Chapter 29 Insulted In Workplace
2 MONTHS LATER
In the Shekhawat Mansion, a beautiful young woman moves gracefully through the halls. She wears a light pista-colored suit and trouser, her dupatta draped softly over one shoulder, her wrists adorned with red bangles. Her long hair is left open, and delicate pista-colored earrings glimmer in her ears. That girl is Neeti, who looks lovely simple.
Neeti is married to Shorya, but their relationship has always felt distant and incomplete. Shorya constantly ignores her, as his heart belongs to someone else. Neeti understands this truth, and though it hurts her deeply, she never shows it. She simply carries on with quiet grace.
At that moment, she tidies up her room, and soon after, she comes downstairs. Approaching Mr. Shekhawat, she hands him his medicine and says softly, “Dad, please take your medicine it’s time.”
Mr. Shekhawat looks at her with warmth and replies, “Since you’ve come, I don’t feel my absence as much. You take care of everything.”
Neeti simply gives a gentle smile in return. Then she says quietly, “Sister-in-law has become so silent she doesn’t even come here anymore.”
Mr. Shekhawat sighs deeply and says, “I’ve tried to talk to her so many times but she’s still trapped in Samar’s memories. May God give her strength.”
As Neeti turns to leave, Mr. Shekhawat asks, “What time did Shorya come home last night?”
Neeti hesitates a little and answers softly, “At 2 o’clock.”
Mr. Shekhawat frowns slightly and says, “You’re his wife take care of him. If he comes home that late, lock the door. Let him stand outside all night. Maybe then he’ll come to his senses.”
Neeti remains silent, saying nothing. She simply walks to the kitchen and begins preparing lunch, just like every day quietly hiding her pain and carrying out her responsibilities without complaint.
In the kitchen, Neeti quietly prepares lunch, just like she does every day, carefully, with love and attention. Once everything is ready, she serves lunch on a plate for Mr. Shekhawat and walks over to him.
In a soft, caring voice, she says, “Dad since you’ve been in pain lately, I was thinking should I bring lunch to the office today?”
Mr. Shekhawat looks at her with warmth in his eyes and gives a gentle smile, “Yes, dear, of course. I would really like that. Please go.”
Neeti smiles politely, nods, quickly packs the lunchbox, and then gets into the car with the driver. A short while later, the car stops in front of Shekhawat Enterprises. Neeti steps out of the car, carefully holding the lunchbox. She adjusts her dupatta and walks inside quietly, just like always fulfilling her duties without complaint, hiding her pain deep within her heart.
As soon as Neeti enters Shekhawat Enterprises, she straightens her dupatta, carefully holds the lunchbox in her hands, and walks toward the reception desk. The office atmosphere is professional and cold, but Neeti’s face remains calm and gentle.
She reaches the receptionist and politely asks, “I need to go to Mr. Shorya’s cabin could you tell me where it is?”
The receptionist looks at Neeti from head to toe, her eyes filled with bitterness and jealousy. With a cold, disdainful tone, she says, “Girls like you always hanging around rich men, trying to seduce them. What did you think? You could just walk in straight like that?”
Neeti freezes for a moment. Her face turns pale, the lunchbox in her hands trembles slightly. Before she can say anything, the receptionist continues with sharp, mocking words, “Every day a new face like yours shows up all the same. Using Shorya sir’s name to sneak inside. As if someone like him would even look at someone like you!”
Neeti’s heart fills with pain, but she doesn’t let her tears reach her eyes. Her self-respect is hurt, but she doesn’t let her patience break. She stays silent, though her eyes reflect hurt and humiliation.
Still, Neeti tries to explain, her voice soft but steady, “You’re misunderstanding me, I’m his wife. I need to go inside. Please, just show me the way to his cabin.”
The receptionist narrows her eyes and laughs mockingly, “Wife? You? Girls like you come here with a new story every day… now you’re pretending to be his wife? Liar! Get out before I call security!”
Neeti’s face loses all color, pain wells up in her eyes, but even then she remains composed and says, “I’m not lying… I just want to give him lunch. Please try to understand.”
But the receptionist is determined to humiliate her and snaps again, “Because of girls like you, good families get defamed. Just leave, and stop this drama!”
At that moment, Rohit, who is just coming out of the office with some documents, sees the scene. His eyes land on Neeti, and he is shocked to see her being insulted like that.
He quickly approaches, his steps firm, and asks Neeti, “Neeti, what’s going on? Why are you here?”
Tears brim in Neeti’s eyes, but holding them back, she explains everything how she came to give lunch to Shorya and how the receptionist insulted her character.
Rohit’s anger explodes. Without thinking, he walks up to the receptionist and slaps her hard across the face, “How dare you insult her? She’s Shorya’s wife! Who do you think you are?”
The receptionist stands there stunned, her face red with shock, while people around turn to watch.
Meanwhile, Shorya watches everything live on the CCTV from his cabin the insult, the slap, the confrontation. Filled with rage, he rushes downstairs.
He storms over to the receptionist and says coldly, “You’re fired! Get out right now!”
Without another word, he grabs Neeti’s hand and takes her with him to his cabin. Neeti is too shocked to react everything happens so fast.
But as soon as she steps inside the cabin, her heart breaks again, because sitting there, in front of Shorya, is Sunaina.
Neeti looks at Sunaina, then at Shorya, and feels her heart shatter into pieces. Shorya looks at Neeti, his eyes filled with anger, and barks, “Why did you come here? What was the need to show up without telling me?”
Neeti lowers her head in shame and humiliation. The lunchbox now feels like a burden in her hands, and once again her heart sinks into the same pain and sorrow from which she has never truly escaped.
Neeti’s voice trembles slightly as she replies, “I only came to bring you lunch.”
Sunaina gives a soft chuckle, then intentionally steps closer to Shorya, almost brushing against him, as she says sweetly, “Shorya, here’s the file you asked for. I was just highlighting some important points for you.”
Her presence is uncomfortably close to Shorya, and while her words sound normal, her body language and tone drip with provocation, meant to pierce Neeti’s heart.
Neeti sees everything the closeness, the subtle smiles and her throat dries up. The lunchbox feels heavy in her hands, but she cannot find words to speak.
Shorya takes the file from Sunaina without flinching. But Neeti isn’t watching the file she is watching the growing distance between herself and the man she once called her own.
He looks at Neeti again and says coldly, “You’ve brought the lunch, right? Now go I’m busy.”
Neeti’s voice breaks slightly, “I only…”
Sunaina steps in with a voice that is sweet, but poisonous, “Neeti, Shorya sir is very busy. You shouldn’t hover around him all the time. He’s got work to do. Besides… what’s the point in visiting when he hardly even talks to you anymore?”
Neeti’s face flushes with humiliation and pain, but she answers firmly, “Listen!”
Sunaina moves even closer to Shorya, intentionally placing her hand over his and pointing at something in the file, “Shorya, please check this point I thought it would be best if you personally handled it.”
Neeti’s heart shatters inside her chest. She wishes she could erase this moment from her life, but her eyes cannot look away. She holds back her tears, though her face turns pale. Shorya says nothing. His face remains expressionless but he doesn’t stop Sunaina either.