Chapter 14 - A Shift in the Air
Next morning
The house was filled with the sounds of breakfast—plates clinking, conversations flowing, the aroma of freshly cooked parathas lingering in the air.
But Aarav Malhotra wasn’t there.
While everyone was gathered at the dining table, he was upstairs in his study, buried in work, preparing for an upcoming big project.
Ira noticed it.
Without a second thought, she walked into the kitchen, prepared his coffee—no sugar, strong, just a little bit of milk—and carried it upstairs.
The door to his study was slightly open. She peeked inside, finding him completely focused on his laptop, his brows furrowed, fingers moving across the keyboard with precision.
She stepped in quietly, placing the coffee beside him on the desk.
“I thought you might need this,” she said softly.
Aarav didn’t respond immediately. His fingers stilled for a second, his eyes flickering toward the cup. He didn’t pick it up right away, but Ira caught it—the pause.
The way his fingers curled slightly, as if stopping himself from reacting.
The way his eyes darkened before he quickly looked away.
Most people wouldn’t notice.
But Ira did.
He’s not emotionless. He’s just… been holding everything in for too long.
Later that evening, the family was gathered in the living room, engaged in casual conversation. Ira was listening quietly when she heard it.
"Bhabhi, can you make tea today? Yours tastes better than Anyone!"
Vihaan had said it so casually. So effortlessly. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Ira froze.
Bhabhi?
Before she could respond, Sunita placed a soft hand on hers. “Beta, don’t listen to him. He just wants an excuse to drink more tea.”
Sunita’s touch was warm. Gentle. The kind of warmth Ira had never expected to find in a family that wasn’t hers.
A few minutes later, Nandini adjusted Ira’s saree pallu without a second thought. “You should wear bangles, Ira. They’ll suit you,” she said, slipping a few glass bangles onto Ira’s wrist.
Ira stared at them. She had never been given bangles before.
She was becoming part of something bigger.
And from the corner of the room, Aarav was watching.
His expression gave nothing away, but deep inside, he felt it—a quiet, unfamiliar tug in his chest.
Possessiveness? Pride? Attachment?
He wouldn’t acknowledge it.
Not yet.
A Night of Unspoken Understanding
Later that night, Ira stood near the bed, her arms folded.
Aarav was struggling to sleep on the couch. She had seen it every night since their marriage—his stiff posture, the tension in his muscles, the way his body never fully relaxed.
She sighed. He’s too stubborn for his own good.
“…Just sleep here,” she said softly. “The bed is big enough.”
Aarav looked at her, his gaze unreadable.
For a moment, she thought he would refuse. But then, without a word, he stood and laid down beside her.
A few inches apart. But together.
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Somewhere in the middle of the night, the distance disappeared.
Aarav shifted, his body moving on instinct. His arm wrapped around her waist, his face resting against her chest. A breath left him, deep and even, as if—for the first time in years—he was sleeping peacefully.
Ira stiffened for a moment. The warmth of his body, the weight of his arm—it was new. Unfamiliar.
But then, something inside her softened.
He looks so different like this.
Not the ruthless businessman. Not the man who keeps everyone at a distance.
Just a man… exhausted from carrying too much for too long.
She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
Maybe he isn’t heartless. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to let someone in.
Her fingers moved before she could stop herself, gently running through his hair. It was soft. He didn’t stir, didn’t push her away. Instead, his grip around her waist tightened slightly, as if—even in sleep—he didn’t want to let go.
A small, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at her lips.
You don’t have to carry everything alone, Aarav.
And for the first time since this marriage, Ira didn’t feel so alone in it.
The Morning
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room.
Aarav blinked awake, his body unusually warm and… comfortable?
It took him exactly three seconds to realize why.
He was wrapped around Ira.
His arm was still draped over her waist, his face dangerously close to her chest.
For a split second, panic shot through him.
But then—he saw her.
Ira was still asleep, her face turned slightly toward him, her hair falling over her cheek.
Peaceful.
Aarav swallowed.
When was the last time I woke up feeling… at peace?
The realization hit him hard. He never had.
Aarav blinked awake, momentarily disoriented. His body felt unusually warm, and for the first time in what felt like years, he had slept peacefully.
But then, as reality set in, he realized why.
Ira was still asleep beside him.
His arm was draped over her waist, her soft breaths fanning against his chest. The faint scent of jasmine from her hair lingered around him, wrapping him in a strange sense of comfort he wasn’t used to.
Aarav swallowed, carefully pulling away, ensuring he didn’t wake her.
What the hell was happening to him?
Without another glance, he got out of bed, grabbed his workout clothes, and stepped out of the room to the home gym.
Aarav’s Monologue – The Gym & Unwanted Thoughts
The rhythmic pounding of his fists against the punching bag echoed through the gym. With each punch, he tried to clear his mind, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop.
Last night.
The way Ira had felt in his arms.
The way she had unconsciously curled into him, as if… she belonged there.
Aarav let out a sharp breath and moved to the weights, gripping them tightly as he began lifting.
Why was this bothering him?
This was a contract marriage. A deal. Nothing more.
Then why did he wake up feeling something he couldn’t name?
He exhaled sharply and increased his pace, forcing himself to focus on his upcoming project. Not on her.
Not on her soft voice.
Not on her quiet presence.
Not on the way she looked so peaceful in his arms.
Damn it.
By the time he was done with his workout, he was more frustrated than before.
Shaking his head, he wiped the sweat off his face and headed to the room to get ready.
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Ira’s Morning –
The first thing Ira noticed when she woke up was the emptiness.
The warmth that had been there last night was gone, replaced by cold sheets.
She blinked, sitting up slowly. Had she imagined it?
Had she really slept in his arms, or had it been some half-dream she conjured in the middle of the night?
Her fingers brushed over the spot where he had been, and a strange feeling settled in her chest.
Why do I care?
Shaking the thought away, she got up and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a soft cotton saree.
If she was going to be part of this house—even for six months—she should at least look the part.
Draping the saree around herself, she adjusted the pleats and pinned them neatly.
Then, without wasting more time, she stepped out and made her way to the kitchen.
The kitchen was already bustling when Ira entered. Sunita was kneading dough, while Nandini was chopping vegetables.
“Good morning, beta,” Sunita greeted with a warm smile.
Ira hesitated for a second before stepping forward. “Good morning, maa, Can I help with something?”
Sunita and Nandini exchanged a glance, then Nandini handed her a bowl. “You can make the parathas if you want.”
A small smile tugged at Ira’s lips as she took the rolling pin and started working.
The conversation flowed easily, and for the first time since her marriage, Ira felt like she belonged.
She wasn’t just a guest here.
She wasn’t just the girl who had married into the Malhotra family under unusual circumstances.
She was Ira Malhotra.
And these people—whether she admitted it or not—were starting to feel like… family.
Just as she was setting the last paratha aside, she glanced at the clock.
It was almost time for Aarav to come back to the room and get ready.
Without thinking, she quickly prepared his coffee—strong, no sugar, just a little bit of milk.
Carrying the cup carefully, she made her way upstairs.
By the time Ira reached the room, Aarav was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. His hair was still damp from the shower, a few strands falling over his forehead.
She cleared her throat softly, drawing his attention.
He turned, his eyes landing on the steaming cup in her hands.
His coffee.
Just like last night, she had made it exactly the way he liked it.
Ira stepped closer, offering it to him without a word.
Aarav didn’t take it right away. He simply… stared.
At the coffee.
At her.
At the way she stood there in a soft blue saree, looking so effortlessly like she belonged in this room, in this house, in his life.
That thought? It was dangerous.
Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the cup.
A jolt of warmth spread through his fingertips, but he ignored it.
Instead, he took a sip, his gaze never leaving hers.
For the first time since their marriage, the silence between them wasn’t awkward.
It wasn’t forced.
It just… was.
And somehow, that was more terrifying than anything else.