The Sinister

40.

“Kanha, you have filled my life with happiness… thank you” I whisper softly, looking at the Kanha idol with my hands joined.

A faint smile forms on my lips as a sense of peace settles inside me. I slowly close my eyes, offering my prayer, then bend down and gently touch his feet, feeling a calm warmth spread through my heart.

“Where is my pati parmeshwar?” I sing, walking toward the couch while grabbing my bag. From today, I’m resuming my work at the company.

“Is baar kuch kaand mat karna, kaam karna” my subconscious says and I roll my eyes instantly, letting out a small huff.

(This time don’t create any chaos, just do your work)

“Bhabhi!” multiple voices call out from outside the room all at once, loud.

“Aa jao” I say casually, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

(Come in)

The door bursts open as if they were ready to break it down if I take even a second longer to reply. I stare at them in disbelief, my brows knitting together.

“Bhandare mein aaye ho?” I ask, looking at all of them standing together like a group.

(Have you all come for a feast?)

They all shake their heads quickly, their expressions oddly serious.

“What are you doing with them?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at Grover suspiciously.

“Madam, aapko kuch batana hai” he says, his voice slightly nervous and I walk toward them, curiosity lighting up my face.

(Madam, we have to tell you something)

“Jaldi batao” I say excitedly, my eyes sparkling but they all exchange glances and gulp nervously.

(Tell me quickly)

“Bhabhi, look… don’t get angry at us” Ishi says carefully and I blink, confusion flickering across my face. I cross my arms, already sensing something is wrong. They have definitely done something.

“No, I won’t. Speak” I say, raising my chin slightly but they all gulp again, making my suspicion grow even stronger.

“Bhabhi, hame halat ne bandh rakha tha” Yuv says helplessly and I cross my arms tightly over my chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

(Bhabhi, circumstances had tied us down)

“Okay” I say flatly, my voice calm but my expression unreadable and they all gulp again nervously. Kya muh mein paani ki tanki rakh kar aaye hai ye log aaj? I stare at them, narrowing my eyes.

(What is this, have they come here with tanks of water in their mouths today?)

“Bhabhi, bhai ne hame gun point par dhamkaya tha” Om blurts out, his voice shaky and I slowly close my eyes, pressing my lips together as my patience is ready to jump from Burj Khalifa.

(Bhabhi, bhai threatened us at gunpoint)

“I’m going, bye” I say coldly, grabbing my bag and turning on my heel. I start walking out of the room but before I can take more than a few steps, they all rush forward and stop me, blocking my way.

“Actually, yesterday our family threw a party for bhai’s birthday” Shaurya says quickly and I freeze in my place on my own, my steps coming to an abrupt halt.

Slowly, I turn my head and look at all of them, my eyes searching their faces. Oh… so they all were busy there last night… and… that’s the reason he came late.

The thought makes my chest tighten painfully. My lips part as if to say something but no words come out because my mind is still trying to process everything.

“And we all swear, bhabhi, we tried many times to inform you about it but bhai threatened us not to call you” Om says again, his tone filled with guilt and my legs start shaking slightly, as if they are losing strength beneath me.

I don’t mean anything to him… or maybe I never meant anything to him.

But last night… the way he talks to me, the way he shows interest in everything I do for him, it all feels so real.

Nothing feels fake. Or maybe… I am just too blind to see his real face because of my feelings for him.

“And look, he just came to the party, talked to this lady and then moved out of the place” grover says, his voice careful as he plays a video on his phone.

My heart starts aching instantly, a sharp pain spreading through my chest. D… does he already have someone else in his life? Is he just playing with me? The thought makes my breathing uneven.

The video plays. She is standing close to him, talking with a soft smile and he… he is looking at her hand first, then slowly at her eyes. My fingers curl slightly at my sides.

Sh… she is looking beautiful… maybe he is admiring her.

My throat goes dry as I keep watching. Maybe they are in a relationship…

because he is ignoring everyone else and talking to her like he is a talkative person.

His eyes are fixed on hers and both of them are staring at each other like… like they are in…

“Bhabhi, we are really sorry” they all say together as the video ends, their voices filled with guilt.

I just shake my head slightly, my gaze dropping to the floor, unable to look at anyone.

“We didn’t mean to hurt you but we want to clear our side because we can’t make you upset because of us. And bhai’s behavior was odd, that’s why we show you this video and told you everything” Yuv says sincerely.

I slowly look at them and force a small smile onto my face, even though it feels heavy and fake.

“It’s okay… I’m not angry with you all” I say softly and turn around.

I blink my eyes rapidly as they start getting moist, trying to hold back the tears. My chest hurts… the pain is unbearable. It feels like someone has stabbed me without any warning and the wound is still bleeding inside me.

So… this is how it feels when you come to know that the person you are dying to have already has someone else in their life. This… is how it feels.

I take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling unevenly, and walk downstairs quickly, trying to get out of this place as soon as possible. But my steps slowly come to a halt as my eyes fall on him.

He is standing right in front of me. Our eyes meet and I blink slowly as my vision starts to blur, my eyes turning moist. Don’t break in front of him, Sita… maybe… maybe he wants this.

Because he marries me for revenge. So there is no doubt that one day he will break me… and maybe he wants to break me slowly, while making me fall in love with him.

“I’ll drop you” he says, taking a step toward me, his voice calm but I don’t wait… nor do I say anything.

I walk past him, my gaze fixed on the floor, my steps quick and uneven. I take longer strides and come out of the mansion, breathing deeply as if I am suffocating inside.

“Kanha, if I… break this time, no one will be able to fix me” I mumble softly, lifting my eyes toward the sky, my voice barely a whisper.

My mind stops working. I don’t know what to do. Everything inside me feels blank… completely blank.

I hear footsteps behind me. I don’t need to turn to know who it is.

I walk to the car, open the door and sit inside, closing it hard with a sharp sound. I can feel his intense gaze on me… but I ignore it completely, staring straight ahead without moving.

“Start the car” I order, my voice low but firm. The driver hesitates for a second, his hands frozen on the steering wheel but then he quickly obeys my order and starts the car. I gulp slowly, my throat dry and lift my eyes.

He is still standing there.

I see him through the mirror, his gaze fixed on me and the moment our eyes meet, my breath gets stuck in my throat. It burns… my breathing turns uneven, shaky.

A tear slips from my eye as he slowly disappears from my sight. My chest tightens with every passing second and more tears start falling, one after another, uncontrollably.

I… I can bear someone killing me with their bare hands… but I can never bear him being with another woman who is not me.

B...but I don’t think he will ever have feelings for me… because he hates me. He himself told me that he will make my life hell. He… he must be playing with me… and one day, he will break me and throw me out of his life.

“Kanha, please…” I whisper weakly, wiping my face with trembling hands, trying to control myself.

I need to get out of this mess. But what should I do? I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.

I step out of my car and walk inside the Kaalver Empire with long, hurried strides. I barely came here but today… if I wouldn’t have come, I don’t know what will happen to me.

Why does she ignore me? And why does she look so broken? She was happy… she talked to me till last night. She talks to me in the morning too… then why suddenly? What changes?

Breathe, Zayran… breathe.

I fucking can’t breathe.

The elevator doors slide open and I step out, walking straight toward Shaurya’s cabin with restless steps. My jaw is tight, my heartbeat uneven.

I push the door open but it’s empty. My eyes scan the room quickly. Where is she? If she doesn’t talk to me, then… my chest starts hurting again, the pressure building inside.

“Boss, madam is in the meeting room” Grover says from behind.

I turn sharply and look at him with a hard glare. He knows something… I can see it in his eyes… but he is not saying anything. My jaw clenches but I don’t waste another second.

I turn and walk toward the meeting room, pushing the door open without caring about anything.

And there she is.

Sitting behind Shaurya, her head lowered, completely lost in her thoughts. She looks distant… broken.

I walk straight toward her and sit beside her on a chair, ignoring the way every single person in the room turns to look at me, except the one I want to look at me the most.

“Continue” I say, my voice calm but firm, my eyes fixed only on her.

The meeting resumes and after a few seconds, she finally lifts her head. Her eyes widen slightly the moment she sees me… and then I notice it. They are red.

Was she crying?

Before I can think further, she looks down again, avoiding my gaze. Her body shifts slightly in the opposite direction, creating distance between us. She lets her hair fall forward, covering the side of her face… hiding from me. My jaw clenches hard.

She slowly slides her chair away from me. My eyes darken instantly and I gulp, trying to control the storm rising inside me. She is… running away from me.

Before she can move any further, I grip the armrest of her chair tightly and pull it closer to me, much closer than before.

Her head jerks toward me and she glares at me fiercely. No doubt… my feather has enough fire to burn me into ashes with just one glare.

“Hamse koi galti hui hai?” I ask, leaning slightly toward her, trying to catch her eyes but she turns her face away from me completely, avoiding me like I don’t even exist.

(Did I make a mistake?)

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to control the frustration rising inside me.

“Ham kuch puch rahe hain aapse” I ask again, my voice a little firmer this time but she still doesn’t turn her head toward me. Not even once.

Before I can say anything else, she suddenly gets up from her chair and starts walking out of the meeting room without a word. The meeting ends right there.

I stand up immediately and follow her. She walks faster, almost rushing, trying to escape from me. My fists tighten at my sides, anger and confusion mixing inside me. I can’t tolerate this behavior from her.

She enters Shaurya’s cabin and before she can shut the door on my face, I push it open and step inside after her.

“Kya hua hai aapko?” I ask again, standing right behind her, my voice low but intense, waiting for her to at least look at me… even for a second.

(What has happened to you?)

She suddenly turns toward me, her movement abrupt and I instinctively take a small step back, surprised by the suddenness.

“Peecha karna band kijiye hamara” she says, her voice louder than usual, filled with anger and something deeper that I can’t fully understand.

(Stop following me)

I look straight into her eyes, trying to find the reason behind this behavior…trying to understand what is breaking inside her.

“Hamse naraz hain?” I ask softly, taking a step closer to her, my voice losing its sharpness.

(Are you upset with me?)

My heart… it hurts. I try to calm it down but I can’t… because only she has the power to control it, without even trying.

“Nahi… hum kyun aapse naraz honge? Aur agar hain bhi, to kya farq padta hai aapko?” she says, pushing me away from her with force.

(No… why would I be upset with you? And even if I am, what difference does it make to you?)

This is the last thing I want her to do. Being away from her… is not possible in this life nor in any other life.

“Farq padta hai. Biwi hai aap hamari” I say, my voice firm, stepping closer again. I grab her hand and pull her toward me.

(It does matter. You are my wife)

Her body jerks forward and collides with my chest. Her eyes widen in shock… and mine...mine turn red, filled with something dangerous.

I am losing patience… yes, I am fucking losing my patience for the first time in my life… because of my feather.

“Badi jaldi yaad aa gaya aapko ki aapki koi biwi bhi hai” she says bitterly, trying to pull her hand out of my grip but I only tighten my hold around her wrist.

(You remembered very quickly that you even have a wife)

“Humne kya kiya hai… please batayiye” I ask, my voice dropping low and soft.

(What have I done… please tell me)

I lean slightly closer to her face, trying to calm myself with her scent, trying to hold on to whatever control I have left.

She shivers in my hold and steps back, trying to create distance again. My jaw clenches tightly as I look into her eyes, my patience slipping away inch by inch.

My feather… don’t make me lose my patience or else, you don’t know what consequences those people who are behind your actions will face...even if it is me.

“Aap jaiye yahan se, hume aapse baat nahi karni hai” she says, pulling her wrist hard from my grip.

(Leave from here, I don’t want to talk to you)

I let go. Not because I can’t hold her… but because I can’t hurt her.

She turns around, her back facing me, cutting me off completely.

I turn around and walk out of the office. I need to take it out… I need to take all of this out. I am feeling too many things at once and it’s suffocating me.

I walk out of the building, get inside the car on the driver’s seat and start the engine, driving it onto the road.

My hand loosens my tie roughly and I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back in frustration.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me…” I mutter and a dry chuckle escapes my lips. I poke my cheek with my tongue, taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

I have never felt like this before. Never… ever. This restlessness, this burning uneasiness… and my feather… she definitely has the power to make me go completely insane.

I stop the car harshly and step out, slamming the door behind me. Walking inside, I pull out a cigarette, light it quickly and take a deep puff, hoping it will calm me down.

But it doesn’t. It’s not fucking working. Nothing is calming me now. Only she has the power to calm me… but she… she is not even talking to me.

All the guards look at him with fearful eyes.

They have never seen him like this before.

He always stays calm, always in control.

No one has ever truly seen his anger and they always believe that even if he gets angry, it won’t be scary.

But today… they are wrong. Today, they are scared of their boss.

He walks back and forth inside his cabin, taking puff after puff of his cigarette, his movements restless and sharp. Smoke fills the air around him but nothing seems to calm him down. Not even a little.

Even he doesn’t understand what is happening to him. He has felt anger before… but never like this. Today, his uneasiness, his frustration, his anger, it is all rising to a level he has never experienced before.

And the best part… he is not even angry at his wife.

He is angry at himself. Because he can’t figure out the reason behind her anger.

He knows everything… things that barely anyone else knows. He can guess and figure out every single strategy of his worst enemies, yet here he is, the same man, unable to understand why his own wife is angry with him.

“Ahhh…” he groans loudly and kicks the table hard, making it fall backward with a loud thud.

He runs his hand through his hair, taking deep, heavy breaths, trying to control himself. He is not someone who breaks things or throws them around in anger… but look what his woman has made him today.

The world has seen him rule nations, command fear and do things people don’t even dare to imagine. They know him as the man who owns everything. But no one has seen or knows… that the same man bends, surrenders and is completely owned by a woman who doesn’t even realize that she rules him.

Sita walks out of the car slowly, her eyes fixed on the ground. She doesn’t even know when she starts feeling like this… this broken… where she feels like there is not even a single chance of being fixed again.

She roams around from the evening, here and there not wanting to talk to anyone not wanting to see anyone.

She doesn’t realize it yet… but she doesn’t just like him anymore. It is something far beyond liking now. Just one day… and her entire personality changes because of him.

The glow on her face fades away.

And her eyes… they turn dull, lifeless.

She was roaming around the whole evening and her husband… he doesn’t even blink while walking behind her, silently, like a shadow.

Both of them are in pain and only she has the power to bring peace to their hearts… but she is unaware of it. And she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him… not even to look at him.

She walks inside the mansion and moves toward her room. She opens the door and her breath hitches the moment she sees him sitting on the couch. He doesn’t come home this time usually… but here he is today.

She quickly looks away from him and walks inside, closing the door behind her.

He stands up from the couch and walks toward her slowly. Only he knows how much he controls himself today.

He stops right behind her as she places her bag and other things on the table, her hands slightly trembling.

“Don’t ignore me” he says....no, he doesn’t just say it… his voice pleads, filled with something raw and desperate.

Her movements stop instantly. She grips the strap of her bag tightly, trying to hold herself together…trying not to cry in front of him.

She turns around and starts walking toward the closet, ignoring him again. But this time, he doesn’t let her go.

He grabs her wrist suddenly and pins her against the wall behind her.

Her heart skips a beat and her eyes widen in shock because of the sudden move. She looks into his eyes, ready to push him away… ready to shout at him… but her voice dies in her throat the moment she sees his eyes.

They are dark… dangerously dark. Fear runs through her body instantly, her breath getting stuck because the way he is looking at her… it is enough to make her freeze in place.

His hand holds both of her wrists in one, pinning them firmly against the wall. His body presses slightly against hers as he leans down toward her face, his dark eyes locked onto hers.

She looks so small beneath him, almost fragile… her wide, doe-like eyes clashing with his sharp, dangerous ones, softness colliding with darkness in a way that feels sinful.

“Kya hua hai?” he asks again, his voice calm, trying not to scare her… but no matter how soft his tone is, his eyes are enough to frighten her and they are doing exactly that.

(What has happened?)

“Hath chhodiye hamara” she says, struggling to free her hands from his grip but he tightens it not letting her go this time.

(Leave my hands)

He slowly lifts his other hand and slides it around her waist, trying to be careful… trying not to make her uncomfortable with his touch.

His rough hand wraps around her delicate waist, like a monster holding a fragile flower, harshness and softness mixing in a way that feels almost forbidden.

Her body shivers under his hold and for a moment, she feels like her legs will give up beneath her. She might have fallen… if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, trying to steady the storm inside her caused by his touch.

But what he does next makes her lose control completely.

He leans closer to her neck and slowly buries his face there, inhaling her scent deeply, as if that alone can calm the chaos inside him.

“Ye narazgi kyun?” he asks slowly, his voice low and as he speaks, his lips brush lightly against her neck, making her eyes shut tightly.

Her stomach twists hard, her breath shaking. She doesn’t know how to stay sane anymore… because she is losing her sanity with every second of his actions.

But then… the video flashes again in front of her eyes. And her anger rises all over again.

“Kyun farq padta hai aapko hamari narazgi se?” she shouts, her voice breaking as she struggles hard to pull her wrists out of his grip...and this time, she succeeds.

But he doesn’t move even an inch away from her. His eyes stay fixed on hers. Her eyes burn with anger, blazing with hurt and pain.

“Aap kehte hain hum aapki biwi hain… par humein shaq hota hai ki aap humein maante bhi hain apni biwi ya nahi!” she shouts again, hitting his chest with her hand, all the emotions she holds inside since morning finally bursting out.

(You say I am your wife… but I doubt whether you even consider me your wife or not!)

She can’t bear all of this anymore… she just can’t.

And he… he just stands there, silent, letting her speak, letting her empty everything inside her.

“Yesterday you were at your birthday party. Everyone was there… except me. It was your birthday and as you tell everyone that I am your wife, then I should be there with you, right? But no… I was completely unaware that my husband is enjoying a party without me, the same husband who calls me his wife!” she shouts, pushing him back with force.

Anger pours out of her like fire and she doesn’t care about anything anymore. She is finally letting everything out.

“You told everyone not to inform me. You didn't even tell me when you came back. Don’t you think it is important to inform me about this?” she asks, glaring straight into his eyes, her voice filled with hurt and anger.

And he… he just listens. He listens to her every word, every emotion, without missing a single thing, his eyes fixed on her face.

“Biwi kehne mein aur use biwi ka haq dene mein bahut farq hota hai, Mr. Kaalver” she says slowly, her voice trembling slightly as her eyes start burning with unshed tears.

(There is a big difference between calling someone your wife and actually giving her the rights of a wife, Mr. Kaalver)

She wants to cry now… badly. But she won’t. Not in front of him.

He takes a step toward her. “Aur aapki narazgi ki wajah?” he asks calmly.

(And the reason for your anger?)

Her eyes stop moving and lock into his. He knows…

he knows his wife. Maybe not everything but enough to understand that this is not just about the party.

Because she doesn’t care about these things.

And if she did, she would have fought with him in the morning itself instead of ignoring him the entire day.

“Who was that lady?” she asks, her voice slightly shaking but still strong. “You… talked to her… you looked at her… you ignored everyone. You never talk to anyone but you talked to her… while looking into her eyes”

She doesn’t care what he will think of her after hearing all this… she doesn’t care how it sounds. All she knows is that it is affecting her… deeply.

He grabs her wrist and starts walking toward his desk. Her eyes widen in surprise and she tries to understand what he is doing but he doesn’t say a word.

He pulls a chair for her and makes her sit on it, then turns to his computer and opens it quickly.

She looks at him, her brows slightly furrowed, while his eyes stay focused on the screen as he does something. Within seconds, he plays the same video from yesterday, the one he recorded.

Her hands tighten into fists as soon as she sees that scene again. Her jaw clenches and she turns her face away from the screen, anger and jealousy clearly visible on her face.

“Look… I am not looking into her eyes but at the mark on her right eye” he says, leaning down toward her, bringing the screen closer so she can see clearly.

She hesitates for a second, then slowly follows his gaze to where he is pointing. She blinks in realization… because he is right. He is not looking into her eyes… but at the mark near her right eye.

“And I am looking at her ring not her hand” he says again, pointing toward the ring in the video.

Sita looks closely this time, trying to understand everything properly, her breathing slowly evening out.

“She is Raze’s wife” he says calmly.

Her eyes widen instantly. She turns her face toward him and he is already looking at her. Their faces are just inches away from each other.

“H… how?” she asks slowly, her voice soft and confused because her mind feels completely blank.

“I have been searching for him from the moment I get to know about him… and I find out these things about his wife. That she has a mark on her right eye and she wears this ring which matches the one Raze wears” he says, showing her a picture of a man’s hand where the same ring is visible on his finger.

“I went to the party last night because I wanted to confirm if she is the one or not. And yes… she is his wife. I didn't talk to her, I just talked to a pawn to reach Raze. And I told everyone not to call you because I don’t want any of my enemies to set their eyes on you” he explains everything in detail, something he has never done for anyone before.

She blinks slowly, her breath hitching slightly as everything starts making sense now.

“And I didn't inform you because that was not something special… it was just my plan and I was working on it” he says, closing the screen.

She closes her eyes tightly. She curses herself in every possible way. Today, she realizes how important communication is… that sometimes we should not just talk to our subconscious but also to our husbands… i mean her husband.

He turns her chair toward him and leans down close to her face, his hands resting behind her head, trapping her gently in his space.

Only he knows the relief he is feeling right now… only he understands this strange calm settling inside him, something he never feels not even when his enemies kneel down in front of him.

His hand rises slowly and he gently moves a strand of her hair behind her ear, the same strand that is making it hard for him to focus. His touch is soft, careful… yet it sends a strange tension through the air. She looks up into his eyes, her breath slightly uneven.

“Aapko jab bhi aisa lage ki humne kuch galat kiya hai, to hume bataye ya daante us cheez ke liye” he says, holding her hand in his, his thumb slowly caressing the back of her hand.

(Whenever you feel that I have done something wrong, tell me… or scold me for it)

“Aur aapko jab bhi aisa lage ki humne aapse aapke biwi hone ka haq cheena hai to…” he says, his voice lowering as he looks deeply into her eyes, his gaze intense and searching.

(And whenever you feel that I have taken away your rights as my wife…)

“To…?” she asks softly, her voice almost a whisper as he stops speaking midway.

“To humne aapko gun to di hai… uska istemal kijiye” he says calmly.

Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes what he means. She never thought she would ever hear something like this from his mouth.

“Should I think my wife was jealous… somehow?” he asks, a small teasing smile playing on his lips.

She quickly shakes her head, almost instantly. “No… I was not jealous. And why would I be jealous?” she says, getting up from the chair and pushing him aside.

No one has ever pushed him this much… the way she does today. And he likes it....no, maybe he is obsessed with it because she touches him… even if it is just to push him away. But she does touch him.

She starts moving towards the closet but he suddenly holds her wrist and pulls her back towards him, making her land against his chest. The sudden closeness makes her breath hitch, her hands slightly trembling against him.

“Aapke alawa na kisi ko dekha hai, na dekhenge… aur na hi kisi ke baare mein sochenge. Aapki jagah koi nahi le sakta” he says sincerely, his voice steady yet filled with something deep.

(I have never looked at anyone except you and I never will… nor will i ever think about anyone else. No one can take your place)

And she… only she knows the amount of happiness, excitement and overwhelming emotions she is feeling while hearing him. It feels too much, too intense for her heart to hold.

“I would never go to another woman, never even look in that direction, to make you jealous. Because that’s not jealousy…

that’s betrayal, cheating, happening right before your eyes.

And I would burn myself to ashes before I ever disrespect you like that” he says, each word filled with sincerity, something rare in his world but never rare when it comes to her.

She feels like she might collapse right there, fall to the ground and cry everything out. Because she doesn’t just marry someone… she marries someone beyond perfect. There are no words in the entire universe to describe how he is as a husband… as a man. Her Man.

She slowly opens her mouth to say something, her lips parting slightly but then she stops herself. Her gaze drops down, her fingers curling softly.

And he… he waits. Quietly. Patiently. Watching her, waiting for her to speak.

“Kahiye” he asks softly, playing with her fingers in his hand as he leans a little closer to her.

She looks up at him and slowly bites her lower lip and that small action makes something flicker dangerously in his eyes.

“Wo…” she says, her voice hesitant as her eyes move here and there, avoiding his gaze.

“Hum sun rahe hai” he says gently and she finally looks into his eyes again.

(I am listening)

“Hume bhook lagi hai. Humne subah se kuch nahi khaya” she says quietly.

(I am hungry. I haven’t eaten anything since morning)

He blinks, slightly taken aback. He was thinking something else…khair.

“Go freshen up” he says, taking out his phone, a new one because he has already broken three in a single day… all because of the woman standing in front of him, who is now hungry.

She walks inside the closet happily, a small smile forming on her lips. And he orders the cook to send food to their room.

For the first time, he feels like he understands what it means to find peace after coming out of the mouth of death.

After having dinner, they lie on the bed. She is facing away from him and he is silently looking at her back. Both of them are wide awake, their minds restless after everything that happens today. The way it all ends… it is clear that both of them feel something for each other.

One is slowly falling in love… and the other is already madly obsessed.

She slowly turns her head towards him and he quickly closes his eyes like a thief about to get caught, almost as if closing his eyes can save him.

She turns completely towards him and moves closer, reducing the distance between them.

If as a wife I won had a face… it would definitely be Sita Zayran Kaalver.

She is fighting with herself, unsure whether she should hug him or not. She slowly lifts her hand, hesitating in the air but then places it back again.

She moves a little closer, trying to look at his face in the dim light of the room. And why wouldn’t she look at his face… when her husband is this handsome and hot? Even a blind person would die to adore him endlessly.

She closes her eyes when she fails to gather the courage to hug him and tries to sleep. On the other hand, he is getting impatient because she is not hugging him.

She is about to turn around but before she can move, he suddenly pulls her hard against his chest, making her eyes widen in shock. He wraps his arms around her tightly, holding her close. One of his hands slips under her head, while the other rests on her waist, pulling her even closer to himself.

She blinks rapidly, trying to come out of the sudden shock. Their bodies are so close… and it feels so overwhelming, so new, that only the two of them can understand it.

Slowly, her face turns completely red and she places her hand on his chest, clutching his banyan softly. Both of them fall asleep, one with a soft smile, and the other with a quiet smirk.

Why the smirk? Because the ones who create all this chaos and make his wife cry… are going to pay tomorrow.

In his way, of course.

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