Chapter - 63
Hello, beautiful people! ??
In the last chapter, I didn't set target, but honestly... it made me a little sad to see fewer comments. Still, it's okay—I know you're all here in your own way. ??
Today is a special day—it's my best friend Shraddha's birthday! ????
I had planned a new update for her today, but couldn't write much because of time... so please manage with a short chapter this time. Next one, I promise, will be long and full of emotions!
Now coming to my birthday girl—Shraddha ??
You came into my life at a time when I truly believed I was unlucky in friendships. When I didn't know who was right or wrong, and I felt lost... you showed up.
And slowly, without even realizing it, you became my favorite person. Not just mine, by the way—my whole family's favorite too! ??
I pray that you get every bit of happiness and blessing the world has to offer. And more than that, I hope we get to celebrate every birthday together... even when we're old, with white hair, sipping tea, and gossiping about our grandkids. ??
Also, just so you know—you have to tell your grandchildren one day that you were lucky... because I came into your life! Hehehe ??
Thodi si tareef apni bhi toh banti hai na?
Happy Birthday, Shraddha. You're not just my best friend. You're my blessing. ??
? Everyone, please drop your sweetest birthday wishes for her in the comments—I'll show her all your love! ????
My jaw tightened.
I leaned forward, voice firm.
"What kind of deal?"
He looked away for a second, almost ashamed.
"They want a proper place to live... and money every month. So they can live like they used to."
Typical.
I leaned back in my chair, calm on the outside but burning inside.
"Fine. Give them a house," I said coldly.
He looked at me, shocked. I could see a hundred questions in his eyes.
But I didn't explain.
I won't ever explain.
Let him think whatever he wants. He doesn't need to know why I agreed so easily.
They'll get a house, yes—
But a house that'll haunt them. Every wall, every corner... a reminder.
I kept my tone low and direct,
"I want the truth. And I want it fast."
He nodded immediately.
"Okay, Rana sa."
And then he left.
As soon as the door closed, I picked up my phone and dialed Dr. Mehra.
The moment he answered, I said,
"Send the therapist tomorrow to the palace."
He gave me a list of a few things to prepare. I said,
"It will be done."
And I ended the call.
I don't want Siya to carry this pain anymore.
I don't want her to cry alone in the night or fake her smile during the day.
I want her to heal—not just on the outside, but inside too.
And I'll be right there beside her through all of it.
There's so much I want to tell her.
But I can't—not yet.
She's not ready to carry another storm.
Just then, my phone rang again.
Mr. Rajvansh.
I picked it up.
He spoke with his usual calm voice,
"I'm coming to India. I want to meet Siya. And there's something I need to discuss with you."
My tone went cold.
"You can meet her. But don't say anything about the truth. Not even a word. She can't take it right now."
He was silent for a second... then said,
"Alright. I won't. I promise."
I cut the call without another word.
And then...
I got up from the chair, straightened my shirt, and left the study.
Because I needed to check what my little overthinker was up to.
I was walking toward our room when I heard voices coming from the living room. I paused.
It was Siya... and Mr. Rajput.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but her voice pulled me in like always. So I turned and walked toward the sound—quietly.
And then I heard it.
"Bhai, I want to eat Maggi. Please make it for me. Pretty please?"
Maggi?
That's what she's begging for? Unhealthy nonsense?
"Baccha, I told you, you can't eat Maggi. It's not healthy," Mr. Rajput said, trying to reason with her.
But Siya—being Siya—tried again.
"I'll eat only a little," she said, showing her hands like a child begging for candy. "Only one spoon, Bhai. Make it for me, na..."
And then she added the part that really got to me.
"If Aarav finds out, he won't let me eat even one spoon. He even told the staff not to let me in the kitchen. No one is making it for me."
That was enough.
I stepped into the room and said coldly,
"What's going on here?"
Siya jumped slightly and looked at me with those big, innocent eyes.
"Nothing," she said, a little too quickly.
I walked closer, crossing my arms.
"I heard something about Maggi."
She gave a nervous laugh and said,
"Oh, that... Bhai wanted to make it for Bhabhi. Yes, only for Bhabhi. Isn't it, Bhai?"
I looked at Mr. Rajput.
He glanced at her, then at me. He looked like he wanted to disappear.
He nodded slowly.
"Yes... for Tara."
I didn't say anything for a second. Just stared at them both.
Then I said coldly,
"Feel free to use the kitchen, Mr. Rajput. But only for your wife."
Siya opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't let her.
I held her hand and said, "Let's go."
And without another word, I took her with me—straight to our room.
She's impossible sometimes.
As soon as we reached our room, I closed the door behind us—firmly.
And without giving her a chance to move, I pinned her gently against the door. My hands on either side of her. Her eyes widened.
"Next time when you're talking secretly," I said, voice low and firm, "at least whisper."
She blinked, her big innocent eyes looking up at me like she got caught stealing candy.
"You... you heard everything?" she asked softly.
I leaned in just a little closer and said,
"Every word."
She opened her mouth to speak—but nothing came out. She just looked down, caught red-handed.
I lifted her chin with two fingers, made her look at me.
"Didn't I tell you?" I said quietly but sternly. "For a few days, just follow what the doctor asked. After that, you can eat anything you want. I'll personally make it for you."
"But..." she started.
I sighed. She was trying to melt me again.
"Okay," I said, softening just a little. "I'll make pulao for you. But promise me you won't eat anything the doctor said to avoid."
She paused for a second. Thinking.
"Promise," she said finally, with that small voice she uses when she knows she's won.
I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good girl."
Then I looked her in the eyes and said,
"You rest now. I'll go make it for you."
And with that, I walked out of the room. Straight to the kitchen.
Because for her, I'm not just a king.
I'm the man who'll do anything to see her smile—even if it means turning into her personal chef.
I woke up early today. The room felt quiet... empty. But for once, being alone didn't make me sad.
What did make me sad was the thought that Bhai and Bhabhi would be leaving after breakfast. They had to go back, and I knew I would miss them terribly. I held onto the pillow beside me for a second and sighed.
I got ready in a soft pink Anarkali with white embroidery—Aarav had said once that I look like a rose in pink. I smiled a little remembering that and draped my matching dupatta. Then I went straight to their room.
I knocked softly.
Bhabhi opened the door and gave me a warm smile.
"Come in, Siya. We were just coming to you only," she said sweetly.
I stepped inside and saw Bhai sitting on the bed, folding a few things into a bag. I couldn't hold it anymore. I walked straight to him and wrapped my arms around him tightly.
"Bhai..." I whispered, and he hugged me back instantly.
"We'll come again in a few days, Siya. It's not for long," he said softly, patting my back.
But I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"I'll miss you both," I said, wiping my face quickly.
Bhabhi came and joined the hug, wrapping both of us in her arms. I felt safe with them... like everything would be okay.
Then Bhai took out an envelope and handed it to me.
I looked at it and immediately stepped back.
"No Bhai, I don't want this," I said, shaking my head.
"We didn't bring any gifts this time, Baccha. But next time, we'll come with whatever you want. Just write a list," he said, smiling.
I looked at him, then Bhabhi, and finally took the envelope with a soft smile.
"Okay," I sniffled. "I'll send you a long list then. Very long."
And we all laughed together.
We all had breakfast together, laughing, talking... but my heart was already feeling heavy.
After meeting everyone and hugging me one last time, Bhai and Bhabhi left. They smiled and said,
"We'll come early this time, okay?"
I just hugged them tightly. I didn't say anything... not even goodbye. Because if I spoke, I knew I would cry right there.
The moment they stepped out of the palace, I ran to my room. I threw myself on the bed and hid my face in the pillow.
And then... I cried.
I tried not to... really, I did. But the tears just kept falling. I kept remembering how this time, I wasn't scared of Taiji's scolding or her hitting me after they left. This time, they left... and I was still safe. I was still loved.
But still... I felt empty.
I heard the door open and close softly, but I didn't move. I knew it was Aarav.
A moment later, I felt him lie down beside me and pull me gently into his arms. He kissed my forehead and whispered,
"Siya baby, you can go to meet them anytime... and you can invite them here whenever you want, right?"
I nodded slowly, whispering, "Hmm..."
He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb and said,
"So please stop crying. I can't see you like this."
He paused for a second, then said,
"If you want... I can offer Bhai and Bhabhi a job in our company. This way they can be close to you."
I looked up at him and shook my head softly.
"They won't accept it, Avi. They don't want any kind of favor..."
He nodded with understanding in his eyes.
"Okay then, they can go through the process like everyone else. Earn it their way."
I looked at him for a second, feeling my chest a little lighter. But then I said softly,
"After what Tauji and Taiji did... they hate Jaipur, Avi. They came here only for me. If I wasn't in Jaipur, Bhai would never step foot in this city again."
My voice cracked a little.
"He didn't say much, but... I can feel it. For him... being here is hard."
Aarav wrapped his arms tightly around me and pulled me closer.
"Don't worry, Angel. If things aren't okay right now... I'll make them okay. I promise."
And just then, his phone rang. He checked the screen, picked up the call, spoke briefly, and then ended it.
He looked at me and smiled a little.
"Let's go, Siya. Someone's here to meet you."