Mihael stood in the spacious study of Minister Khanna, his heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness. The minister had just laid out the condition for helping Mihael's village—a job that would test not just his physical abilities but also his patience and resolve.
"You'll be my daughter's bodyguard," Minister Khanna explained, his voice measured yet firm. "You'll shadow her every move, report back to me on everything she does, and ensure her safety."
Mihael's mind raced as he processed the weight of the responsibility. Being Riya's bodyguard meant entering her world—a world he knew nothing about, except for the glimpses he had seen of her dismissive attitude.
"What if she doesn't want me as her bodyguard?" Mihael asked cautiously, already anticipating Riya's reaction.
Minister Khanna's expression softened slightly. "She doesn't have a choice, Mihael. It's for her safety, and I trust you to do this job diligently."
With a nod of determination, Mihael accepted the challenge. "I'll do my best, sir."
Minister Khanna handed Mihael a set of keys and a sleek pistol in a holster, along with instructions for where he would stay in the mansion. "Here's everything you'll need. Get settled in, and begin your duties tomorrow morning."
The next day, Mihael stood outside Riya's room, dressed in a crisp black suit and sunglasses, his posture erect and alert. He had never felt more out of place in his life, but he was determined to prove himself. As he waited, he couldn't help but notice the curious glances from the mansion staff—some impressed, others skeptical of his new role.
Arjun's wife, Meera, approached him with a warm smile. "Mihael, you look quite dashing in that suit. It suits you."
Mihael blushed slightly at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Meera ji."
Arjun, who had overheard the exchange, shot his wife a sharp look before turning to Mihael with a scowl. "Mind your words, Meera. He's just a servant here, not a model."
Mihael's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he maintained his composure. Arjun's jealousy was palpable, a testament to the unexpected attention Mihael's new role was garnering.
Meanwhile, Riya emerged from her room, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity as she took in Mihael's bodyguard attire. "What's this all about, Dad?"
Minister Khanna stepped forward, his voice authoritative. "Mihael is your new bodyguard, Riya. He'll be with you wherever you go, ensuring your safety."
Riya rolled her eyes, her disdain evident. "Seriously, Dad? I don't need a bodyguard."
Minister Khanna's tone brooked no argument. "It's not up for discussion, Riya. Mihael is here for your safety, and that's final."
With a frustrated sigh, Riya turned on her heel and stormed out of the mansion, with Mihael following closely behind. They walked in tense silence to Riya's sleek car, where she slid into the driver's seat with practiced ease.
Mihael settled into the passenger seat, his senses on high alert as they drove through the bustling city streets. Riya's silence was palpable, punctuated only by the occasional sharp turn and honking horn.
"Where are we going?" Mihael finally asked, breaking the silence.
Riya shot him a glare, her voice tinged with irritation. "None of your business. Just do your job and stay out of my way."
Mihael nodded solemnly, keeping his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. He knew earning Riya's trust would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to prove himself.
Hours passed as they navigated through the chaotic traffic, eventually arriving at Riya's college campus—a sprawling institution buzzing with students and activity. Riya stepped out of the car without a word, her posture tense and guarded.
Mihael followed her discreetly, his eyes scanning the crowd for any potential threats. Riya's plan was clear—to evade him and make his job difficult. As she disappeared into the throng of students, Mihael knew he had to stay vigilant.
Throughout the day, Mihael shadowed Riya, keeping a safe distance while ensuring he never lost sight of her. His presence seemed to irk her more with each passing hour, evident in the sharp glares she shot his way whenever their eyes met.
During a break between classes, Riya met with her friend Rahul in a secluded corner of the campus. Mihael observed them from a distance, his curiosity piqued by their hushed conversation and furtive glances.
"So, what's the plan?" Rahul asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Riya smirked, her eyes narrowing with determination. "We need to get Mihael out of my hair. Permanently."
Mihael's heart sank as he realized the depth of Riya's animosity towards him. He knew he had to tread carefully if he wanted to survive his new job—and protect his village's future.
Unaware of the impending danger, Mihael continued to watch over Riya like a silent guardian, his mind racing with strategies to win her trust and navigate the treacherous waters of her world. Little did he know, Riya's plan was already in motion—a scheme that would test not just his skills as a bodyguard, but his resilience and determination to succeed against all odds.