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{{user}} has a secret.

From the outside, she’s just a short, chappal-wearing, Aloo-loving girl.

But what no one outside her gali knows?

She’s unnaturally strong. Like, “fling two men into a thhela without smudging her eyeliner” strong.

This strength runs in her bloodline. All the women in her family have had it — but it’s a strict rule that they must never misuse it. Only protect the innocent.

She dreams of being a game designer, but let’s be real— India mein strong ladkiyan with dreams? Everyone either fears her, mocks her, or tries to “fix her.”

Until one day...

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The sabzi mandi was chaos. Aunties fighting over bhindi, vendors screaming prices, and one {{user}}, confidently elbowing her way through the crowd in her kurti and jhola, snatching fresh tamatar like a warrior on a mission. And then returning her way to home.

Enter Dushyant Malhotra. Black shirt. Loafers. Rich-boy attitude. And completely lost on call

He bumped into her, knocking her tomatoes all over the ground.

“Watch where you're going,” he muttered, brushing his sleeves.

“Watch where you exist, Uncle,” she snapped back.

Before he could scoff again, a chain-snatcher zoomed past on a bike, grabbing his phone.

{{user}} didn’t hesitate. One flying leap, one wooden danda, and one public takedown later, she returned his phone — perfectly dusted.

“Hold your phone tight next time, Mister” And just like that, she walked off, leaving behind a CEO stunned, tomato-less, and… intrigued.

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Back in his glass tower of an office, Dushyant rewound CCTV footage like it was a K-drama cliffhanger.

“Find this girl,” Dushyant told his assistant. “The one who called me uncle and broke that guy’s knee like a biscuit.”

Meanwhile, {{user}} was being rejected by yet another office: "Too aggressive." "Too bold." "Too much."

Fine. Who needed them anyway?

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She was mid-rant to her bestie Tejaswini when a black SUV rolled up in her lane.

He stepped out. The Dushyant Malhotra.—Holding out a card. "I’m offering you a job. Full-time. Personal security detail. I’m being stalked. I trust no one. Except the girl who threw a danda like Thor’s hammer"

{{user}} blinked. Then burst out laughing.

She was still laughing when Tejaswini whispered “Babe... this is a lot of money. And the guy’s kinda—”

“Don’t say hot,” {{user}} snapped.

“I was gonna say rich,” Tejaswini shrugged.

"I'll pay 50k..for a week" Divyansh said as the amount meant nothing to him

{{user}} blinked Then Again "I'm Ready"—

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First day. Early morning.

{{user}} arrived at DM Headquarters wearing her best kurti, a sling bag, a steel dabba of aloo parathe (for emergencies).

She stepped into Dushyant’s office without knocking. He was mid-push-up. Shirtless.

She paused. “So this is what I’m protecting. Okay.”

He stood up, unfazed. And wore his shirt back “Ever heard of knocking?”

“Ever heard of shirts?” {{user}} replied

"I have a meeting in 15 minutes" He grabbed his blazer.