Page 94 of The Redemption
“You’ve been repeating the same thing for weeks now, Siya. It’s getting boring. You cannot fight this anymore. The marriage is happening, and whether you like it or not, I’ll be seeing you off with my brother-in-law.Forever.”
Just then, a sudden knock interrupts us. Michael steps inside and leans close to Samarjeet, whispering something in his ear. Samarjeet’s expression shifts slightly. Then he nods.
“Send her in,” he says slowly.
A few seconds later, a young woman enters the room. She appears to be around my age. Tall, lean, and attractive. Not the polished socialite kind of beauty.But the dangerous kind.
She’s wearing a black tank top and combat trousers, paired with a short open jacket and heavy boots. Her long hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, and the way she carries herself instantly tells me she knows how to fight.Trained.Professional. Her eyes scan the room once before settling on me calmly.Almost knowingly.
“Siya, meet Trisha,” Samarjeet smirks, eyeing the woman lecherously before introducing us. “Parag has assigned her as your new personal bodyguard.”
The woman gives me a small nod while I stare back at her coldly. So Parag really did send someone to watch over me, to make sure I don’t run away before the wedding. Or after. Or maybe for the rest of my life.
I already hate guards. And I especially hate guards sent by Parag Reddy.
“Wow,” I mutter dryly. “He thinks he can keep an eye on me throughthiswoman here? What a fool!”
Mom gives me a warning look, silently asking me not to create another scene. Too late for that. I barely spare the woman another glance before turning back to Samarjeet.
“You know what? Fine. Let the wedding happen. But Mom comes with me afterwards.”
“No.”
My jaw tightens.
“That wasn’t a request.”
“And this isn’t your house to make demands anymore.”
I glare at him with pure hatred as he continues.
“Are you so naïve enough to think I’d let my biggest leverage walk away with you, Siya? Seriously?”
Mom freezes. So do I. But Samarjeet only grins.
“If, after the wedding, you decide to create problems, run away, or jeopardise the alliance, I need something to ensure your cooperation.” His gaze flicks briefly towards Mom. “And that something isher.”
Rage explodes inside me.
“You’re disgusting—”
I move towards him to slap his face, but Samarjeet is quicker. He about to reach for my ponytail, ready to twist it, but before he can touch me, another arm stops him.
Trisha.
She stands between me and Samarjeet like a wall, glaring at him. “You cannot touch her,” she says, keeping her tone professional.
Samarjeet shoves her hand away and takes a threatening step forward.
“And who the hell are you to tell me that?” he barks.
“Her personal bodyguard,” Trisha replies without flinching. There’s no trace of fear on her face. “It’s my responsibility to keep her safe. If Boss finds out that someone, even if it’s her brother, tried to physically hurt her three days before thewedding, he may take stricter measures againstyou. I’d advise you not to try that again.”
I’m shocked to see Trisha actually protecting me from Samarjeet, taking her role so seriously, even against my brother. Most people wouldn’t dare oppose him. But I don’t need her help. She’s still one of them… sent by the man I don’t want to marry.
So I step forward and look at Trisha. “You don’t have to get into this. I can handle my own battles.”
She calmly clasps her hands behind her back again, slipping effortlessly into that rigid military stance. “Orders are orders, Ma’am. And I don’t disobey mine. No matter who’s standing in front of me.”
