12-Bad husband
Next Morning
Soft golden sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, gently filling the room. The terrifying storm from last night seemed to have completely passed. Outside, birds were chirping, but inside the room, the silence made Vaidehi’s heartbeat feel louder.
Vaidehi slowly opened her eyes. Her whole body felt tired, with a faint, lingering ache. She reached out toward the other side of the bed… but no one was there.
The bedsheets were messy, and Samrat’s perfume still lingered on the pillow.
She suddenly sat up, fixing her messy hair and pulling the sheet tightly around herself. Memories of last night flashed through her mind—the darkness, the sound of thunder, Samrat coming closer… and then they had fallen asleep.
“Was all of that real…?” she whispered to herself.
“Or… was it just a dream?”
Like always, Samrat had left early in the morning. A strange fear settled in her heart.
Did she even matter to him… or not?
Feeling low, she got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she felt a faint reminder of last night again. Without thinking much, she walked straight into the bathroom.
She stood under the cold water for almost half an hour… trying to steady herself.
After bathing, she wrapped a white towel around herself and stepped out, drying her hair. She thought Samrat must have already left for the office…
But the moment she entered the room—she froze.
Samrat was standing right there.
It looked like he had just come from the gym. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only black lowers. Drops of sweat were glistening on his back.
As he turned around, Vaidehi’s breath hitched.
His physique, his abs, the faint marks on his chest… everything about him made him look like a Greek god.
Samrat looked at her and gave a slight smile.
“Good morning… jaan,” his voice was low and deep.
Vaidehi couldn’t say a word.
He slowly walked toward her…
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he said softly, leaning a little closer.
Vaidehi lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.“Last night… was not a dream,” he said softly, stepping closer to her.
Vaidehi’s heart started pounding.
“Say something…” Samrat lifted her chin gently. “Don’t just stand there like this.”
Vaidehi grew nervous and tightened the towel around herself.
“Y-you? What are you doing here? I thought you had already gone to the office…” she stammered, stepping back.
Samrat casually placed the towel he was holding on the table and looked at her from head to toe with his deep brown eyes. The same intensity from last night was clearly visible in his gaze. Slowly, he started walking toward her.
“My room… my bed… and my wife…” his voice was low and heavy, sinking straight into her heart.
“I can come here anytime… and do whatever I want,” he added with a slight smile. “And you don’t get to stop me.”
Vaidehi’s face turned red with embarrassment. As she kept stepping back, she bumped into the dressing table. Samrat moved forward and placed both his hands on the table, trapping her between himself and it. The warmth of his body made her restless again.
“You… you are very shameless, Mr. Samrat…” Vaidehi said, lowering her gaze.
“What happened last night… I thought it was just a dream. And now you’ve started the same thing again… you just need an excuse to touch me!”
Samrat laughed—a deep, masculine laugh.
“Excuse me…?” he said, leaning a little closer.
He stepped even nearer, his presence surrounding her completely.
“An excuse?” he twirled a strand of her wet hair around his finger.
“I don’t need any excuse to touch my wife, Vaidehi…”
His voice turned low and intense.
“Last night wasn’t a dream… it was real. And you felt it too.”
Then he leaned near her ear and whispered—
“And this… is just the beginning.”
Vaidehi quickly placed her hand on his chest to push him away… but the moment her fingers touched his warm skin, a sudden shiver ran through her.
Samrat immediately caught her hand and placed it over his heart.
“Feel this…” he said softly.
“These heartbeats… they haven’t calmed down since last night.”
He looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.
“And you think I need an excuse…?”
Vaidehi didn’t know what to say. On one hand, his possessive tone felt a little frightening, and on the other, her heart was racing uncontrollably.
Gathering some courage, she looked into his eyes.
“People say you’re a very strict and stone-hearted professor… but you… you’re completely different.”
Samrat gently brushed her lips with his thumb.
“I’m different… only for you,” he said softly.
“For the rest of the world, I’m still the same stone-hearted man…”
He leaned a little closer.
“But you… you have the key… the one that can even melt this stone.”
Vaidehi slowly closed her eyes. Now she was sure that last night wasn’t just a coincidence. Samrat truly loved her deeply… even if his way of expressing it was intense and overwhelming.
Samrat softly kissed her forehead.
“Go… get ready,” he said in a gentle yet commanding tone.
“Today, we’re going out.”
Then he stepped back and looked at her playfully.
“And next time… before coming out in just a towel, remember—your husband might be in the room…”
He added with a slight smile—
“My control… is not that strong.”
Vaidehi blushed deeply and quickly ran behind the wardrobe to hide. Meanwhile, Samrat, with a faint smile, started putting on his shirt.
If the truth ever comes out, this love… could turn into hatred.
But Samrat didn’t care.
“For now… she’s mine,” he thought to himself.
Right now, only one thing mattered to him—living every moment with his queen.
A cool breeze once again drifted in through the window…Vaidehi quickly got dressed behind the wardrobe. Her heart was still racing. She put on a beautiful yellow kurti with white leggings.
As she stood in front of the mirror, filling sindoor in her hair parting, the hazy memories of last night started flashing in her mind again. She felt both nervous and happy at the same time.
When she came out, Samrat was standing near the window, talking on the phone. His back was facing her.
Vaidehi took a deep breath and slowly walked up to him, stopping beside him. As soon as Samrat ended the call, she shyly lowered her head.
Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her kurti.
“Um… Samrat… I wanted to ask you something…” she said hesitantly.
Without turning, Samrat adjusted his watch and replied,
“Hm… go ahead.”
Vaidehi looked around, then spoke very softly, as if sharing a secret—
“Um… why don’t I feel any pain? I mean… I’ve heard that when… when everything happens between a husband and wife… like what happened between us last night… it hurts a lot…”
Her voice became even softer—
“But I don’t feel anything at all… am I… am I some kind of iron lady?”
Hearing her innocent question, Samrat paused for a moment.
He slowly turned his head and looked at her—her face flushed with both embarrassment and curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, he lightly tapped her forehead.
“Ouch! What was that?” Vaidehi immediately held her forehead.
Samrat’s face looked serious, though there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.
“That was your reward for being silly,” he said plainly.
“Oh, stupid girl… nothing happened between us last night.”
Vaidehi was completely shocked.
“You came to me… crying, scared… and then you fell asleep in my arms,” Samrat said calmly.
“I just helped you sleep, that’s all.”
Vaidehi’s eyes widened. She was left speechless.
“What…? Nothing happened…? But… you said ‘this is just the beginning’… and all that…”
Samrat slipped his hand into his pocket and took a step closer. His tone now became a little firmer and clearer—
“I said those things because you were scared… and I wanted you to feel close to me,” he said calmly but directly.
“But the truth is, Vaidehi… nothing has happened between us yet… and maybe it never will. There’s no question of it.”
Hearing this, it felt like a sudden shock hit Vaidehi.
“Maybe it never will…” the words echoed in her ears.
“Never? What do you mean never?” Vaidehi almost shouted.
“We are husband and wife! And… and I thought maybe by next month I’d give Mom some good news…”
She continued, almost stumbling over her words—
“I was even thinking of buying tiny socks… for the baby… but you’ve ruined my entire plan!”
Tears welled up in Vaidehi’s eyes. Her face fell, as if all her hopes had shattered in a single moment.
“Samrat… am I not good enough for you?” she asked softly.
“Or do you not like children? Look… I know I’m a little childish sometimes… but I can be a good mother…”
She started speaking quickly—
“I’ll sing lullabies to my baby… show them cartoons… take care of them… but you’re saying nothing will happen at all! Then how will I ever get pregnant? Do I have to order a baby as a parcel?”
Hearing this, Samrat held his head in frustration.
He didn’t know how to make her understand. He wanted to keep her away from his dark world… and here she was, dreaming about children.
He walked up to her, held both her shoulders, and turned her to face him.
“Vaidehi, stop it…” he said a bit firmly.
“You’re still a child yourself. Do you even understand the responsibility of becoming a mother?”
His voice turned colder—
“And getting pregnant is not a toy… that you can demand out of stubbornness. I said no—that means no.”
Vaidehi jerked herself free.
Now her eyes were filled with both anger and tears.
“You’re very bad!” she burst out.
“Really bad! Mom asks me every day if everything is fine… what am I supposed to tell her?”
Her voice trembled—
“That my husband just keeps his distance from me? I thought everything changed last night… but you’re still the same strict, rude professor!”
She dropped onto the bed with a thud and started shaking her foot in frustration.
“Everything is ruined! All my plans are useless now…”
“I was thinking I’d tell Mom—‘Mom, a little guest is coming to your home…’”
She continued angrily—
“Now what should I say? ‘Mom, your son is a useless fuse bulb’?”
“Vaidehi!” Samrat’s sharp voice echoed in the room.
Seeing the anger in his eyes, Vaidehi immediately fell silent… though her face was still puffed up in annoyance.
Samrat walked up to her and sat down in front of her on the bed. This time, his voice was softer… but his decision was still firm.
“Look… I don’t want to hurt you,” he said calmly.
“But some things are only right at the right time. And right now… I’m not in a position to give you what you want.”
He paused, then continued—
“Becoming a mother is not a game… and I don’t want you to regret anything later.”
Vaidehi sniffled, scrunching her nose.
“So does that mean I’ll never have a child?” she asked quietly.
“Will I never become a mother? Will I just keep waiting for you to come back from the office every day?”
Samrat gently tucked her messy hair behind her ear.
“When the time is right, everything will happen,” he said in a calm but firm tone.
“But on my terms… not because of your stubbornness. Now stop crying and come downstairs… Mom must be waiting.”
Vaidehi stood up, muttering under her breath—
“Yeah, fine… go ahead. You only care about your work…”
“My feelings don’t matter at all. I came here thinking I’d become a mother… and here I’m struggling just to be a wife…”
Grumbling angrily, she walked out of the room.
As soon as she left, the hardness on Samrat’s face slowly faded. He took a deep breath and looked out the window.
He murmured to himself—
“I don’t want to bring another person into my love… by making you a mother…”
“But for now… you’re my responsibility… and I have to protect you at all costs.”
Meanwhile, Vaidehi walked downstairs toward the dining table, where Rukmini Devi was already sitting and having tea.
Seeing Vaidehi’s dull face, she immediately asked—
“What happened, Vaidehi? Didn’t you sleep well? Or did Samrat say something again?”Vaidehi looked at her and thought to herself—
“Mom… what should I even tell you? Your son has gone on strike… my promotion has been completely stopped!”
She quietly pulled out a chair and sat down. Picking up a toast, she said—
“It’s nothing, Mom… the weather was a bit bad, so my head feels a little heavy…”
Rukmini Devi smiled and placed her hand gently over Vaidehi’s.
“Don’t worry, dear… Samrat is a bit difficult, but he’s not bad at heart. Everything will be fine ????-????.”
Vaidehi nodded while eating her toast, but in her mind she thought—
“Whether his heart is made of gold or diamonds, Mom… I’m just scared that I might become a mother at the age of a grandmother!”
Just then, Samrat came downstairs. He glanced once at Vaidehi—who was still giving him side-eye looks.
Samrat acted as if he hadn’t noticed anything and started talking directly to Raghav ji.
Vaidehi, irritated, began poking the pasta on her plate with a fork, as if it were Samrat himself.
She muttered under her breath—
“Rude… monster… useless fuse bulb…”
Samrat took a sip of tea and said without even looking at her—
“I heard everything, Vaidehi.”
Vaidehi immediately sat straight and said innocently—
“I didn’t say anything! I was just saying the pasta is very… very bad—I mean good!”
For a few seconds, silence filled the dining table.
But in Vaidehi’s mind, only one thing was running—Mission Mommy.
She made up her mind—
“No matter what… Samrat will have to agree!”
She looked at him with a challenging gaze, as if saying—
“If not today, then tomorrow… I will win, Samrat Pratap Singh!”
Samrat noticed the determination in her eyes.
He understood—this girl wasn’t going to give up easily.
He simply gave a slight smile and went back to his breakfast.
The atmosphere in the house had changed a little now—
on one side, Samrat’s protective and controlling nature…
and on the other, Vaidehi’s innocent yet stubborn “Mission Mommy.”
What was going to happen next… was truly going to be interesting.
The dining table was already a bit tense. Just then, Raghav ji picked up the remote and turned on the TV, switching to a news channel to watch the morning updates.
Vaidehi was still lost in her thoughts, silently complaining about Samrat and her broken dream of becoming a mother. But as soon as the news anchor’s sharp voice echoed, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
“A college student, Ayush, found dead under suspicious circumstances…!”
Hearing this, Vaidehi’s attention snapped to the TV. Ayush’s photo appeared on the screen.
The fork slipped from her hand and fell onto the plate.
Last night’s scene flashed in her mind—the thunder, the darkness… and those strange sounds coming from outside the window.
The news anchor continued—
“Police have found Ayush’s body near the old ruins behind the college. There are deep marks on his body, suggesting he was brutally attacked. The police suspect this could be a case of personal rivalry.”
Vaidehi’s face turned pale.
She looked at Samrat with trembling eyes—he was calmly spreading butter on his bread.
“Samrat… look…” she said, pointing toward the TV.
Samrat slowly raised his eyes and looked at the screen.
There was no surprise on his face… as if he already knew everything.
Vaidehi said nervously—
“This is Ayush… a boy from my college. Maybe you don’t remember… he was your student too…”
She hesitated, then continued—
“He died last night… people are saying he was murdered…”
Samrat broke a piece of bread while watching the news.
A faint, cold smile appeared on his lips…
“That’s actually good news…” he said unexpectedly.
So what will happen next?
Will Samrat ever give Vaidehi the happiness she truly wants?
Will Vaidehi ever confess her love to him?
To find out… keep reading.