𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
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"What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet.
"Kabir...
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FEW MONTHS LATER
The opulent Oberoi Mansion, usually bustling with the quiet hum of unseen helpers, stood strangely still. A once-a-month occurrence, today was staff leave day, leaving only Aisha, Akshita, and Maanya to handle the grand household. The weight of the situation settled on Aisha's shoulders as she deftly kneaded dough, flour dusting her golden saree like a celestial shimmer. Her hair, usually cascading down her back, was secured in a practical updo, a testament to the whirlwind morning.
Suddenly, a frantic voice shattered the peaceful rhythm. Kabir, his white shirt straining against a broad chest, three gold chains gleaming in the sharp morning light, barged into the room. "Jaan meri blue file kaha hai?" he roared, his impatience evident. The urgency in his voice was a stark contrast to the playful morning forehead kiss that was conspicuously absent.
(My love, where is my blue file?)
Aisha whirled around, exasperation etched on her flour-dusted face. "Kya hua?" she managed, her voice a touch strained. Kabir, running late for a crucial meeting, was oblivious to the silent chaos his disarray had caused. Papers spilled from his study on the balcony like a fallen snowstorm, clothes lay discarded on the plush bed, a testament to his frantic search.
(What happened?)
"He Bhagwan," Aisha sighed dramatically, her hands instinctively reaching for her already overflowing workload. "Ye kya haal kar diya hai aapne kamre ka?" she questioned, exasperation lacing her voice. The spilled documents only added to the growing mountain of tasks before her.
(Oh god, what did you do to the room?)
Kabir, oblivious to his wife's struggle, merely brushed it off. "Ye sab choro, meri blue file dhundho abhi, mujhe kaam hai, Aisha," he demanded, his tone leaving much to be desired.
(Leave all this, find me my blue file, I have work)
Aisha's frustration bubbled over. "Hum use karte hain kya file? Apko pata hona chahiye na kahan hai?" she retorted, the unfairness of the situation stinging. Here she was, single-handedly managing the household, and he couldn't even keep track of his own file.
(Do I use the file? You should know where you kept it)
The room crackled with unspoken tension. Kabir, sensing his escalating tone, simply muttered a frustrated "Fine" before grabbing his blazer and storming out, leaving Aisha on the verge of tears. It felt like a small thing, the missing kiss, but in the grand scheme of a chaotic day, it represented a deeper disconnect, a missed opportunity for connection. Perhaps, she thought, with a sigh, she was overreacting. But somewhere, a tiny seed of doubt had been planted.
AT OBEROI ENTERPRISES
The air crackled with nervous energy in Kabir's office. Malishka, a striking woman with a sharp mind, tapped her perfectly manicured nails against a stack of files. "Kabir, did you review the contract?" she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of impatience.
