass onto the table. Champagne spilled.

“I saw that desire in your eyes!

The desire to run away to someone else!”

“And that is what I cannot tolerate, Jiya.”

He came close and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

His grip was so strong Jiya felt her bones might break.

“Tonight, you will prove to me that you belong only to me.”

“I have rights over every feeling of yours,

rights over every pain of yours.”

Jiya knew there was no escape now.

She had no strength left to resist—

but in her mind, a different game had begun.

The game of counterattack.

She knew resistance would only bring more humiliation.

So Jiya replaced fear in her eyes with a strange, cold surrender.

This wasn’t surrender.

It was an act—

a dangerous gamble.

Vidyut shoved her hard onto the bed.

“What did you think, Jiya? That I would only give you my name?”

Jiya lay still.

Her body was trembling,

but only one thing echoed in her mind:

The documents.

The file.

Vidyut leaned over her.

His cruel touch made Jiya feel sick.

But she closed her eyes—

and began to act.

When Vidyut’s hand touched Jiya’s body, Jiya let out a soft moan—

a fake moan, just enough to feed Vidyut’s ego.

“What is it, Jiya? Does it hurt?

Or are you learning to ‘love’ this pain now?” Vidyut mocked.

Jiya slowly opened her eyes and looked into his.

“Sir… I… I know I belong only to you now.

I’m just… preparing myself for this new duty.”

Her answer shocked Vidyut.

He hadn’t expected Jiya to surrender so quickly.

His anger slowly melted away, replaced by a strange, ego-driven excitement.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

“You’ve realized that fighting me is useless.”

He pressed a cruel, possessive kiss onto Jiya’s lips.

Jiya clenched her teeth—but she didn’t resist.

When Vidyut began pulling off her clothes in excitement, Jiya deliberately cooperated.

It was still force—but Jiya’s “cooperation” felt like an unexpected victory to Vidyut.

He pinned her beneath him and, fueled by his ego, began taking revenge for the previous night.

Every touch, every movement of his carried ownership—completely devoid of love.

“You’re mine, Jiya. Only mine.

You’ll obey every command I give.”

Jiya was broken inside, but her acting continued.

As Vidyut intensified his movements, Jiya replaced pain on her face with a forced expression of arousal—

an expression meant to convince him she was satisfying only him.

“Yes… sir,” Jiya whispered.

“Whatever you want… I’ll do it.”

Those words worked like magic.

Vidyut’s ego soared.

He felt he had not only destroyed Jiya’s career—

but completely crushed her self-respect too.

To satisfy his humiliation-driven revenge, he made Jiya change positions repeatedly.

Each time, Jiya obeyed without complaint.

She had become an obedient puppet—

but this obedience was her greatest strategy.

When Vidyut finally reached his climax and saw Jiya crying out in pain, he felt he was fully enjoying his victory.

But inside Jiya’s mind, only one thing existed—

the stolen file.

As soon as Vidyut collapsed beside her in exhaustion, Jiya gently placed her hand on his stomach—

as if affectionately patting him, but in reality making sure he fell into deep sleep.

Vidyut drifted off completely.

His mission felt accomplished—

he believed he had turned Jiya entirely into his property.

Jiya quietly got up.

Her body ached, but her eyes now held a cold, steel-like determination.

She wrapped herself in a towel and walked toward the bedside table.

There lay Vidyut’s wallet and a few confidential cards.

Jiya knew this was the most dangerous moment.

She picked up Vidyut’s phone.

It was password protected—but Jiya used her mind.

Back when she was his P.A., she had learned his patterns.

She tried Vidyut’s birthday.

Wrong.

She tried his company’s name.

Wrong.

Then she tried another date—

the day he had hired Jiya for the first time.

Unlocked.

Vidyut’s ego was so massive that he had made his biggest “victory day” his password.

Jiya pulled out the small memory card from her purse—the one on which she had secretly photographed parts of the file earlier.

At the same time, she forwarded several of Vidyut’s emails and messages to her own phone—

important business secrets and conversations with other women, material she could later use for blackmail.

This wasn’t just a one-night theft.

It was the beginning of digging out the foundation of Vidyut’s entire empire.

Once she was done, she placed the phone back and returned his wallet to its place.

Then she lay down beside Vidyut again—

in the same spot where he had just humiliated her.

She looked at the diamond ring shining on her finger.

You thought I was your prison, Vidyut, she said silently.

But you don’t know how weak this prison has made you.

That night, Jiya hadn’t just surrendered her body—

she had stolen Vidyut’s empire.

By morning, when Vidyut would wake up, he would find himself trapped in his own chains—

engaged to a woman who had now become his greatest enemy.

Jiya turned to her side and closed her eyes.

Her pain was no longer physical—

it was mental, a fire of revenge burning inside her.

Now Jiya had everything she needed:

access, evidence, and unbreakable resolve.

In the next scene, Jiya will meet Jaydeep and hand over the confidential Phoenix Deal documents—

helping Jaydeep challenge Vidyut in the market,

while Jiya begins hollowing out her husband’s empire from within.

To find out what happens next—keep reading.