Chapter 31 The End of Torture.Not?
Ira woke up feeling like a free woman.
No cramps. No mood swings. No random urge to cry because the pillow wasn’t fluffy enough.
Finally!
She stretched lazily, a victorious smile on her face.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, a strong arm pulled her back.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Ira turned to see a sleepy Aarav, his hair ruffled, eyes half-open.
She raised a brow. "To eat. Why?"
Aarav smirked. "You’re not going to attack me today?"
She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. My periods are over."
Aarav grinned. "Thank god. I survived."
Ira gasped. "EXCUSE ME? YOU survived?!"
Aarav sat up, stretching his arms. "Yes. It was a warzone, Mrs. Malhotra."
She glared. "Then maybe I should extend my mood swings for another week."
Aarav immediately shook his head. "Nope. I love you, but I’m not suicidal."
Ira huffed and got out of bed. "I’m going to eat. Don’t follow me."
Aarav smirked, watching her leave. "Who said I want to?"
Ira grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"HEY!"
She stuck her tongue out. "That’s for surviving, Mr. Malhotra!"
And with that, she ran out, laughing.
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Breakfast Table Chaos
The dining table was filled with delicious South Indian food—steaming hot dosas, soft idlis, spicy sambhar, and fresh coconut chutney.
Ira’s stomach rumbled at the sight.
Vihaan, Anika, and Kabir were already seated.
She sat down, grabbing a plate. "Mmm… this smells heavenly!"
Just as she was about to take a bite, Vihaan suddenly smirked.
He looked at Anika.
Anika looked at Kabir.
Kabir looked at Ira.
And then—it happened.
They started singing.
"Dosa, idli, sambhar, chutney chutney~"
"Dosa, idli, sambhar, chutney chutney~"
Ira immediately joined in.
"Dosa, idli, sambhar, chutney chutneys~"
Anika giggled, banging the table like a drum. "Dosa, idli, sambhar, chutney~"
Vihaan started clapping along.
Kabir waved his spoon like a mic.
"DOSA, IDLI, SAMBHAR, CHUTNEY CHUTNEY!"
The dining hall turned into a full-fledged concert.
Just then—Aarav walked in.
He froze.
His wife and his siblings were singing… about dosa?!
Aarav ran a hand down his face.
"Mere bhai, behno… yeh meri biwi thi… ya tum logo ke saath rehkar pagal ho gayi?"
Ira gasped dramatically. "AARAV MALHOTRA! Are you saying I wasn’t always like this?"
Aarav smirked. "No, baby. You were crazy from the start."
Ira grabbed a piece of dosa and threw it at him.
SPLAT!
Everyone froze.
Aarav wiped his face slowly.
The dosa landed right on Aarav’s perfectly sculpted face. A stunned silence followed.
Vihaan, Kabir, and Anika stared at Aarav in horror.
Ira?
She froze for a second.
Then, like the smart woman she was—she turned and RAN.
"IRA MALHOTRA! YOU’RE DEAD!"
Aarav threw his napkin aside and sprinted after her.
Vihaan, Kabir, and Anika?
They burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"OH MY GOD!" Anika clutched her stomach. "Bhabhi actually threw a dosa at him!"
Kabir wiped his tears. "This will go down in history."
Vihaan smirked, sipping his juice. "Aarav bhai deserves this. He bullies all of us, and now Bhabhi is giving him a taste of his own medicine."
Meanwhile, Ira was running for her life.
"Aarav! I-It was an accident!" she squealed, dodging a chair.
Aarav was smirking, his eyes filled with mischief.
"Oh really? Then I’ll accidentally throw you into the pool!"
"NOOO!"
She sprinted toward the family, but instead of saving her—they encouraged Aarav.
Kabir laughed. "Catch her, Bhai!"
Anika grinned. "She deserves a punishment!"
Vihaan clapped. "THIS IS SO FUN!"
Ira gasped. "You traitors!"
Just as she was about to run past the couch, Aarav grabbed her waist, spinning her around effortlessly.
She screamed, gripping his shoulders.
"AARAV!"
He smirked down at her, his hands firm around her waist.
"Baby, you started this."
Ira gulped. "S-So?"
Aarav’s eyes darkened. "So now… I’ll end it."
Ira felt her breath hitch.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "You’ll pay for this tonight."
Her cheeks turned scarlet.
Before she could respond, he dropped her back onto her feet, his smirk smug.
The family cheered and clapped.
Anika giggled. "What a dramatic romance!"
Kabir smirked. "Brother, your love story is better than movies."
Vihaan winked. "Ira Bhabhi is the only woman who can handle Aarav Malhotra."
Aarav rolled his eyes, picking up a napkin to wipe his dosa-covered cheek.
Ira bit her lip.
"Uhh… I’m sorry?" she said sweetly.
Aarav raised a brow.
"You’re only saying sorry because you know you’ll pay for this later."
Ira gulped.
She was so doomed.
After the crazy breakfast, everyone got ready for the day.
Ira was dressing up in the bedroom when Aarav walked in, already in his black suit, looking like a Greek god.
He leaned against the door, watching her.
"Ready?"
Ira adjusted her saree, pouting. "I don’t want to go to the office today."
Aarav smirked. "You have no choice, Mrs. Malhotra. You’re the boss’s wife."
Ira rolled her eyes.
"I should get a holiday after my suffering."
Aarav walked closer, placing his hands on her waist.
"You suffered?" he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead.
Ira gulped.
"Y-Yes?"
Aarav smirked, his fingers trailing down her spine.
"Hmm… poor baby. Should I make it up to you?"
Her breath hitched.
Before she could respond, Aarav kissed her cheek, his lips lingering just long enough to drive her insane.
Ira's cheeks turned red.
"A-Aarav!"
Aarav chuckled. "Come on, baby. Let’s go before I decide to keep you home."
Ira grabbed her bag and rushed out before he could tease her more.
Aarav?
He simply smirked, shaking his head.
His wife was too easy to fluster.
The moment Aarav and Ira walked into the office, all eyes turned to them.
It wasn’t every day they saw the ruthless CEO walk in with his wife.
Whispers filled the air.
"Mrs. Malhotra is here!"
"They look so good together."
"He’s actually smiling?! What magic does she have?"
Aarav?
He ignored everyone and simply held Ira’s hand tightly.
Ira leaned in. "Aarav, everyone’s staring."
Aarav smirked. "Let them."
Ira blushed.
They reached Aarav’s office, and he led her inside.
"Here," he said, making her sit on the couch. "You’re working with me today."
Ira raised a brow.
"Excuse me? Who said I’ll work?"
Aarav smirked, leaning down.
"Unless you want me to keep you busy in other ways?"
Ira turned crimson.
"SHUT UP!"
Aarav chuckled, sitting back in his chair.
"Then behave, baby."
Ira crossed her arms.
Her husband was impossible.
But…
She loved every second of it.
During lunch, Vihaan, Anika, and Kabir stormed into Aarav’s office.
"WE brOUGHT FOOD!" Anika announced.
Ira smiled. "Yay!"
Aarav?
He sighed.
"Do you guys have no other work?"
Vihaan smirked. "Nope. Our job is to disturb you."
Kabir grinned. "And we’re very good at it."
Ira giggled, loving how everyone made Aarav suffer.
The five of them sat on the floor, eating together, laughing and teasing.
It was messy. Loud. Beautiful.
At one point, Anika accidentally spilled curry on Aarav’s sleeve.
"OH MY GOD!"
Vihaan burst out laughing. "Aarav Bhai in a FOOD FIGHT?!"
Aarav glared at Anika.
Anika gulped.
"I-I’m sorry?"
Kabir whispered. "Run, Anika."
And just like that—
Aarav grabbed a spoonful of curry and flung it at Vihaan instead.
SPLAT!
Vihaan: "…"
"YOU’RE DEAD!"
And chaos broke out.
Lunch turned into a food war, with Vihaan, Kabir, and Anika running around, throwing food, and laughing hysterically.
Ira?
She simply sat there, watching her husband smile freely.
And for the first time—
She realized.
He wasn’t just the ruthless CEO…
He was a man who loved his family. Who was learning to love his wife.
And she was falling for him, harder than ever.
Aarav glanced at her, catching her staring.
His smirk softened.
"What?"
Ira shook her head, smiling.
"Nothing," she whispered. "Just… happy."
Aarav’s eyes darkened.
"Good."
And then—he flicked a drop of chutney on her nose.
Ira gasped. "AARAV!"
He grinned. "You look cute, baby."
And that’s how Malhotra Industries' CEO ended up in a food fight.
With his crazy family.
And his even crazier wife.
And for once—
He didn’t mind at all.
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