Siya's POV :
I was sitting in the living room, drinking chai with everyone. Gayatri dadi talking to Ishita, Moksh teasing her, Nandini aunty smiling... everything normal.
Until my eyes snapped to the staircase. The servant came down— frightened... almost pale. He walked straight to the kitchen. One minute later, he came out with a tray of coffee and hurried away. Strange.
Then again— barely a few minutes later— he returned. Same hurried steps. Same pale face. Made another coffee. Ran away.
What...? I frowned. Something was off. This time, when he came back again, looking like someone had put a gun at his back, I couldn't hold it. I excused myself from the sofa. Nandini aunty looked at me concerned, "Beta, kya hua?" (What happened?) I quickly shook my head, forcing a smile, "Nothing, aunty... bas aati hoon."
I walked to the kitchen. The servant was preparing coffee again. His hands were trembling so badly that even the spoon was rattling against the cup. I stood there for a moment, debating whether i should ask or not.
But curiosity always wins. Gathering courage, i finally spoke, "Kaka.. aap itni der se coffee hi bana rahe hai? Kya hua?" (Uncle... you've been making coffee for so long? What happened?) He looked at me like i'd asked him to jump off the roof. "R–Rani-sa... Hukum-sa... woh..." He swallowed, voice shaking, "Coffee pe coffee order kar rahe hai... sirf ek baar sip karte hai... phir bol dete hai... 'another'..." (Ordering coffee after coffee... sips it just once... then says... 'another'...)
My eyebrows shot up. "Why?" I asked myself— but apparently, i had asked out aloud because he answered,"I—I don't know, Rani-sa..." he whispered.
He left the kitchen to deliver the tray and i was left standing alone, confused. What happened to him? Was he okay? Is he that stressed about work that he suddenly needs so much coffee? But if he wants coffee then why just sip once and throw it away?
I muttered to myself, irritated, "Bade log bhi na... khane-peene ki koi value hi nahi hoti. Uff! Koi waste thodi karta hai itna sab! Pata nahi kya chalta rehta hai iss aadmi ke dimaag mein... drama king kahin ka..." (This rich peoples... there have no value in eating and drinking. Ugh! Who wastes so much! I don't know what goes on in this man's mind... Total drama king...)
( chalo ek aur naya naam rakh diya.. drama king😂 )
Still muttering, I stared at the empty counter. The servant came back once again and started preparing another coffee. I narrowed my eyes. "Pakka iss insaan ka upar ka mala khisak gaya hai..." (This man's brain has definitely slipped...) I whispered under my breath.
Poor servant was shaking so much that while pouring the coffee, he spilled some on his own hand— "Aah!" His hand jerked back and before he could panic more, i rushed forward and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the sink. "Arre arre.. Rukiye kaka! Idhar... idhar!" (Oh, hey... wait, Uncle! Here... here!) Opening the tap, i held his hand under cold water. "Burn ho gaya na? Dekhiye..! Aise kaun kaam karta hai?" (you got a burn? Look! Who works like this?) He looked terrified, eyes wide, "Woh... woh Rani-sa... Hukum-sa—"
"Hukum-sa kya?" (What Hukum-sa?) I snapped. "Aapki jaan lenge kya abb.. Iss ek coffee ke liye?" (Will he kill you now... for this one coffee?) He didn't answer. I sighed, softer this time. "Aap... aap please rest kariye thodi der." (You... you please rest for some time) He stepped back, nodding quickly.
I wiped my hands and finally asked the question that had been sitting in my head for too long, "Where is he?" He whispered in a very low voice like scared like a child.. telling about ghost, "Hukum-sa... study mein hain." (he is in the study)
I hummed and without thinking for another second, i took the tray myself. Coffee cup placed... heading straight towards him. Anger rising every second. I marched straight to his study.
Didn't knock. Because why would i? I was angry.
How could he order coffee after coffee? What was even wrong with him?
Sabko darana–dhmakana hi aata hai iss gunde ko!
(This thug only knows how to scare and threaten everyone!)
Poor servant was shaking like a leaf... he even burned himself!
I pushed the door open, walked in, slammed the tray gently on his desk, and stepped back. But he... ohh that man didn't even look at me. Not once.He looked straight at the cup and then dismissed it immediately with that cold, rude voice of his without even tasting it, "I don't want it."
I blinked. What. What the hell does that mean? "I don't want it." LIKE REALLY??
Hum sab yaha murakh hai? Bas iski ji hazuri karte rahe? Coffee banate rahe? Woh bhi itni mehnat se? Aur yeh maharaaj ek sip tak nahi lenge? Huh!
(Are we all fools here? Just taking his order? Making coffee? And that too with so much effort? And this Maharaj won't even take a sip now? Hmm!)
SADU. AKDU. GUNDA.
My anger rose faster than steam from the cup. My jaw clenched and brows furrowed and before i could think, i snapped in his exact rude, cold tone, "Toh mangai hi kyun?" (Then why did you ordered it?!)
But the silence after that... was heavy. And then— he... he looked up. Not just looked— stared. Straight at me.But i stood there, chin high, eyes angry, heart thudding painfully fast.
Scared? Yes... Hella Scared!! Of course i was scared. Everyone says no one dares talk to him like that. No one even raises their voice near him.
But what could i do? He can't just keep frightening everyone, behaving like he owns the world and then casually say, "I don't want it," without even tasting the coffee.
SADU NUMBER ONE.
He kept staring. No... not staring. Piercing. Studying. Unblinking.
There was something in his eyes I couldn't understand. Like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to.... Like i had done something impossible by talking back.
For a second— i genuinely thought he would shoot me. Right here... Right now. But i didn't move. Didn't look away.
God knows how i kept my ground, but i did. Maybe it was the anger. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was irritation mixed with a little bit of stupidity. I swallowed and looked at the cup. Then at him. Then again at the cup.
After those few seconds of a silent battle, he finally lifted the cup. Still staring at me. My stomach twisted. My whole body froze. And then he sipped and closed his eyes.
And then— they snapped open. Angry. Dark. Sharp. My breath hitched. Fear punched my chest.
What happened?
What have I done?
Did I accidentally say my inner thoughts aloud again?!
Kanha ji bachha lijiye ga...!
I quickly looked away, panicked— but my eyes landed on the broken mug on the floor. The one lying in pieces. Coffee spilled everywhere... the same one in which i had poured the coffee... my coffee. The one I had made for him.
Something inside me cracked— just a little. A sting in my chest. A familiar darkness creeping in.
Of course.
Of course he threw it.
Of course he doesn't want anything from me.
You're always too much or too little.
Who told you he'd even care?
Responsibility ho sirf, you will also be thrown away just like that cup.
My throat tightened. But before those thoughts swallowed me whole— his voice sliced through the air, cold, rough, low: "Mujhe ek aur coffee chahiye." (I want one more coffee)
My head snapped toward him.
Was he serious? Ek sip kiya. Ek. Aur ab another?
(Just one sip. Just one. And want another?)
Man toh kar raha hai.. iss baar coffee mein zeher daal doon.
Piyo... pite hi raho.
(I feel like poisoning your coffee this time. Drink... keep drinking then.)
Phir bolna — "another."
(Then say — another)
Iski toh main—
"Calm Siya... just calm down..." I muttered silently to myself. But how could I? He threw away the coffee I made. Didn't even taste it. Frightened the poor servant. If he didn't want the coffee made by my hands... okay i understand but why to frightened that servant..? And then why does all this drama..!?
I swear... I swear iss aadmi ka toh na main sach mein ek din khoon kar doongi—
(I swear... oh i swear, i will really kill this man one day—)
But outside, I kept my face calm. Unreadable. Slowly, without saying a single word, i walked toward the desk. Picked up the cup. Picked up the tray and turned and left the room. I didn't even glance him once.. didn't said a word... but inside— inside anger and hurt twisted together like a tight knot.
*
*
*
I went straight to the kitchen, not even breathing properly because my anger was practically dragging me there. The moment I reached the counter, I grabbed the kettle and started preparing his coffee.
But my mind? Oh, my mind was spiraling like a chakri on Diwali.
My thoughts jumping everywhere— anger flaring, irritation burning, hurt stinging, ego screaming. Sugar bottle in my hand, ready to add the normal one spoon, when suddenly— my eyes slid to the salt bottle beside it.
Salt. Namakkkkk. I picked it up slowly. And without hesitation—
One spoon.
Two spoon.
Three.
Four.
FIVE.
Hah!
"Chalo... ab khush? Coffee chahiye na?" (so... now happy? You wanted coffee right?) I muttered under my breath. "Abb piyo... aur bolo— another." (now keep drinking... and the say— another) Then my gaze fell on the red chilli powder container.
Oh. OHH.
A wicked spark lit up inside me. Bohot shauk hain coffee ka.. haina, Hukum-saaaaa... Abb pike dikhao. (you are very fond of coffee... isn't it, Hukum-Saaaaa... now i'll see.. How you drink this)
I opened the lid. Dropped one spoon. Then another. As I was about to add a third, my poor heart whispered: Bas kar Siya... itna kya? Tu bhi na... kya kisi ke bhi muh lagti rehti hai.. Chhod na... (Stop it Siya... why so much? You too... why to answer back to someone... leave it...)
I sighed dramatically. Fine.Two spoons chilli powder is enough to burn his soul.
I added the coffee powder, stirred it lovingly— such care, such dedication, such HOMELY COFFEE.
I let it boil for a few seconds. The aroma rising from it was... a masterpiece of destruction. I poured it into a cup and set it on the tray.
My chest puffed with pride. "Waah Siya, kya kardiya!" (Wow Siya, what you did!) I whispered to myself. "Aaj toh literally... coffee mei mirchi ka tadka. (Today it's literal... chilli tadka in coffee.) Chef international level."
( Behn.. aap yaha kya kar ri ho..!? Aap ko toh Cooking chef competition mein hona chahiye😂 )
I smirked, shaking my head. "Abb mazza aayega... Pi ke batao, Rana-sa" (Now it will be fun... drink and tell me, Rana-sa)
Oh, I was feeling like cloud nine. No— cloud TEN.
(Behn.. tu jab ussi aasman se giregi na, tab bolna ... cloud 9.. no cloud 10😂 )
I tried so hard not to smile too much, but who was I kidding? My lips were practically dancing. I held the tray, straightened my posture, wiped any trace of wicked joy from my face— ...or at least tried— and headed straight to his study.
Not slowly. Not calmly. Storming. Marching. Fuming. Dancing.
Oh my heart... beating so fast, but my smile? Oh, it was ready to burst. Because this time... THIS time... He was going to drink MY special coffee.
( Toh ye kaand kiya hai apni Siya ne..😂 )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For those who think that Siya is so childish.. like her mood changes in an instant...
so let me be clear she is like that only.. she finds happiness in small small things.. and as i said that she doesn't dwell on sadness and is really natkhat (notorious or say mischievous) so her that nature is just coming out.. nothing else
DO VOTE & COMMENT✨
Spoiler for next chapter:--
Something breath-taking gonna happen
Write a comment ...