Neev's Pov-

As I looked at my petite form glistening in silk, the sudden latching sound of the door had my attention and within a second I saw the same 6'1 man with dark eyes inside this room, I yelp in surprise and shame turning back and looking at him.

He does not seem bothered by either my dress or the reaction I give, instead this jerk closes the door and locks it. What the fuck ?

I put my palm at my chest and with the other I tug the dress down as if it could do away the embarassment I felt.

But what was more shameful was that I.....was.....maybe....not......that......shy.....and.......embarassed......infront.....of......him......even......when......I......should......be......

He is standing straight with his hands in his pockets, completely unfazed by this show, but this realisation lasted not long when finally during my tugging down session I noticed him clenching his jaws, his breath turning harsh with every passing second and before my eyes could squint, he turned his face back in the same position.

I sigh in relief and begin relaxing my hands from their exhaustive hiding mechanics, I guess he really is a gentleman.

Before I could smile, he turns back to me again, I gasp and instantly hold my dress and start tugging it down and step back until my hips touch the dressing table.

What is bothering me more is not me in this dress infront of him, but how unhinged he is looking, his eyes so sharp and black all of a sudden and his face restless.

What startles me more is when he takes a slow step ahead and begins walking towards me, my eyes bulge and I stammer in nervousness,"Can't you knock, mannerless kahike", but these words sound so feeble right now.

I look at his hands and it feels like he is fisting his palms inside his pockets, maybe I am overthinking, is he agitated at me wearing her clothes because he is in love with her and suddenly he has turned into Kabir Singh?

Enough, I gulp in loud and begin running fast to the bathroom and twist the latch to open it and smile, but I feel a big warm palm against my stomach, I instantly shiver at how terrific the contact felt, keeping in mind I am averse to man touch, owing to my traumatic history.

I look back at him but he turns me around and pulls me in and I stand at my toes with the pressure he applied in turning me.

"You cannot touch me Mr.Ivaan, pl-please let go me", I whisper while trying to pry off his arms around my waist in that steel tight grip.

I do not know but instead of the rage that I should feel, my cheeks feel warm and something happens down in my stomach, maybe a cramp ?

He is continously looking at me in the face, and I look around as if looking at him costs me a fortune.

Gathering all the courage I have in me, I look at him deciding to yell but the look stops me, his stoic face changes to a smirk when I look at him, and to my surprise....... HE. WINKS.

Bastard.

My lip wobbles and I realise he has no right to hold me, and something in me brings back my emotions and I grit my teeth,"I am sure you have taken my words of rejecting to be a mistress not serious, huh".

The expressions change instantly, the mischief replaced by rage, now it is my turn to smirk, and then when his nostrils flare, I WINK.

TIT FOR TAT.

But my happiness was short lived when this bastard hurls me in air, now my feet do not touch the ground and with a single arm he is holding me in air, his palm straight above an inch my hip and the other one in his pocket.

He bends down a little and now I am next to him, felt like only the whirl of air passed between us and he smiled while saying very slow and in a drop dead husky voice which he apparently does not possess,"Aren't you too desperate to be in my bed".

My mouth opens in vexation and I roar while instantly holding his collar of the t-shirt he is wearing(and looking so damn hot),"Keep dreaming bastard, you'd offer anything in this world and still never have an inch of me".

He grins in mockery and whispers bringing his mouth closer to mine while looking me in the eye,"For someone so proud, you make claims you cannot hold onto Crazy."

Before I could grill his ego, he moves fast and my back touches the cold wall and he tightens his hold stronger,"I would not bat an eye at a woman who does not want me to, but looking at how you are trembling in my arms and not even trying to get it off, maybe I should take it as a yes, hmmmm?.

I salivate my lips and look away, shame fills in my nerves when I realise I have not tried really to ask him to leave me, am I being shameless.

Suddenly my heart feels heavy and my eyes well up unknowingly, before I could close my eyes, I feel a finger down my eyes.

When I look at him, his eyes are soft and maybe........guilty ?

He clicks his tongue while looking at my tearful eyes and cleans them with his finger and says slowly in a gentle whisper,"I am sorry."

I nod instantly but my spirits down suddenly, and then he brings the same palm he used to clean my eyes with, on my back and pats it slowly,"I went overboard with my words, it was wrong. I won't ever. But do not take words like mistress again, hmmmm ? I am a man enough to commit myself to a single woman. Also, my body is very precious, I would not go around making mistresses. But, I am sorry Crazy."

Though I am someone to carry grudges, the idea of him being sorry sincerely and confessing about his idea of intimacy, I feel strangely happy.

I whisper while looking away and uttering,"Then you should not go around pinning random girls to the wall and invading their space."

"I hope I do not, but I end up being with you the way I am usually not", he says and then drops me back to my feet.

Before I could touch this dress, he says,"It is normal to wear clothes, no one is coming around to judge you, everyone in the club wears comfortable clothes, stop hurting the dress with your modesty."

He moves back and sits by the edge of the bed with his palms at the beck resting on the bed, now I am standing as if stranded on some desert.

This jerk just said he hopes he would not but is still looking at me as I am some ancient romance statue.

I just go and sit by his side, a little away and pull the quilt to my legs, and ask him loudly,"Why are you here?"

When I look at him, his eyes are roaming around my face, what is wrong with him ?

Ivaan !", I yell and he looks away and clears his throat for no damn reason and finally looks at me.

"So listen to me now. I know after you freshen up, you would be in a hurry to prove it to the world that you do not need anyone, so I am giving you an offer."

I roll my eyes and raise my brows,"Bolo, kya ?".

"Nothing big, you will be staying here and helping the girls in their practice and stuff, and in return you would be living here."

Ayein ?

"But who are you to decide that ?".

He sits straight and makes a duhhh face,"I said I am giving you an offer, did't I ?"

I scoff"You just asserted 'Nothing big, you will be staying here and helping the girls' ", I mimic him.

Opposite to my expectations, he chuckles and shakes his head,"Pagli !".

I stand up leaving down the quilt and glare,"What did you say huhhh?".

His expressions turn serious instantly and he gestures me with his eyes to sit back, I glare at him but his face hardens and he speaks,"Sit down,now."

Avoiding how hot he sounded, I sit down in full attitude and put my palms in the front like a good girl.

When I look at him, his eyes are amused, now I feel like he is amused by everything I do.

"Okay, for the first time you make sense, it is better I stay here and do work until I can sort my things out. Fair enough, can you ask someone to show me my space till the time I stay here."

"You will stay where you are seated right now".

"Ofcourse not ! Anya ma'am is the player from your club right, I have guessed till now you own some sports club, am I right ?"

He sighs and stands up, his hands going in his pockets instantly,"Yes Crazy you are right. Also, call her by her name or just say didi , di, whatsover. No one is your master here. Lastly, you would share the room with her, the helpers quarters are full and I am in no budget to change anything inside the building."

"I can manage anywhere, maybe sofa or something,how can a maid stay with a player from the club."

His stance tightens and he groans,"Who is the maid here huh ? I said you would help them , I did not ask you to be the maid to anyone. Understand?"

(Read the note after the chapter regarding why I made him not call herself a maid)

I nod, looking down and I whisper,"She is kind and polite but I do not think she would like the idea of staying with someone like me."

I see him grip my arm and I look at him craning my head up since my 5'3 can hardly compete with his 6'1,"This is my club, I pay for her, I pay for this room, this is my property. I decide who stays where, and I say you would stay here, understand."

I nod meekly and say,"Can I just go the bathroom, I want to pee, I cannot hold it in anymore, then I need to learn about kpop from Anya didi."

He chuckles and whispers to himself while I leave for the bathroom,"kpop?".

Author's Pov-

Neev took her time, she made use of full 35 minutes to decipher opening the tap to bathe, poor girl !

After getting ready in the jeans and top, she looked in the mirror, she was not exactly elated but there was a sense of relief when she thought of the nightmare she had escaped.

"I am going to sue you for ruining the lives of these girls, getting them involved in fights and beating each other."

"Didn't you push her down just now in front of everyone? You manhandle your own daughter and curse her to the world," Neev said calmly.

Ivaan reached her in three strides and said quietly trying to sound soft, "Go inside and take rest. Stop speaking to this moron, I will deal with him."

She agreed while rolling her eyes and began walking when Ahuja said, "Who is this girl? Why is she speaking her ideology in my matter?"

"She is a guest who you have got nothing to do with. Now leave before get you thrown out", Ivaan spoke calmly, moving back to the main area where they were.

Neev went to her room and smiled after hearing Ivaan refer to her as a guest.

Ivaan and Rishi calmed Anya and told her what to speak and what not to say in court considering what case her vile father could come up with.

Meanwhile, Ivaan stood up and knocked on the door of Neev's room while everyone stayed in the hall , but Anya looked back noticing him going in her room.

"Yes?" Hearing this, he went inside.

Neev was by the window, looking out.

"Come here," he asked in a hard voice when she asked irritated, "What?"

"Why do you have to speak in everyone's matter? Didn't you realize he is a crazy man?"

"Didn't you say I am crazy too?"

His lips twitched, dying to furl in a smile yet he tried sounding stern,"Stop doing this if you wish to survive here. After an hour, I will come to pick you up to go to the station. Your statement is needed. Okay?"

Neev was looking the other way, making a long face and nodding yes.

Ivaan was about to say something but then stopped, sighing in irritation and walked out.

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