turned me into your chauffeur

As Rajeev and Gowthami settled into the plush seats of their private jet, Rajeev couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The hum of the plane’s engines and the luxurious surroundings faded into the background as he thought about the enigma that was Gowthami. He had found her near the Dharmagiri forest, battered and unconscious, her memories a blank slate.

At first, she had been a mystery, but as she healed, his father, Rudra, had revealed pieces of her past. She was his student, a brilliant mind with a promising future. Rudra had even told Rajeev her original name—Sakhi. But that was all he knew. The rest of her past was a void, one that seemed even more intriguing now after the encounter with Shalini, the air hostess who had recognized her as a former boss.

Rajeev replayed the moment in his mind. Shalini’s genuine delight and shock when she had seen Gowthami—or Sakhi, as she had called her—had been undeniable. “We worked together at your previous compa