RIVANs periods
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Eyes wild.
Hair a mess.
Chest heaving.
Devyani was gripping him with both hands, face full warrior mode.
Rivan choked.
She misunderstood completely.
She squeezed harder with good intentions.
Rivan died inside.
"KITTE— AHHH— it's not a creature! You're putting our children in danger!"
Devyani froze.
Slowly... her eyes widened.
He wanted to bang his head on the wall.
Devyani gasped.
Mouth open.
Eyes big.
Then she whispered, genuinely horrified:
Rivan stared at her like the universe betrayed him.
She leaned closer, extremely worried:
Rivan grabbed her wrist gently, panicking:
She blinked.
She nodded as if she understood.
Then five seconds later:
Rivan looked at ceiling.
He prayed.
She gasped.
He almost screamed.
She nodded, very serious.
Rivan:
She whispered sadly:
Rivan closed his eyes.
Rivan's breaths were uneven, nearly shaking.
His voice came out broken:
Devyani shook her head, gripping harder out of fear rather than desire:
Rivan almost cried.
She looked at him, deeply worried.
Rivan's jaw clenched.
Devyani gasped.
Rivan wanted to die.
She blinked.
And very slowly...
Very carefully...
She opened her fingers...
Like she was releasing a baby bird.
Her hand floated away.
She stared at it suspiciously.
Rivan held his breath.
Nothing moved.
Of course nothing moved.
Devyani whispered:
Rivan put a hand on his heart, whispering like survivor of a war:
She glanced at him again.
Devyani folded her arms, staring at Rivan with pure accusation in her eyes.
Rivan blinked.
"Haa???"
She pointed at him. Accusingly.
Rivan froze.
Completely.
She cut him off dramatically.
She waved her hand in frustration.
Rivan stared at her like he had just been hit by a truck.
"But wait."
She suddenly gasped, as if discovering a bigger crime.
Rivan's mouth opened.
No sound came out.
She shook her head, deeply disappointed.
Rivan's eyes widened further. If that was even possible.
She placed her hand on her chest, offended on behalf of society.
Dead silence.
Rivan just sat there.
Blinking.
Watching his wife accuse him of crimes he never knew existed.
Finally, in a very small, broken voice, he said—
"...kitten."
"Yes?" she replied sweetly.
She frowned.
Rivan closed his eyes.
This was it.
This was how legends died. ??
Devyani put her hands on her waist, clearly offended on behalf of logic, science, and womanhood.
Rivan stopped breathing.
"I mean—" she continued thoughtfully, nodding to herself,
"that makes no sense at all."
He stared at her.
Then she tilted her head, eyes suddenly sharp with concern.
Silence.
Utter. Dead. Silence.
Rivan blinked once.
Twice.
"My... my periods?" he repeated slowly, like his brain was buffering.
She nodded sympathetically.
She sighed like a wise elder.
His eye twitched.
That was it.
"Stop," Rivan said faintly.
"Please... stop."
She immediately fell silent.
Obedient. Calm.
Too calm.
Rivan relaxed for exactly half a second
Until he noticed her eyes.
Slowly. Curiously.
Drifting.
Straight.
To.
His boxer.
She leaned forward slightly, squinting like a scientist observing a rare specimen.
Rivan panicked.
"Don't look," he said quickly.
She blinked.
"Why?"
"...Because."
She nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh."
A pause.
Then, very softly
Rivan grabbed the pillow and buried his face in it.
He was done.
Completely done.
Devyani didn't blink.
Not even once.
Her eyes went slow-motion camera mode.
From his messy hair...
Down his neck...
Down to his chest...
His abs were cut like stone.
Then lower...
His boxer.
Only boxer.
Her mouth opened.
Not to speak.
To breathe.
The world stopped.
She said very seriously:
Rivan:
Devyani didn't answer.
She was too busy staring.
Her gaze traveled again, shamelessly.
Slow.
Detailed.
Rivan felt naked down to his bones.
Devyani tilted her head, completely honest:
He froze.
She spoke again, whispering like a scientist:
"Your stomach has lines...
six lines.
I counted."
Rivan facepalmed.
Devyani nodded, impressed.
"Good job.
You made six.
Did you make them alone?"
Rivan wanted to scream.
She ignored the explanation and continued looking.
Then she lifted her hand...
Like she wanted to touch.
Devyani gulped hard.
Then, in a very small, hesitant voice, she said:
Rivan stiffened.
She pointed very carefully towards his stomach, eyes shining like a child looking at sweets.
Rivan blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"...my WHAT?"
She nodded seriously.
Realisation hit him.
"Oh. ABS."
She frowned.
"No. Biscuits."
Before he could react further, something else struck him.
A very important something.
He glanced down.
Blanket.
Boxer.
No pants.
His eyes shot back to her.
Slow.
Dangerous.
Suspicious.
"Wait."
He narrowed his eyes.
Devyani instantly looked anywhere except him.
Ceiling.
Wall.
Curtain.
Air.
"Ummm..."
Rivan crossed his arms.
"Kitten."
She swallowed.
He leaned slightly forward.
She bit her lip, thinking very hard.
Rivan laughed despite himself.
A short, helpless laugh.
She whispered:
He closed his eyes.
Pause.
Rivan shook his head slowly.
Rivan cleared his throat and sat properly, pulling the blanket higher like his dignity truly depended on it.
Devyani nodded seriously, sitting cross-legged on the bed like she was attending an important lecture.
She nodded harder. Twice.
She blinked.
"It means... sometimes there should be a little distance between two people."
Her brows furrowed instantly.
"Why?"
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Tried again.
"See... we are a couple. We can touch each other. That's not wrong."
He paused, making sure she was listening.
"But every person has limits. Privacy. Something that belongs only to them."
She tilted her head.
Her eyes widened.
"Yes," he said quickly. "And the same way, you can't cross someone's space without asking."
She hummed softly, thinking.
"Even then," he said gently.
"Love doesn't mean no boundaries. Love means respecting them."
She nodded slowly.
He took a deep breath, relieved she wasn't interrupting.
She suddenly scooted closer.
Then she scooted away.
Then immediately leaned forward again.
Slowly, Devyani nodded.
"Oh..."
Something clicked in her head.
She lowered her gaze, her voice turning soft and careful.
He blinked.
She placed her hands together like she was apologizing formally.
Rivan stared at her.
Then
Facepalm.
He dragged his hand down his face, letting out a helpless laugh.
"It's okay," he said, shaking his head.
"You don't need to make it sound like a court apology."
She peeked at him.
"No," he said honestly.
"I'm actually happy."
Her eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"Yes," he smiled softly.
"Because you understood."
She nodded proudly.
Rivan cleared his throat and stood up, stretching his arms.
"Okay," he announced, pretending to be very serious,
"Now let's head back to Rajasthan before you need any more... explanation classes."
Devyani blinked, then nodded obediently.
"Okay."
She paused, then added innocently,
"But if I forget something... you will teach me again, right?"
Rivan stopped mid-step.
"...YES HONEY," he whispered.
She smiled happily, satisfied with that answer.
Soon, everyone gathered for breakfast.
Devyani quietly ate, occasionally looking around the hotel like a child memorizing a place she might never see again.
Rivan noticed but said nothing.
After breakfast, the family settled into their cars.
This time, there was no chaos.
No questions.
No "emergency discoveries."
Just the soft hum of engines and the road calling them back.
As the cars rolled forward, the city slowly disappeared behind them.
The road stretched long and quiet.
Rivan was driving, eyes fixed ahead, mind unusually calm for once.
That's when he felt it.
A gentle pressure.
On his stomach.
His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't look away from the road.
Devyani's hands were there warm, careful, moving slowly as if she was fixing something delicate.
He inhaled.
Didn't speak.
Didn't question.
Because honestly... it felt comforting.
Her fingers moved in small circles, unhurried, focused.
Rivan glanced down for a second.
"...What are you doing?" he asked casually, as if this was a normal Tuesday activity.
Devyani shrugged lightly.
He raised an eyebrow.
She thought for a moment, then answered very seriously,
That was it.
No explanation.
No chaos.
Just that.
Rivan hummed softly.
He didn't ask further.
Because whatever this was
It wasn't annoying.
It wasn't confusing.
Her touch was gentle, careful, like she was trying to take something heavy away from him without knowing how.
And after hours of travel
The vast land, warm air, and familiar silence welcomed them.
They had reached Rajasthan.
The palace slowly settled into silence.
After the long journey, everyone was exhausted. Doors closed one by one, footsteps faded, and even the usually bustling corridors grew still.
Rivan felt the weight of tiredness hit him all at once.
A sleepless night, a restless morning, and a certain little wife who had managed to drain every last bit of his energy without even trying.
He looked down at Devyani.
She was already half-asleep, eyes drooping, her head resting lightly against his chest as if it belonged there.
Without thinking twice, he lifted her into his arms.
She instinctively curled closer, murmuring something unintelligible, her fingers clutching his shirt like it was the safest place in the world.
Rivan smiled faintly.
Carefully, he carried her to the bed and lay down with her still held close. The moment he settled, Devyani relaxed completely, her breathing evening out within seconds.
"She didn't let me sleep in the morning," he thought tiredly,
"and now she's sleeping like nothing happened."
Yet, instead of annoyance, there was only calm.
With her warmth against him and the palace finally quiet, Rivan closed his eyes.
This time, sleep came easily.
Night quietly melted into morning.
Devyani stirred in her sleep, reaching out instinctively
but the familiar warmth she always found beside her was gone.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Empty.
The space next to her was cold.
She sat up slowly, looking around the room as if Rivan might appear out of nowhere. Nothing. His side of the bed was perfectly neat, untouched.
"He must've gone somewhere," she thought softly.
"Work, maybe..."
Trying not to overthink, she got up, freshened herself, and changed into a simple outfit before heading downstairs for breakfast.
The dining hall was already lively.
Everyone was seated talking, eating, laughing but one chair remained noticeably empty.
Rivan's.
Virendra glanced around once more before his eyes settled on Devyani.
"Devyani," he asked gently,
"where is Rivan?"
She blinked, a little startled by the sudden attention.
"Papa... I don't know," she replied honestly.
"Maybe he went for work."
Virendra nodded, accepting the answer without pressing further.
Breakfast continued.
Plates clinked, conversations resumed, but there was an unspoken awareness in the air Rivan's absence was felt even in silence.
That's when Jinal and Reyansh entered the haveli.
Devyani's gaze immediately shifted toward Jinal.
Something unreadable flickered in her eyes.
Jinal felt it.
She gulped, her movements stiffening for a fraction of a second before she deliberately looked away, avoiding Devyani's stare altogether.
Devyani noticed.
Devyani didn't waste even a second.
The moment she saw Jinal free herself from Reyansh's side, she walked straight toward her eyes wide, full of curiosity.
"Jinal," she asked innocently,
"why did you guys take so much time to come?"
Before Jinal could even open her mouth
Reyansh leaned down slightly and whispered near Devyani's ear,
"Because we were doing adult work."
Devyani froze.
Her eyes widened.
Her mouth opened.
"ADULT—"
Before the word could echo through the haveli—
Jinal clamped her hand over Devyani's mouth so fast it was almost athletic.
"SHHHH!" Jinal hissed, panicking.
"Are you mad?!"
She didn't wait.
She grabbed Devyani's wrist and practically dragged her toward her room, ignoring Reyansh's amused chuckle behind them.
Inside the room
Jinal closed the door and leaned against it, breathing out in relief.
"Devu," she said seriously,
"you cannot say things loudly like that."
Devyani pulled Jinal's hand away from her mouth, blinking.
"But why?" she asked genuinely.
"You said adult work. Adults can talk loudly, no?"
Jinal stared at her.
Devyani tilted her head.
"So..."
she leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice,
"what kind of adult work?"
Jinal sighed and pulled Devyani to sit on the bed beside her.
"Devu," she said softly,
"by adult work, we didn't mean anything weird."
Devyani blinked.
"Then?"
Jinal took a deep breath and began explaining slowly, carefully like talking to a child who deserved honesty, not fear.
"There were some people following us on the highway," she said.
"Enemies. Dangerous ones."
Devyani's eyes widened.
"Following... you?"
Jinal nodded.
"Yes. Reyansh noticed them first. If we all had continued together, they could've attacked the whole family."
"So..." Devyani whispered, her voice suddenly serious.
"So Reyansh stayed back on purpose," Jinal continued.
"He misled them. Took them another route. Made them believe he was the main target so the rest of you could reach safely."
Devyani's mouth fell open.
"He did that... for us?"
"Yes," Jinal said.
"He risked himself so everyone else could be safe."
For a moment, Devyani didn't speak.
Then softly
"Ohhh..."
Her little "ohhh" wasn't loud.
It wasn't dramatic.
It was heavy.
Her chest tightened as she understood really understood for the first time what danger meant in their world.
Then, with complete seriousness, she said,
"Then Reyansh bhaiyya is very brave."
Jinal's eyes softened.
"Yes," she whispered.
"He is."
Devyani hesitated for a moment, fingers twisting together.
"Jinal..." she said softly, no excitement this time, only confusion.
"About that white thing I asked you in the morning..."
Jinal immediately understood what she meant.
Her tone became gentle, mature.
"You're talking about white discharge, right?"
Devyani nodded.
"I got scared," she admitted quietly.
"I thought something was wrong with me. Or that I was dirty."
Jinal's expression softened.
She took Devyani's hands in hers.
"Listen to me carefully, Devu," she said.
"This is completely normal. Every girl experiences it."
Devyani looked up.
"Normal?"
"Yes," Jinal nodded.
"It's your body's natural way of keeping itself clean and healthy. It happens before or after periods, sometimes even otherwise. It doesn't mean anything bad."
Devyani exhaled slowly, like she had been holding her breath for a long time.
"So... I'm not sick?"
"No," Jinal smiled.
"And it's not something to be ashamed of."
Devyani stayed quiet, absorbing the words.
Then she said, thoughtfully,
"No one ever explained this to me properly."
Jinal felt a pinch in her chest but kept her voice steady.
"See, Devu," she continued,
"our bodies change as we grow. Learning about them is part of becoming mature. Asking questions is not wrong."
Devyani nodded slowly.
"I think..." she said, choosing her words carefully,
"I was mixing fear with curiosity."
Jinal smiled proudly.
"That means you're learning."
A small smile appeared on Devyani's lips.
"So next time," she said calmly,
"I won't panic. I'll ask properly."
Jinal squeezed her hand.
"That's my girl."
For the first time, Devyani didn't look confused or scared.
She looked aware.
And that made all the difference.
Jinal let out a small breath, then nodded.
Then she asked "what about men?"
"They do," she said calmly.
"But it's different."
Devyani tilted her head, genuinely curious now, not panicked.
"For women," Jinal continued,
"white discharge is related to hormones and the menstrual cycle. It's frequent and natural."
"For men," Jinal explained, choosing her words carefully,
"it happens rarely and usually only in specific situations like hormonal response or arousal. It's not a regular thing like it is for women."
Devyani processed that quietly.
"So..." she said slowly,
"that means bodies work differently."
"Yes," Jinal smiled.
"Different bodies, different systems. But all of it is natural."
Devyani nodded, a thoughtful expression replacing her earlier confusion.
Jinal chuckled softly.
"No, Devu. He's perfectly fine."
Devyani let out a relieved breath.
"I think..." she said after a pause,
"I was scared because no one ever told me these things before."
Jinal looked at her with warmth.
Devyani smiled small, calm, and sure.
This time, it wasn't innocence.
It was understanding.
Devyani came back to her room and sat quietly.
She waited.
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
RIVAN still didn't come.
The sun climbed higher in the sky it was already noon.
She stood up, a little restless now, and walked toward Virendra's room. She peeked inside softly.
"Papa..." she called.
Virendra looked up from his papers. "Haan beta?"
Devyani stepped in, twisting the edge of her saree nervously.
Virendra frowned slightly.
"Woh abhi tak nahi aaya?"
(He hasn't come back yet?)
She shook her head. "Nahi."
Virendra thought for a moment, then said calmly, "Koi baat nahi. Shayad kaam mein busy hoga. Aa jayega."
(It's okay. He might be busy with work. He'll come.)
Devyani nodded slowly.
"Oh... okay," she said, forcing a small smile.
She turned to leave, but before stepping out, she paused for a second like she wanted to ask something more.
Then she didn't.
"I'll wait," she said softly to herself and walked back to her room.
She turned back from Virendra's room, her steps slow, unhurried. She wasn't worried just a little empty. RIVAN was always around. Even when silent, his presence filled space. Today, that space felt oddly hollow.
She went back to their room.
The room was neat. Too neat.
The bed untouched since morning.
No smell of his cologne.
No shadow of him leaning near the window.
She sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap.
"I'll wait," she murmured to herself.
Time passed.
Morning slipped into noon.
Sunlight moved across the floor, touching the curtains, then retreating. She watched it like it was a clock. Every few minutes, she glanced at the door half expecting it to open.
It didn't.
She lay down, staring at the ceiling.
Maybe he's busy.
Papa said so.
He always works.
She repeated those thoughts like reassurance, but still, something tugged at her chest.
She hugged the pillow.
Not crying.
Not panicking.
Just waiting.
Because waiting...
was something she had learned very well.
Jinal stood near the window, phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her jaw was clenched, eyes sharp nothing like the calm front she usually carried.
"Arav," she said coldly, "did you get the information?"
There was a brief pause on the other side.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Arav replied carefully. "I need more time."
Jinal's grip tightened around the phone.
"Time?" she snapped. "Do you have any idea how much time you've already taken?"
She turned away from the window, pacing the room.
"I've already given you half the information myself," she continued, voice rising.
"You're my brother's assistant. I made sure you were capable enough to handle things faster than this."
Arav swallowed. "I understand, ma'am. But the situation is complicated. The trail is—"
"I don't give a damn if it's complicated," Jinal cut him off sharply.
"I want every single detail."
There was silence for a second.
"Yes, ma'am," Arav said quickly. "I'll make sure it's done."
Jinal ended the call without another word.
She stood still for a moment, staring at the blank screen, her mind racing.
"This isn't normal," she muttered to herself.
The sky outside the haveli turned orange, then dusky blue but RIVAN still hadn't returned.
Devyani sat near the window for a long time, knees pulled to her chest, eyes fixed on the gate.
He never stayed this late.
Never.
Her chest felt tight.
Why is pati ji not home yet?
Did he forget me?
Did something happen?
She shook her head immediately.
"No. No bad thinking," she whispered to herself.
Still... her feet carried her on their own.
She reached Reyansh's room.
The door was half open.
Reyansh was sprawled on the bed like a fallen warrior one arm hanging down, hair messy, dead asleep. The man who drove the whole night looked like he could sleep through an earthquake.
Devyani walked closer.
"Reyuuuu bhai," she whispered, shaking his shoulder lightly.
"Get up... my pati ji didn't come home."
Reyansh turned his face into the pillow.
"Mmm... Devu... he might be busy with office," he murmured, eyes still shut.
Devyani frowned.
He groaned.
She shook him harder.
Nothing.
He just turned to the other side and mumbled,
"Let me sleep, Devu... please."
Devyani's eyes narrowed.
This is too much.
She was worried.
She came here for help.
And he was sleeping.
Unacceptable.
She straightened her back, took a deep breath
And screamed.
The effect was immediate.
Reyansh shot up from the bed like someone had set him on fire.
He looked around wildly.
Devyani crossed her arms, satisfied.
Reyansh stared at her.
She nodded.
"Yes."
He ran a hand through his hair, exhausted.
"You are dangerous."
She ignored that.
Devyani narrowed her eyes.
Not angry.
Not loud.
Just... dangerously curious.
She tilted her head slowly and said,
"Bhai..."
Reyansh looked at her.
"Yes?"
She stepped closer.
"Why did you wake up now?"
He blinked.
"Because... you woke me?"
She shook her head.
"No."
She lifted her finger like a detective.
She hummed dramatically.
"Hmmmmmm."
Reyansh swallowed.
"...Devu."
She folded her arms.
She leaned closer.
He scratched the back of his neck.
Her eyes sharpened.
Reyansh froze.
She gasped softly, pretending to be shocked.
"Ohhh."
Then nodded seriously.
He exhaled in relief.
She stared at him for two full seconds.
Then smiled.
"Acha."
He relaxed.
But then
She added sweetly,
"Next time don't wake up so fast. It looks suspicious."
Reyansh gulped.
Heart pounding.
Her voice was soft, but something in it trembled.
She swallowed.
Reyansh leaned casually, arms crossed, trying to look relaxed.
"So?" he said lightly.
"It's okay, Devu. Sometimes he doesn't come home for days. Office issues, meetings, mess to clean up."
She turned sharply.
That hit.
Reyansh paused.
Then nodded slowly.
"Hmmm... you're right."
He smiled, ruffling her hair gently.
"Wait. Let me call him."
"And don't worry I'll scold that idiot for not informing my Devu."
Her eyes lit up immediately.
"Yes," she said seriously.
"Scold him. Idiot man."
Reyansh chuckled and took out his phone.
Dialed.
Once.
Twice.
The call didn't connect.
He frowned slightly.
Checked again.
Phone switched off.
Something flickered in his eyes.
Just for a second.
But Devyani noticed.
"Bhaiyya?" she asked quietly.
He looked up instantly, smile back in place.
He slipped the phone into his pocket.
He shrugged.
She listened carefully.
Then nodded.
"Oh."
Her shoulders relaxed a little.
"If he is busy... then okay."
She smiled faintly.
"I'll wait."
And with that, she turned and walked out of the room.
Reyansh kept standing there.
The smile slowly faded.
He took out his phone again.
Stared at the dark screen.
Switched off.
"...That's not like him," he muttered under his breath.
Outside, Devyani walked back to her room.
Trying to convince her heart.
But somewhere deep inside
A small, unfamiliar fear had already begun to grow.
Reyansh didn't waste another second.
The moment Devyani disappeared down the corridor, he pulled out his phone again this time dialing Arav.
The call connected instantly.
"Where is RIVAN?" Reyansh asked, voice low but sharp.
There was a pause on the other end.
Too long.
Arav swallowed.
"Sir... that's the problem."
Reyansh's jaw clenched.
Reyansh's grip tightened around the phone.
That was it.
Reyansh cut the call.
Within minutes, he was already in his car, driving straight to RIVAN's office.
The building stood tall and busy like always.
But something felt... wrong.
Reyansh walked in fast.
Security saluted.
"Good evening, sir."
"Did RIVAN come today?" Reyansh asked immediately.
The guard frowned.
"No, sir. He didn't."
Reyansh's heart sank further.
He checked the CCTV room himself.
Morning footage.
No RIVAN.
Afternoon footage.
Still nothing.
No sign of his car.
No sign of him.
Reyansh exhaled slowly.
"Fuck..."
Without wasting time, he left again this time heading straight to RIVAN's penthouse.
The place was silent.
Too silent.
Lights off.
No staff.
No movement.
Reyansh unlocked the door himself.
Inside everything was untouched.
The jacket RIVAN usually tossed on the couch? Still there.
The glass he never washed? Still on the counter.
But RIVAN was gone.
Reyansh ran a hand through his hair, unease creeping in fast.
Just then, footsteps echoed behind him.
Arav entered, slightly out of breath.
"Sir..."
Reyansh turned sharply, eyes blazing.
"Where the hell is he?"
Arav looked down.
"I checked everything. Office. Penthouse. Routes. Drivers."
He hesitated, then said quietly
Reyansh clenched his fists.
For the first time, the casual calm he always carried cracked.
"This isn't like him," he muttered.
"RIVAN never disappears without informing someone."
His mind raced.
Office? No.
Home? No.
Penthouse? No.
Then suddenly
His eyes narrowed.
A dangerous thought crossed his mind.
And this time, he didn't brush it off.
"Arav," Reyansh said slowly, voice turning cold,
"Call everyone."
"All units?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Every single one."
Because somewhere deep down
Reyansh already knew.
This wasn't work.
This was a storm.
.
.
.
Reyansh didn't even bother knocking this time.
He pushed open the heavy wooden doors of Virendra Thakur's room and walked straight in.
Virendra looked up from his papers, annoyed.
"Reyansh? Why are you barging in like this?"
Reyansh didn't sit.
Didn't bow.
Didn't soften his tone.
"Uncle," he said sharply, "where is RIVAN?"
Virendra frowned.
"Why? Isn't he home?"
Reyansh shook his head once.
"No."
A brief silence settled.
Virendra leaned back.
"So? He isn't a child. Why are you panicking? He might be busy mafia matters, deals, enemies. This is normal for him."
Reyansh's jaw tightened.
He took one step forward.
"He didn't inform Devyani, RIVAN THAKUR."
The room went dead silent.
Virendra froze.
The authority in his posture shattered for a split second.
Reyansh's voice rose, controlled but furious.
"He left. No message. No call. Phone switched off.
He didn't tell his wife."
The next moment
Virendra's eyes darkened, turning cold, dangerous.
He stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor.
"Are you sure?" Virendra demanded.
"I checked everything," Reyansh replied.
"Office. Penthouse. Routes. Drivers.
He vanished."
Virendra's face hardened.
"This isn't his habit," he said slowly.
His fists clenched.
Reyansh swallowed.
"That's why I'm here, uncle."
Virendra looked up sharply.
"Where is Devyani right now?"
"In her room," Reyansh said.
"She's trying to act normal... but she's scared."
That was it.
Virendra's jaw clenched.
"Call everyone," he ordered.
"Rajveer. Aditya. Security heads. All units."
He turned toward the window, voice dropping into a deadly calm.
He paused, then finished with steel in his tone.
My throat tightened. I gulped hard.
"Will you leave me, Devyani?"
The words barely made it out.
"Is there... any chance?"
"Even the smallest chance... that you forgive me?"
Tears burned behind my eyes.
"I promise I will never hurt you," I whispered.
"I know... I know it's not possible."
A pause.
"But maybe... just one chance?"
My voice broke completely.
"But... but it's okay if you don't forgive me."
I lowered my head beside her.
"I deserve the punishment."
Because loving her was never my right
It was the last thing I was trying to earn.
Brokenly, he smiled