Abeer Malhotra , a 6'2 male with bossy attitude and arrogance is the CEO of famous multimillionaire company Malhotra industries and corporations and King of Rajasthan .He is short tempered and egoistic manner sometimes even scares his beloved famil...
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Mehek opened her eyes, struggling to orient herself in the unfamiliar surroundings of the Malhotra Mansion. The memories of her disastrous wedding flooded back, a torrent of emotions crashing over her like a wave. She turned to see Abeer, her new husband, sprawled across the king-sized bed. His muscular back was exposed, half-covered by the plush comforter, and for a moment, she couldn't help but admire the stark contrast of his strength against the softness of the bedding.
Sighing, she glanced at the ornate clock on the wall—it was 7 PM. A heavy sense of dread settled in her stomach; it was time to face her first day in this vast, imposing mansion. She quickly picked out a simple yet elegant outfit, determined to maintain a semblance of her own identity amidst the chaos that had become her life.
His POV
Abeer stirred awake to the sound of a gentle thud, his vision still blurred as he tried to focus on the feminine figure in the room. Memories of the previous night flashed through his mind—he had married Mehek, the sister of the woman he had originally intended to wed. A deep scowl creased his face as he recalled the forced circumstances.
It was all so absurd. This marriage felt more like a business arrangement than a union of love. As long as Mehek respected his boundaries and adhered to the invisible walls he intended to maintain, he would be just fine.
"Aap taiyar hokar niche aa jaiye, hum niche hain," Mehek called out, her voice sweet but firm.
He barely registered her beauty, dressed in a stunning red salwar kameez, adorned with golden jhumkas that caught the light just right. The sight of the vermillion in her hairline sent a jolt through him, an unexpected reminder of the responsibility now resting on his shoulders. But as soon as she left, he dismissed it, returning to his internal monologue.
Her POV
After hastily drying her hair, Mehek exited the room, her clumsiness inadvertently waking Abeer. A wave of nervousness washed over her as she felt his gaze burning into her back. She glanced at him, but he remained lost in thought, leaving her to wonder what was going through his mind.
As she adorned herself with jewelry and applied minimal makeup, she couldn't help but feel the weight of the vermillion in her hair, a symbol of her new status. She had told Abeer to come downstairs, but the moment she saw him deep in contemplation, she chose to leave before he could respond.
Making her way downstairs, Mehek found the kitchen and the drawing room eerily empty. It felt unsettling, like stepping into a vast hall of silence. Just as she was about to question the emptiness, Reena, her personal maid, appeared.
"Koi utha nahi ab tak?" Mehek asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
Reena bowed respectfully. "Nahi, ma'am. Aaj sirf aap hi hain jo itna jaldi uth gayi hain. Yahaan sab log hafte ke sirf 2 din milkar khate hain."
Mehek frowned at the notion. "Thik hai, main sab bana deti hun," she declared with determination, her tone leaving little room for negotiation.
Reena's eyes widened, and she quickly interjected, "Nahi nahi, ma'am, humare yahaan aisa nahi hota. Sab log busy hote hain na?"
Undeterred, Mehek replied, "Aaj humari pehli rasoi hai. I will prepare food."
Seeing Reena's hesitance, she softened slightly. "Just help me, please."
Reena nodded, her tension easing slightly as they moved around the kitchen. Mehek found solace in the rhythmic motions of cooking, chopping vegetables, and stirring spices. It felt oddly comforting, a piece of normalcy in her otherwise tumultuous life.
Once the dishes were prepared, she set the dining table, a flicker of pride igniting within her. She had put her heart into the meal, hoping to create a warm atmosphere despite the coldness that hung over the household.
As she waited for the family to gather, her mind raced with anxiety and curiosity about what lay ahead. Would they even appreciate her efforts?
Moments later, Abeer descended the staircase, his expression unreadable. He glanced at the dining table, then turned to her, his eyes revealing nothing. "What's all this?" he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and indifference.
Mehek took a deep breath, steadied by a rush of determination. "I wanted to make my first meal as your Ranasa."
Abeer raised an eyebrow, surprised but slightly impressed. "Let's see if it's edible then," he replied, attempting to inject some levity into the air.
They both sat down, the silence between them thick and heavy. With every bite, Mehek stole glances at Abeer, searching for a sign of approval. He chewed thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth hinting at a reluctant smile.
"Well, it's not terrible," he finally said, and despite herself, Mehek felt a spark of joy.
"Just wait until I really get into it," she replied, a playful challenge in her tone.
His POV
Abeer couldn't deny that Mehek had surprised him. She was resilient, unwilling to be crushed by the weight of their situation. He found himself wondering just how long that spirit would last. Would she eventually break under the pressure of his icy demeanor?
With the meal finished, he stood up, signaling the end of their meager dinner. "Thank you," he said, the words escaping him unexpectedly.
Mehek blinked in surprise but simply nodded. "You're welcome, Ranasa."
In that moment, Abeer saw a flicker of defiance in her eyes, a strength he hadn't anticipated. Perhaps this contract would be more complicated than he had initially thought.
Author's Note
This new beginning was just that—a beginning. What lay ahead for both Mehek and Abeer was a tangled web of emotions, misunderstandings, and unexpected bonds
