His Cold-Hearted Bodyguard

"Kiss"

Avya was still sitting on Aatish’s lap. Both of them were looking toward the door, where a man was standing.

He was extremely handsome, around twenty-five. White shirt, black pants. He looked shocked, while Aatish and Avya looked completely unfazed.

Avya was still on Aatish’s lap and his hand was around her waist. They didn’t even know what being romantic meant.

The boy stepped inside, staring in disbelief.

“Aatish… what am I seeing? Are you really with a girl?”

Aatish raised a brow, expression blank.

“I’m just with a weak person, Ved.”

Ved was the son of Aatish’s distant cousin. Even though Aatish was younger, he looked like Ved’s uncle.

Ved couldn’t hide his shock.

“Wait—do you like her? Are you going to get married? Is she your girlfriend? Are you two here to spend the night?”

Hearing that barrage of questions, both Aatish and Avya looked at him with a scary intensity.

Aatish’s voice turned hard. “Call me uncle.”

Ved’s face fell. He was only two years older than Aatish—he was never going to call him uncle.

Seeing him stay silent, Aatish’s eyes flared red with anger. Everyone feared Aatish’s temper, including Ved.

Ved quickly muttered, “Uncle. Happy now? But can I know please? Who is this beautiful girl and… why is she on your lap?”

Coldly, Aatish replied, “She’s my personal guard. She’s here for my protection. So no one kills me. I’m just testing her.”

Ved was a playboy. It was obvious to him how close and intimate they looked.

Aatish glared at him. “Get out. Let me take my test.”

Ved chuckled.

“A beautiful girl sitting on your lap, and you call her your personal guard? What kind of ‘test’ needs someone on your lap?”

Then he turned to Avya with a flirtatious grin.

“Miss, are you really a personal bodyguard? I don’t believe it. You must be his girlfriend. I bet you two are in love.”

Avya looked confused. She had spent her whole life in army missions. She never had a boyfriend, never cared to learn any of this… girlfriend, lover, husband-wife—none of it made sense to her.

Her fist tightened as she glared at Ved. Her face turned so threatening that even Ved flinched.

He still couldn’t stop laughing.

“You two look terrifying. Definitely boyfriend-girlfriend. I’m going to tell big uncle today.”

Avya had never spoken much, but she wanted to know what girlfriend meant.

She wrapped her arms around Aatish’s neck and glared at Ved.

“What is a girlfriend?”

Aatish didn’t know romance or marriage stuff either. But thanks to Ved’s playboy ways, he knew the basics.

A devilish smirk tugged at his lips. He hid it, stared angrily at Ved, and Ved ran out.

Once he left, Aatish whispered with that devil-smile,

“So… you want to know what a girlfriend is?”

Avya didn’t react. So he played with her hair, still smirking.

“You are my girlfriend. It means you’re my personal bodyguard. Girlfriend and personal bodyguard… same meaning. Just two different words.”

Avya looked like she didn’t believe a word he said.

Aatish spoke mysteriously,

“And boyfriend means the one who is protected. Which is me. So I’m your boyfriend because you protect me. And since you’re my personal bodyguard, you’re my girlfriend.”

Avya didn’t react quickly. Her face stayed expressionless, eyes deepening… like she finally learned something from the outside world.

Aatish smirked in victory. He thought,

“Just wait. You’ll see what I do next.”

Later, he had a meeting which Rudraksh forced him into.

Aatish still didn’t bother doing any work. He roamed the hotel the entire time, and Avya followed like always.

Three hours later, he gave her a sideways glance—still not tired. That annoyed him even more; his fist clenched.

Suddenly, a group of men entered the hotel. They looked suspicious… eyes sharp, hiding nearby. Their intentions were clear—they were here to kill him.

Right then Aatish noticed a couple arguing. He watched them intently.

The guy suddenly pulled the girl in and kissed her.

She froze, face turning red. She pushed him away angrily.

“I’m never coming near you again! That was not okay!”

She ran off. Watching this scene, a spark lit in Aatish’s eyes.

He turned to Avya, grabbed her cheeks, and suddenly kissed her.