"What? Don't give me that look." Aryan raised a palm, his irises flickering between the other two pair of eyes.

"So finally you realised that she's not worth it? Good. It's a bit late to throw her out now though. So I'm leaving for now. Tell her to come with the rest and stay outside." RK stared at Prachi - who turned to look at him at his words with an expressionless face, before turning her head away as she stared straight ahead with the same expressions. Shaking his head at her once, he turned to leave when Aryan's voice suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, wait! That's not what I meant!" Aryan almost yelled, agitation clear in his voice.

"Then do you want me to serve as her bodyguard, Mister?" RK whirled around to face him with a hard glare. "Now I don't blame you considering that makes much more sense, but she's not worth that as well." Said he, gesturing with his head towards Prachi at her mention.

"What I mean is - " Aryan began, ignoring RK's words. "- that she cannot go there as one of your protectors. Her job will still remain the same, don't worry about that. But it's appearance will change."

"What?" RK raised a brow at him, confused.

"Listen - We just saw how the agency had been infiltrated, didn't we? And we know it's not the first time anything as such has happened. Attacks are common, but this time the attacker has reached your house. Maybe we know who did it -" Aryan raised a brow at the word 'who'. "- but we don't know how. The man was working with the organisation since a long time. And had been in this profession since an even longer time. It's hard to believe that he had been bought so easily. Moreover, we don't really know if the factor was money or something else. If he was bought, it can be anyone else as well. We don't really know whom can we really trust among the rest and who will simply turn out to be moles-"

"Then what makes you think you can 'trust' her enough to blabber all this in front of her?" RK mocked.

"I'm not done yet, RK." Aryan replied, annoyed, before turning to Prachi. "I'm telling you all this because I've no better option right now. Because you are the solution to it. Look, right now - apart from RK, his three guards, Sanjay, me, and obviously you - no one else knows that you've been appointed here. You both had mutually refused to work together in front of everyone. That means according to them, Prachi Arora has no more associations with us as a bodyguard whatsoever. Let us just leave that knowledge undisturbed for them. Now I can see from your work that you are dedicated towards it. We have already had enough of a conversation regarding it, I think. Moreover, as it is that your job is to stay with RK all the time, it of course lessens the chances of danger, but the chances are still there. With you evidently around him every time for his defence as his bodyguard, the attackers will become even more conscious and careful with their work, and meticulous with their plotting - which will make it all the more difficult for us to catch them or even survive their plans-"

"Then let's leave her outside with the rest. No suspicions." RK cocked his head, repeating his words, once again interrupting Aryan.

"Will you kindly let me finish?" Aryan raised a brow at him to which he raised his palm - signalling him to continue - with an uncaring attitude, as he went to settle himself on the couch.

"Miss Prachi-" Aryan once again turned to her. Prachi tilted her head towards him at the mention of her name. "-you'll be there of course, there is no doubt in that. But we cannot give the attackers a chance to get alert as well with a new aegis around him every time they spot him. So, we need to change the cover of the armour - we need to make you an armour in disguise." Aryan paused once, staring at Prachi warily in the expectation of any interrogations from her side. However, receiving no response, he carried on with his explanation.

"What I want to say is, you'll be with him, but not as a bodyguard in the eyes of everyone out there, but someone else. Someone who can protect him without attracting attention. Someone who can be with him without raising suspicions. Someone who can keep an eye on him as well as all the people around him everytime, without herself catching anyone's eyes. It's fine here, but outside, there's only one person who can stay with him all the time with the stated conditions - apart from me of course." Aryan paused again, turning to look at RK now.

"And that is someone who works for you. A worker in your company to be specific as business is all you go out for." Started Aryan, scrutinizing Ranbir's expressions. "Your....assistant to be more specific. And your.... personal assistant to be even more specific." Explained he finally, as he still looked at Ranbir cautiously, who stared straight ahead with a blank expression on his face.

[ Nandini di, you were right once again 😁 ]

Knowing him as much as he did, Aryan already began to prepare the most convincing speech he could in his mind in order to persuade him about it as quickly as he could. RK was going to refuse, he knew that of course. How could the great RK accept a woman, that too, Prachi on his back like that everywhere he went? He couldn't, that was obvious. But the thing here was - he needed too.

The familiar voice finally broke Aryan's chain of thoughts.

"Fine by me." The most unexpected reply left RK's lips, breaking a long moment of silence, as he stood up abruptly, moving towards the door.

"Wait, that's it?!" Aryan's words suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

"What's it?" Asked he, turning his head to the side. His peripheral vision landed on him, as he stood there facing the large gates.

"Won't you- won't you like, say something? Anything?" Aryan raised a brow, baffled by RK's strange acceptance at once which evidently contradicted the way his response was supposed to be.

"Why would I? You did something. You must have thought something before it too, haven't you? I respect your decisions." Stated he as if he was speaking something that was obvious, though the actual case here was entirely opposite.

Before Aryan could ask something else or even stare at his face for a good minute, he was already out of the door. "Two minutes, Miss Arora." His loud voice flowed from the direction he had just disappeared into.

"What the heck did just happen?" Aryan stood there, placing his hands on his waist, furrowing his brows in confusion. "Did I prepare all of the speeches and analysis reports for nothing then?"

"Will report to you soon, Sir. Any last minute instructions?" Prachi, who had merely been a mute spectator till quite a long time now, finally spoke, her gaze directed towards Aryan, who turned back to her with still the same expressions on his face.

"Umm, no. Yeah, do not forget to inform me about the situation around you every two hours. All of the guards are new there - all. We cannot trust them completely. You have to keep an eye on their activities too." Prachi gave a hard nod. "And do remember, you're a new one too. One among them. Just because your job has been modified from theirs doesn't mean I trust you completely too. I'll always be watching you through my sources. Keep your eyes on them, but don't forget that mine are on you. Anything witnessed to be sceptical from your side might cost you a lot." Aryan informed her with a stern tone and a hard glare directed towards her.

Prachi simply replied to all of it with another hard nod, before turning to leave.

"Miss Prachi." Aryan's words ceased her untaken steps.

"You might want to remove that jacket of yours before starting with this 'secret' mission. It kind of gives away your identity with that giant logo behind it. And...your uniform-" Aryan said, pointing towards her attire.

"That won't be an issue, Sir." Replied Prachi before she unzipped her jacket, taking off the black clothing as it revealed the shirt of the same shade that she had been wearing. Flipping the cloth to its other side, she again wore it - the now dark brown material. The unbuttoned jacket hung upto her waist, the logo on the first side of it successfully being hidden behind her back. "Cover is changed, Sir." Replied she after finishing her work. Aryan slightly smiled internally seeing her as she had repeated his own words to him spoken not so long ago.

"Ahem. Very well. And yeah, don't go with the rest of the guards. Stay close, but you may take another car." Aryan cleared his throat.

"No need, Sir. I have my means of transportation with me." Replied she.

"Fine then. Nothing more. I have some work right now. I will join you guys shortly. RK already knows about it. But remind him in case he asks about me. You may leave now." Aryan gestured with his palm towards the exit.

Prachi nodded once, before following his directions.

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Seated inside his automobile, RK stared at his wrist watch, counting each second as it passed with an undecipherable expression on his face.

"Move." Ordered he to the chauffeur, as the vehicle that had been waiting at the entrance to the grand villa came alive. However, as it was about to lurch forward, a shrill voice coming from beside him caught his attention.

He turned his head towards the side, only to find someone near his car window - seated on a bike with a helmet on, staring at him. The noise that had interrupted the beginning of his drive had been the honking of the same vehicle. He raised a brow at the sight before him, when the person lifted the dark visor of the helmet. As the realisation of the biker once again being Prachi dawned on him, his brow lowered itself as he eyed her from top to bottom.

"Ten seconds are still left, Sir. I didn't expect you to act so impatiently." Prachi said, pointing towards her watch.

"I didn't expect you to ditch your black jacket as well. Trying to impress me?" Interrogated he, removing his shades.

"I don't breathe to impress you, you know, Sir." Retorted she, emphasising on 'sir'.

"Then you should, Miss Arora. Cuz the control to your worthless life is in my hands now, like we've discussed before too." He replied in a similar tone.

"Ten seconds over. Move." He turned back to the driver, closing the window simultaneously.

The automobiles roared to life, as the three of them swiftly moved out of the mansion with RK's car in the middle, the car behind had the other three guards appointed the previous day, while the leading one had four guards from another organisation appointed a week ago to replace the earlier set that accompanied RK in his expeditions. Prachi slid her visor down, before following the path led by the luxurious vehicles.

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Fusion Beats - the glossy black letters were spread in bold across a high spot on the silver toned building. Having the roots of it instituted by a young boy around fourteen years ago, the building now stood there as a dream destination for many. One of the most popular as well as renowned music labels of the nation which had discovered innumerable hidden talents, prepared numerous stars that had still been shimmering brightly in the ceaseless sky of music since years, and had contributed significantly into building the great RK - that young boy who was now twenty six.

The company was by now a gateway to success in the vast world of music - a boon to the young and fresh talents out there under the patronage of RK himself. Talent, dedication and passion were the only keys that had the power to unlock its doors for anyone to try their luck to enter into RK's world. A heaven for aspiring musicians where each and every form of music was exhorted. Music was all that it was made of, and music was all that it constructed.

The edifice was located in a central area of the town that had been presented to artists from all around the country. Having become popular as 'The Place of Breathing Dreams', the entire area which covered vast stretches of land was mantled with large and famous buildings solely dedicated to the branches of arts and music, with Fusion Beats located at a place slightly secluded from the rest.

Entering through the large, automatic glass doors of the colossal building, two of the guards stopped there, turning to stand on either sides of it, joining the already present pair. Uncaring about them, RK moved forward - ignoring the numerous morning wishes and compliments served to him by the workforce - with Prachi closely behind him, while the other five armed men walked in synchronisation behind them both.

As the duo made their way to RK's cabin on the fifth floor, the group behind them gradually scattered around the place one by one or in pairs to stand at their designated places among the already present guards at the company. The elevator doors parted to reveal the remaining four people stepping into the corridor of the desired storey. The last pair of the guards left them as soon as they were out of the lift, turning to stand on either sides of it.

Moving towards his cabin that was a few steps away, RK once again paid the least attention to the innumerable gazes of people all around him, gazes on them. The workers had been staring intently at the new person behind their boss. Moreover, at their boss being spotted with a woman for the first time. A woman who seemed to be so similar to him in terms of expressions, as both of them walked towards their destination with a similar attitude that could scare people away.

The only difference was that Prachi's vision, unlike his, was wandering all around the place as she observed her surroundings earnestly. The security arrangements here seemed to be better than what had been at the mansion, which she had already guessed since it was bound to be filled with people all around. And people can never be trusted.

There was something else apart from the security system that had caught her attention too. All she could spot on the fifth floor specifically were men all around. From the entrance to the corridor to where her vision could see in every direction, this particular floor had no woman working in it. There were mostly young people, some middle-aged ones, and some even older. Experienced, inexperienced, new, old, active, overworked - all men. She narrowed her eyes at the sight before him. What an epitome of chauvinism!

RK cleared his throat audibly once, still walking towards his destination, bringing the rest of the people present there out of their respective daydreams, including Prachi. The employees who had been standing till now at his arrival now settled back on their seats, continuing with their corresponding works. Prachi turned her attention as well as her gaze back to RK, when he suddenly stopped.

"Good morning, Sir! I hope you are having a nice day." A nervous voice came from somewhere before him. Prachi shifted herself a little from behind him, only to find a young man of about twenty standing near RK with a forced smile spread across his tense features.

"And who would you be to hope that?" RK raised a brow at the man, cocking his head to the side. The man's nervousness visibly increased at the response.

"Sir, I'm-I'm Dhruv! Your secretary. I had been appointed just a few days ago by Aryan Sir. Though I was working right behind you, I never had a chance to actually introduce myself to you since you were really busy with the recent concert." Dhruv replied in a voice mirroring his expressions.

"My secretary? Do you think I need one now, Miss PA?" Interrogated RK, turning his head slightly towards Prachi.

"PA?! What? But-but you don't need one! I already work for you and this office as a whole!" A reflexive reply immediately came from Dhruv at his words.

"Well, Dhruv, right? I'll introduce you to someone now. Meet her." Spoke RK at the top of his voice, turning towards Prachi. The introduction formally meant for Dhruv was actually directed towards all the other present there too whose eyes and ears weren't really working with the same thing. "Miss Arora. Prachi Arora. She will be handling the post of my personal assistance from now." Being aware of his possible issues with women, the words that left his mouth actually shocked the others.

"But, Sir-me?! That is...that is my work. What would I do then?" Dhruv evidently panicked.

"I believed you would be fired then." RK replied coldly, before turning back towards his cabin, moving past the poor man.

A completely baffled Dhruv could just not contemplate what had just happened with him. He had just lost his 'promising' job in a matter of a few seconds and he still couldn't make sense of the reason behind it. Bewildered, he just stood there as RK walked past him, followed by Prachi who looked at him once with a cold expression on her face seeming to mirror RK's before turning her gaze back to RK as she walked behind him.

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The greatly spacious cabin strangely seemed to hold a soothing aura among all the chaos that had been going on around Prachi since the last few hours.

A large table with stacks of papers and files, and an expensive laptop arranged on it along with some other objects was placed against the front wall, while the other - seemingly extended side of the room - was occupied by neatly arranged couches placed around a comparatively small table. The walls had shelves embedded in them decorated with a set of numerous awards and elegant trophies. The entire room was wearing a blanket of white and black hues, except the front wall which had the tinge of scarlet covering more than half of its length with 'FB' printed on top of it in bold, black, artistic letters.

Walking straight away to his table, RK sat behind it on the large swivel chair, while Prachi walked up to the table, standing near the other side of it with her hands stretched behind her waist as usual.

Crossing his legs, he picked up a file from before him, opening it as his gaze swept across the pages.

"Miss Arora." Spoke he after long minute of silence, head still buried in the file in his hands.

"Are you going to stand on my head like this the whole day?" Interrogated RK with a cold tone in his voice.

"Not at all, Sir. Not the whole day. I think I am going to till the day I am there with you since being on your head is my job." Prachi replied immediately, making him look up from the file.

"I was just expecting you'd say something like this. After all, women cannot bear the term 'manner', right? I wonder where do you get so much of guts from, though. Aren't you scared of me?" RK narrowed his eyes at her, clenching his jaws at the last phrase.

"Scared of the one I'm protecting? That's a nice joke I've heard." Prachi retorted with the same tone of her voice, making RK stare at her with rage in his narrowed eyes.

"Look at how dedicated you seem towards your work! Let's not make you wait further then. Let's start with your 'job', Miss PA. What say?" Spoke he, staring at her with each word.

Before she could have a chance to speak further, Ranbir threw the file in his hands in her direction, which she caught at once.

"When is my next meeting? With whom? About what? What's the location?" He spoke at one go, resting his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers before his chin as he continued to stare at her.

Prachi took a step forward, placing her hand on the chair before her in order to pull it.

"Did my questions include 'Could you please sit, Miss Arora?'? I don't think so. And in case you're about to refuse-" Spoke he, as she opened her mouth to speak something. "-saying this is not your 'actual' job, it is certainly a part of it. Haven't you watched undercover movies? Agents? Or are you too chicken or unprofessional to actually act like one? Too scared to actually work with RK the entire time for your 'secret' mission?" Mocked he.

"I very well remember my job, Sir. Thank you so much for reminding me what I already know. I know something else too, you know. A secret is not really much of a secret if you keep yelling about it." Prachi replied with vehemence in her voice, her gaze once again holding his.

"And I know something too, Miss Arora." Replied he with a strange tone. "You are bound to do whatever I say. Even more formally now. And you haven't answered my questions yet. Do you want discounts on your salary already?" He raised a brow at her.

Prachi was about to open her mouth when he once again interrupt her unspoken words.

"Leave that. Here." Said he, taking another file from the table, once again throwing it towards her as it landed on her side of the table. "Tell me the names of people whose recordings have been selected the last week." Demanded he, his weird behaviour making her stare at him for a long time before picking up the new file from the table, his gaze never leaving her face, while she went through the thick files for a few minutes.

As she was about to read the desired pages, his voice once again stopped her. "Sort the male and female ones. Arrange them separately. And immediately." Ordered RK. Prachi looked up at his face once only to find him staring at her with the same look, before directing her attention towards the file once again.

After around twenty minutes of going through the file, arranging the order of the pages, she looked up at RK once again - whose gaze was still glued to her face - forwarding the file to him. Taking the file from her, he tossed it lightly to the side of the table, never bothering to check it, before throwing another one at her.

"How many concerts are lined up next? And when? Where? Who are the associators? Have we worked with them before?" He directed another set of questions towards her.

"Leave that." Spoke he suddenly, when she was halfway through the documents. "Open all these letters-" Said he, forwarding her a folder, a thicker one, containing thousands of letters in it, probably fan letters. "-and read them out to me." He reclined on his chair, placing his fingers across his chin.

Prachi opened the folder, picking up the topmost read envelope from the bunch of many. As she read the initial part of it containing the details of the sender, with RK's narrowed gaze fixed on her the entire time, his voice once again stopped her shortly.

"How many recordings do I have to hear today? How much time will it take? How many are pending?" Asked he, throwing a bunch of stapled sheets towards her.

"Forget it." Said he, when Prachi had turned to the last sheet after a span of fifteen minutes. "Tell me the answer of the previous questions that I had asked you - in series." RK turned to sit straight with his fingers locked together once again, kept on the table.

"Your next meeting is-" She began, staring straight ahead as she gave him the desired details, only to be cut off by him once more.

"Or wait." RK suddenly spoke with a strange emotion lurking somewhere deep in his cold eyes, while his expressions still remained the same.

"I have found just the perfect and a way more important task for you." Prachi looked up at him at his words as their gazes interlocked, the cold pair of eyes once again staring into the insolent, fierce ones.

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