Mr Husband Work Hard

Siya Rastogi is banned?

Amongst the darkness, Payal and the others couldn't see Moksh at all. All they could do was stand around with faces full of resentment as they used all types of insults to complain about Pratiksha. From his hidden position, Moksh watched their helpless expressions as the corners of his mouth slightly curved up. How dare they insult his wife...if he hadn't heard, it wouldn't have mattered...but since he heard it...

...then...

...luck must not be on their side...

In the dark, Moksh picked up his phone and made a call to Kunal, "Help me find out which agency Siya Rastogi works for."

"Yes, president!" Kunal answered swiftly.

Before leaving the US, he definitely needed to leave something behind for Siya Rastogi. After all, she had done so much to Pratiksha, including tricking her into coming all the way here to be Payal's stepping stone. He thought about it, what he was about to do was after Pratiksha had already won her battle against them, so it wouldn't be considered as interfering in her business, right?

Amongst the bright and colorful celebration dinner, Pratiksha maintained her smile as she mixed with the guests and reporters. As she didn't want Moksh to wait too long, she said she wasn't feeling well as an excuse and left the dinner midway, taking Nancy and Sudiksha with her.

After walking out of the main entrance of the hotel, Pratiksha successfully spotted Moksh amidst the darkness. This man, who was the center of attention, always seemed to disregard his own identity and wait for her amongst various hidden corners. Nancy and Sudiksha didn't want to be lightbulbs so they took their own taxi back to the manor, leaving Pratiksha on her own to board Moksh's car.

Moksh watched as Pratiksha approached. Seeing her shoulders were still exposed, he quickly removed his suit jacket and placed it on her, "Didn't you think of asking Sudiksha to prepare a jacket for you when you left the manor this morning?"

"If I had asked Sudiksha to prepare one, would I still have had the chance to wear this jacket that contains your warmth?" Pratiksha smiled, before continuing, "President Khurana's jacket can't simply be worn by anyone."

Moksh was completely defeated by her as he caringly held onto her icy cold hands and helped her into the car, "Let's go home..."

Upon returning to the manor, the whole place had been transformed. The bedroom was covered with fresh flowers and fragrant candles were lit throughout the entire house.

Moksh hugged Pratiksha from behind as he placed a kiss on her back, "This is to celebrate you returning with glory..."

"These past few days, you haven't had a proper night's rest. Since we finally had a day off..." – Pratiksha's voice sounded a little choked up – "...why didn't you get some rest? We will be flying home tomorrow. After that, you will be busy again..."

"If you feel guilty, then why don't you give me a massage later?"

Pratiksha looked around as she enjoyed the fragrance. She grabbed onto Moksh's arm and pushed him onto the bed. Then, with the essential oils she got from Sudiksha, she poured some into her hand and gently pressed against Moksh's back. Moksh's body had always been worth mentioning, as it had always been built and firm, however, because of the demanding work he had been doing over the past few days, his muscles had become extra tense. Pratiksha was a bit upset; ever since marrying Moksh, it seemed she hadn't spent much time taking care of his health.

"I will reflect on this..." Pratiksha reminded herself.

"Huh?" Moksh didn't know what she wanted to reflect on, so he made a questioning sound.