CHAPTER30 [PROBLEM]
The phone vibrates again.
Zayan Calling...
Aarohi's fingers freeze for a second.
She glances at Vihaan.
He's looking at her now.
Not working anymore.
Watching.
Silently.
Aarohi quickly puts the phone on silent.
Trying to ignore it.
But again-
The phone lights up.
Zayan Calling...
This time, she's about to pick it up-
But before she can-
Vihaan stands up.
Walks straight to her.
And snatches the phone from her hand.
But it's too late.
He answers the call.
Before the person on the other side can even speak-
Vihaan's voice cuts through-
"Dobara call kiya na..."
(If you call again...)
His tone turns ice-cold-
"Toh aadhe ghante ke andar tumhari laash milegi."
(Then within half an hour, your dead body will be found.)
And he disconnects.
The room falls silent.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Aarohi looks at him-shocked.
His eyes-
Red with anger.
Dark with something far more dangerous.
He takes a step toward her.
Aarohi instinctively steps back.
Then another step.
And another-
Until-
Her back hits the wall.
No way out.
Vihaan closes the distance.
Grabs her waist.
Pulls her toward himself.
Hard.
"Tum meri biwi ho..."
(You are my wife...)
His grip tightens-
"Aur mujhe bilkul pasand nahi hai ki tum kisi aur se baat karo."
(And I absolutely don't like you talking to anyone else.)
Aarohi struggles against him.
"Pehle chhodo mujhe..."
(First, let me go...)
Her voice rises-
"Main koi trophy nahi hoon... jo tumhari hoon!"
(I am not a trophy that belongs to you!)
Her eyes burn with anger-
"Koi cheez nahi hoon... insaan hoon main!"
(I'm not an object... I'm a human!)
Vihaan's expression doesn't soften.
Not even a little.
"Mujhe farak nahi padta."
(I don't care.)
His voice is calm... but terrifying-
"Tum kisi se bhi baat nahi karogi."
(You will not talk to anyone.)
He leans slightly closer-
"Mere patience ka test mat lo..."
(Don't test my patience...)
"Warna aage jo hoga... uski zimmedar tum khud hogi."
(Otherwise, whatever happens next... you'll be responsible.)
Aarohi glares at him.
"Dhamki de rahe ho, Mr. Singhania?"
(Are you threatening me, Mr. Singhania?)
A dangerous smirk appears on his lips.
"Main dhamki nahi deta, Mrs. Singhania..."
(I don't give threats, Mrs. Singhania...)
He leans even closer-
Uncomfortably close.
"Main karke dikhata hoon."
(I prove it.)
His face moves toward hers.
His warm breath brushes against her skin.
Aarohi's breath catches.
Her heartbeat loses rhythm.
She tries to push him away-
But it's useless.
His hold is too strong.
Too controlling.
Too close.
And for the first time-
Not just fear-
But something confusing...
Starts building between them.
As Vihaan moves closer again, Aarohi quickly turns her face away.
Trying to create distance.
Trying to protect herself.
"Chhodo mujhe... tumhe ek baar mein samajh nahi aata?"
(Leave me... don't you understand in one go?)
But instead of letting go-
Vihaan pulls her even closer.
"Chhodne ke liye thodi pakda hai..."
(I didn't hold you to let you go...)
Before Aarohi can react-
He gently places a kiss on her forehead.
Not forceful.
Not rough.
But unexpected.
Warm.
And that's what shocks her the most.
Aarohi freezes completely.
Her body stiff.
Her breath stuck.
For a moment-
She doesn't even react.
Vihaan steps back, leaving her there.
"Ab so jao..."
(Now go to sleep...)
His tone returns to normal.
"Kal se hospital bhi jaana hai tumhe."
(You have to go to the hospital from tomorrow.)
Aarohi is still standing there.
Processing.
"What just... happened?" her mind races.
Then his voice pulls her back.
Reality hits again.
She clenches her fists slightly.
"Control, Aarohi..." she tells herself.
"Tum iske saamne kamzor nahi pad sakti."
(You can't be weak in front of him.)
She quickly goes, changes, and lies down on the bed.
But sleep?
Nowhere close.
Her thoughts won't stop.
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After a while-
Vihaan also comes and lies down.
Silence fills the room again.
But Aarohi suddenly gets up.
Walks to the couch.
And lies down there.
Keeping distance.
Clear distance.
Vihaan notices.
Within seconds-
He gets up.
Walks to her.
And without asking-
Lifts her in his arms.
Aarohi is shocked.
"Yeh kya kar rahe ho, Mr. Singhania? Neeche utaro mujhe!"
(What are you doing, Mr. Singhania? Put me down!)
But he doesn't listen.
He walks straight to the bed-
And places her there.
Before she can get up-
He leans over her slightly.
Not too close.
But enough to stop her.
A smirk appears on his face.
"Kyu, Mrs. Singhania... control nahi kar paa rahi ho?"
(What happened, Mrs. Singhania... can't control yourself?)
Aarohi glares at him.
"Kitne besharam ho tum..."
(You're so shameless...)
She pushes slightly-
"Hato mere upar se... main tumhare saath nahi soungi."
(Move away... I won't sleep with you.)
This time-
Vihaan steps aside.
But immediately pulls her toward his side of the bed.
Holding her firmly-but not hurting.
"So jao."
(Sleep.)
Aarohi struggles again.
"Chhodo mujhe, Mr. Singhania!"
(Leave me, Mr. Singhania!)
Vihaan sighs slightly.
"Meri pyari biwi..."
(My dear wife...)
His tone calm, controlled-
"Haath-pair maarne ka koi fayda nahi hai..."
(Struggling won't help...)
Then more firmly-
"Chup chaap so jao."
(Just go to sleep quietly.)
Aarohi stops struggling.
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