Chapter 30 The Wrath of Periods & The Helpless Billionaire
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The Malhotra mansion was peaceful that morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows, birds chirped, and everything seemed normal.
But inside Aarav Malhotra’s bedroom?
Absolute chaos.
Ira Sharma—usually soft-spoken, shy, and composed—was now pacing around the room, flaring her nostrils like a furious bull.
And Aarav?
He just stood there, watching her, completely clueless yet oddly entertained.
"I am fine!" Ira snapped, crossing her arms as she glared at him.
Aarav raised an eyebrow. "You just cried five minutes ago because you thought your favorite hair tie was missing."
"That’s different!" she argued.
"How?"
She opened her mouth, then shut it. Then opened it again. And then—threw a pillow at him.
Aarav dodged it easily, his lips twitching. Oh, this is going to be fun.
But before he could smirk, Ira burst into tears.
"You’re so mean to me!" she wailed. "You don’t even care!"
Aarav stiffened. Oh, shit.
He rushed forward, grabbing her shoulders. "What? Baby, I—"
"No!" She shoved him away dramatically. "Go away! You probably wish I wasn’t even here!"
Aarav blinked.
Just two days ago, she had refused to even hold his hand in public. And now? She was crying for him to never leave.
His poor, billionaire brain couldn’t process it.
And then—Vihaan walked in.
The younger Malhotra brother took one look at the scene—Ira crying, Aarav standing there helplessly—and smirked.
"Oh damn, Bhai," Vihaan whistled. "Looks like Bhabhi’s hormones are throwing hands today."
Aarav turned murderous eyes at him. "Vihaan. Get. Out."
Vihaan snickered. "Why? Scared your wife will make you sleep on the couch?"
Aarav clenched his jaw.
But before he could commit actual murder, Ira let out a dramatic sob and collapsed onto the bed.
"I HATE YOU ALL!"
Vihaan cackled.
Aarav groaned, rubbing his face. This is worse than business deals.
But when he looked down at her—his heart melted.
She was curled into a ball, clutching her stomach, sniffling quietly.
Damn it.
Sighing, he walked to the bed, sitting beside her. "Ira, baby… do you want me to get you something?"
"No!" she sniffled.
"Painkillers?"
"I don’t need them!"
"Heating pad?"
"No!"
"Chocolate?"
She hesitated.
Aarav immediately got up. "Chocolate it is."
Vihaan chuckled. "Bhai, I never thought I’d see the day you’d be running around for a girl’s cravings."
Aarav didn’t even look at him as he flipped him off.
Vihaan gasped. "Such rudeness! And here I thought you were a changed man, thanks to love."
"Get lost before I make you."
"Fine, fine. Enjoy being your wife’s personal nurse." Vihaan snickered, walking away.
Aarav sighed, shaking his head before turning back to Ira.
She was now staring at him with wide eyes.
"You’re really going to get chocolate for me?"
Aarav sighed. "Baby, I’d get the whole factory if it means you’ll stop crying."
She blinked.
Then—launched herself at him.
Aarav barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him like her life depended on it.
He froze.
Then slowly—he relaxed, his arms circling around her small frame.
His voice softened. "Better?"
She nodded against his chest.
His hand moved to her hair, stroking it gently. "Next time, just tell me you’re in pain. You don’t have to scream at me, you know?"
Ira sniffled. "It’s not my fault! My body is trying to kill me!"
Aarav chuckled. "I know, baby. And I’ll fight it for you."
She pulled back slightly, looking up at him.
Then—smacked his chest. "You can’t fight my uterus, dumbass."
Aarav bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
She glared at him. "Are you laughing at me?"
"Nope."
"You are!"
And then—she burst into tears again.
Aarav groaned. "Baby, please!"
But deep inside?
He’d never admit it.
But he loved this.
Loved her.
Even if she was acting completely insane.
The Malhotra Industries’ CEO, the most feared businessman in the country, and the man who could make ruthless decisions without blinking—Aarav Malhotra—was currently being bullied by his tiny, hormonal wife.
And he had no way to escape.
Ira sniffled against his chest, her hands clutching onto his expensive shirt like it was her lifeline.
Aarav sighed, rubbing her back gently. "Baby, are you hungry?"
She nodded, then immediately shook her head. "No, I mean, yes, but I don’t know what I want!"
Aarav groaned internally. Here we go.
"Okay, I’ll get you something sweet."
"No! I want spicy!"
"Alright, spicy—"
"Wait! No! I think I want sweet."
Aarav stared at her. "Baby, do you want me to get both?"
She looked at him with watery puppy eyes. "You would do that for me?"
Aarav nearly laughed. "I’d do anything for you."
Ira blinked.
Then—she smacked his chest.
"You’re lying! You didn’t even get me chocolate yet!"
Aarav was on the verge of losing his mind.
"Ira," he said, "I was literally going to get it just now—"
"NO, YOU WEREN’T! You were standing here, looking at me like I’m crazy!"
Aarav took a deep breath.
She’s not in her right mind. He reminded himself. She’s in pain. Be patient.
"Fine," he muttered, "I’ll get you both chocolate and spicy food. Happy?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I’ll be happy when I eat it."
"Okay. I’ll be right back."
But just as he turned—she grabbed his arm.
Aarav looked down at her. "What now?"
She pouted. "Where are you going?"
Aarav almost groaned. "To get your food, baby."
Ira looked at him like he just told her he was leaving the country. "But—but what if I miss you?"
Aarav stared at her.
Then, he started laughing.
Ira gasped, slapping his chest. "You’re laughing at me again!"
"Baby, you’re literally throwing mood swings at me like bullets! What do you want me to do?"
"I WANT YOU TO SUFFER!" she yelled dramatically, then grabbed the pillow and threw it at him again.
Aarav caught it with one hand, shaking his head.
"Fine. I’ll stay."
Ira looked at him suspiciously. "You will?"
"Yes." He sighed, sitting beside her again. "Forget the food. I’ll order it online. But first—" He cupped her face, wiping the tears away.
His voice softened. "Tell me where it hurts, baby."
Ira sniffled. "Everywhere."
Aarav sighed. "I meant, like—your stomach?"
She nodded weakly, pressing a hand to her lower belly.
Aarav immediately got up and grabbed the heating pad from the nightstand. He plugged it in and gently placed it on her stomach.
Ira blinked. "You… you knew about this?"
Aarav smirked. "Anika taught me."
She gasped. "Wait—you did this for your sister?"
Aarav froze.
Oh, shit.
He knew what was coming.
"AARAV MALHOTRA! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU WERE THIS SWEET TO YOUR SISTER BUT NOT ME?!"
Aarav wanted to bang his head on the wall.
"Baby, she’s my SISTER—"
"I DON’T CARE! You should have done this for me from the START!"
Aarav sighed, rubbing his face. "Ira—"
"DON’T 'IRA' ME! I want compensation!"
Aarav raised a brow. "Compensation?"
She smirked.
Uh-oh.
"Yes. I want unlimited cuddles for the next three days!"
Aarav almost smiled. "That’s all?"
She pouted. "And food."
"Done."
"And kisses."
Aarav chuckled. "Baby, you don’t even let me kiss you when you’re normal."
She gasped dramatically. "ARE YOU CALLING ME ABNORMAL?!"
Aarav groaned. "No, baby. You’re perfectly normal."
She narrowed her eyes. "Liar."
Aarav rolled his eyes and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "There. Happy?"
Ira sniffled, hugging him tightly. "I hate you."
Aarav smirked, wrapping his arms around her. "Love you too, baby."
Ira pulled back, glaring. "I SAID I HATE YOU!"
Aarav just chuckled, tightening his grip on her. "Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and let me cuddle you."
Ira huffed but didn’t resist as he pulled her onto his lap.
For a while, she just rested against his chest, her fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt.
And then—she whispered softly.
"Aarav?"
"Hmm?"
She hesitated. "Thank you."
Aarav smiled.
"Always, baby."