His Angel

Chapter - 26

After dinner, I went straight to my study. I had already told my PA to make all the arrangements for our journey to Delhi tomorrow, but there was one more thing I needed to handle.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number. Within two rings, the call was answered.

"I want tight security around my wife," I ordered in a firm voice. "Tell them to stay at a distance. She shouldn't know that someone is keeping an eye on her."

"Yes, Sir," came the immediate response.

I cut the call without another word. I don't take risks—especially not when it comes to her.

I had scheduled a business meeting in Delhi, but that wasn't the real reason for this trip. I could have held that meeting online or postponed it. The truth was, I had seen how much Siya missed her Bhai and Bhabhi. She never said it out loud, but I could see it in her eyes.

I could have easily invited them to Rathore Palace, but I know their type—they wouldn't stay here. If they were in Jaipur, Siya would definitely want to visit them at the Rajput house. And that, I will never allow.I remembered how she had looked during her last visit there.

If I told her no, it would hurt her, and I didn't want to see that pain on her face. This was the only way for her to meet them without being hurt.

I didn't fully trust her Bhai and Bhabhi, but I could tell they wouldn't harm her. Whenever she was around them, a smile lit up her face. But if they ever did anything to hurt her, I wouldn't hesitate to handle it my way.

With that thought, I stood up and walked toward our room.

After dinner, I quietly went to our room while Mr. Rathore headed to his study. I opened the closet and picked out some comfortable clothes to change into. Once I had changed, I sat on the bed, brushing my fingers over the soft fabric of my nightwear, lost in my thoughts.

A little while later, Mr. Rathore came in. Without saying a word, he went straight to the closet. After changing, he joined me, sitting on his side of the bed.

"Siya," he said, his voice calm but firm.

I looked at him and softly said, "Hmm?"

"Come here," he said.

I hesitated for a moment but then shifted closer to him, my heart beating just a little faster.

He looked at me and said, "Mr. Rajput and Mrs. Rajput are back in India. I'm going to Delhi tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

His words took me by surprise, and I blinked at him in disbelief. "Can I really go with you?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper.

He nodded, and a huge smile spread across my face. "Yes, yes! I'll go with you!" I said, unable to hide my excitement. I'd been missing Bhai and Bhabhi so much, and the thought of seeing them filled me with joy.

But then a thought struck me, and I asked, "We haven't told the family... and we didn't inform Bhai and Bhabhi either."

"Don't worry," he said with a small smile. "I'll inform the family. As for your Bhai and Bhabhi, let's keep it a surprise."

I couldn't stop smiling. The idea of surprising them made me even happier. "When will we leave?" I asked eagerly.

"After breakfast," he replied.

I nodded, unable to contain my excitement. I was finally going to meet my Bhai and Bhabhi. The thought of seeing them after so long made my heart feel warm.

Still smiling, I settled into bed, feeling a kind of happiness I hadn't felt in a while. As I rested my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me protectively, and I felt a sense of peace.

In that moment, all my worries faded away. Tomorrow was going to be special, and I fell asleep dreaming of seeing the two people I loved so much.

I woke up early today, the excitement bubbling inside me. Two things were making me excited: first, I was going to meet my Bhai and Bhabhi soon, and second, I was going somewhere with Mr. Rathore for the first time. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and the thought kept making me smile.

I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up and took a quick shower. After I was done, I dressed in a light pink embroidered suit with pretty lacework and a matching dupatta. It made me feel happy and a little special, like today was going to be different.

When I was ready, I went straight to the kitchen where Maa and Chachi were. I greeted them with a smile, and they both returned it warmly. I quickly made coffee for him and chai for myself, then took the tray to his study room. I was still feeling a little nervous, but excitement kept me going.

While sipping my chai, I asked him, "Did you inform the family?" My voice was a bit uncertain, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know everything was okay.

He smiled at me first before replying, "I'll inform them at the dining table."

I felt a little anxious. "What if they don't let me go?" I asked, my thoughts drifting to the time when Bhai wanted to take me, and Tauji and Taiji didn't let me go with him.

I regretted saying that as soon as the words left my mouth, but he didn't seem bothered. Instead, he looked at me with a steady gaze and said, "No one can stop you. Don't think too much. Give rest to your little brain."

I blinked in surprise. "What do you mean, little brain?" I asked.

He gently touched my head and said, "This is your little brain, which you always waste on thinking useless things."

I was taken aback. "So, you mean I always think useless things?" I asked, feeling a little hurt.

He nodded, and it made my chest tighten. "Okay then, don't talk to me," I said, trying to hide the hurt I felt, standing up.

But before I could walk away, he grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Leave me, I—" I started to say, but he placed his finger gently on my lips.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft, but there was something in it that made me pause.

I just stared at him. No one had ever said sorry to me before, and I realized that maybe it wasn't even about the apology. It was that I felt comfortable enough to show him my anger, something I had never done with anyone else. Maybe I knew he wouldn't get upset with me.

Before he could say anything more, I placed my hand on his lips, shaking my head. "You don't have to say sorry," I whispered. "It's just... I don't know why, but I'm getting angry."

He looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

I looked at him and nodded, feeling a little lighter. "I'm okay."

"Good," he said, smiling back. ""Let's go then. We need to leave after breakfast."

He stood up, and we left the study room together.

After breakfast, we were ready to leave. Mr. Rathore told the family we were going, and they didn't say much. They just told us to take care of ourselves. That made me feel happy.

When we reached the airport, I remembered what Anaya had told me about Mr. Rathore having a private plane. My heart raced with excitement as we approached the plane.

The car stopped, and Mr. Rathore opened his door and stepped out. Then, he opened my side door and offered me his hand. I happily took his hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach as I stepped outside.

He held my hand as we walked to the plane, and when I stepped inside, I was amazed by how beautiful the inside of the plane looked. "This looks absolutely stunning!" I thought to myself. The plush seats, the elegant dining setup, and the classy vibe made it feel like a dream.

Mr. Rathore showed me to the window seat and sat beside me. He even helped me with my seatbelt, which made me feel special. I looked around, feeling a bubble of happiness inside.

A lady came to us and asked if we needed anything. Mr. Rathore asked if I wanted something to drink or eat, but I shook my head and said no. He also said we didn't want anything, and the lady left.

I gazed out of the window, my heart full of joy. "How much time will it take us to reach?" I asked, turning to him.

"Almost one hour," he replied, focusing on his laptop.

As I watched him work, I started to feel a little bored. I thought, What's the point of coming together when Mr. Rathore only sees work and nothing else? I should have brought my book with me.

I looked around the plane, trying to find something interesting, and then I found myself resting my head on his shoulder. I didn't even realize when I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I noticed he was still working, but I looked outside and saw that we had already landed! "When did we reach?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"About an hour ago," he replied, shutting his laptop.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, feeling a bit guilty for sleeping.

He chuckled softly and said, "Because you looked cute while sleeping, and I didn't want to disturb you."

I felt my cheeks turn warm, and I shyly looked away.

"Let's go," he said, and I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness.

We stepped out of the plane, and a car was already waiting for us. My heart raced with excitement again. I couldn't wait to see my Bhai and Bhabhi!

In the car, Mr. Rathore pressed a button to shut the partition, making it feel more private.

"I'll drop you at Mr. Rajput's house," he said, glancing at me. "I have some work to do."

I felt a bit sad and asked, "Will you not come inside?"

He shook his head. "I'm getting late. After I finish, I will join you."

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Maybe he's getting late because I fell asleep, I thought. I shouldn't have slept so long.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, he suddenly reached over, holding me gently. He placed my head on his chest and said softly, "I'm not late because of you. Don't think too much."

I didn't say anything in response, but inside, I felt happy that he always knew what troubled me. It was comforting to know he understood me.

When we arrived at my Bhai's house, he smiled and said, "Take care."

I nodded and slowly stepped out of the car. As I walked toward the house, I looked back and saw him watching me. Then he waved goodbye and drove away.

I rang the bell of the house, my heart racing with excitement. After a few moments, Bhabhi opened the door, and I couldn't help but smile. "Surprise!" I exclaimed.

"Siya, you?" Bhabhi said in disbelief, and then she pulled me into a warm hug.

"Did you come alone? How?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I came with Mr. Rathore," I replied. "He dropped me off and left because he had some work."

Bhabhi welcomed me inside the house, and we settled in the living room. She brought me a glass of water and then called Bhai to let him know I was there.

As we talked, I shared stories about my family and even about Mr. Rathore. "He takes good care of me," I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest.

Bhabhi smiled and asked, "Do you like him?"

I felt a rush of emotions at her question. "I... I don't know. But I feel safe and comfortable around him. When he's with me, I feel happy."

Bhabhi beamed at me. "I'm so happy for you, Siya. Your Bhai and I were so tense when we found out you married him, but now I feel like it's destiny."

Just then, someone rang the bell, and Bhabhi went to open the door. It was Bhai! I rushed to greet him, and he smiled broadly when he saw me.

Bhabhi said she would prepare lunch, so she went to the kitchen, leaving Bhai and me to catch up. We talked about everything, and I felt so grateful to be with them. When lunch was ready, Bhabhi called us to the table.

As we ate, I mentioned that I would need to head back in the evening. Bhai looked at me with a hopeful expression. "Siya, why don't you stay for a few days with us?"

I really wanted to stay with them, but I also couldn't imagine being away from Mr. Rathore for too long. I hesitated. "Bhai, I have college, and I have to..."

"It's okay," he interrupted gently, "but at least stay for one day."

I nodded, feeling a mix of happiness and anxiety. "Okay, I will stay for one day." But then I thought, What will I say to Mr. Rathore? Would he be okay with me staying here? Would he want to come with me? The questions swirled in my mind, making me feel a little overwhelmed.

In the evening, Bhai, Bhabhi, and I were sipping tea together when the doorbell rang. Bhai got up to open the door, and I felt my heart race when I saw Mr. Rathore standing there.

"Welcome, Mr. Rathore," Bhai said with a smile. Mr. Rathore just nodded in response. I couldn't help but wonder why he always did that. Why couldn't he just speak properly?

Bhabhi went to the kitchen to prepare coffee for him, and I remembered that she had asked me about his likes.I made an excuse to slip into the kitchen too because I knew he liked my coffee, but I felt shy about admitting it.

Bhabhi looked at me and said, "Siya, do you want something?"

I hesitated and then blurted out, "Coffee."

"Coffee?" Bhabhi teased, and I quickly corrected myself, "No, no, I just... coffee..."

Bhabhi laughed, and I felt my cheeks heat up. "So, you want to make coffee for your husband? Nice, nice! Go for it!"

I nodded shyly, feeling a rush of warmth. I quickly prepared the coffee and took it outside to where Mr. Rathore was sitting. When our eyes met, I felt a flutter in my stomach and looked away, trying to act casual.

From the kitchen, Bhabhi called out, "Dev!" and Bhai quickly went to join her.

Mr. Rathore turned to me and asked, "Are you happy after meeting them?"

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face.

"Thank you for the coffee," he said, and I felt a rush of joy at his words.

I took a breath, feeling a little nervous. "I need something from you," I said, trying to sound confident.

He looked at me expectantly. "Aap bs hukum kijiye."

("You just give orders.")

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to stay with Bhai and Bhabhi for one day."

He replied, "You don't have to take permission for this."

"That's not what I want," I said, taking a deep breath. "I want you to stay with us here."

"Okay. Anything else, My queen?" he said immediately, and my heart soared. Hearing him call me "My queen" made butterflies dance in my stomach.

I smiled, feeling shy but happy. "Thank you..."

Then I remembered he told me I didn't have to say thank you, so I quickly added, "No, no! I will make cookies for you!"

Mr. Rathore playfully pulled my cheek, saying, "Why are you so cute?"

I touched my cheek where he had just pulled it and asked, "Why do you always do this?"

"Because I like your cheeks," he replied, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Only cheeks, not me?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how silly I sounded. My cheeks turned even redder, and I looked away, feeling both embarrassed and flustered. Why do I always end up saying thewrong things?