~ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 || 𝟏𝟖+ [ On Hold ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

Mahi picked up her clothes from the bed and asked Ahaan, "Where should I put my clothes?"

While drying his hair, Ahaan replied, "Go to the closet room. There's an empty corner on the right side; you can keep your clothes there for now."

Mahi nodded and headed to the closet room. She glanced at the right-side corner and found some empty space. First, she placed her wedding dress there and then cleverly hid her gun and knife underneath it.

After exiting the closet room, Mahi found Ahaan seated on the sofa, having dried his hair, engrossed in reading files.

Mahi approached him and said, "Dinner!"

Without looking up, Ahaan responded, "I told Mom. She said Mohit uncle would send it to the room."

Mahi nodded, then moved to the bed with her phone, shoving aside the rose petals scattered across it before sitting down.

Ahaan set aside his files and addressed her, "Listen."

Mahi glanced up from her phone, giving him her attention.

Ahaan continued, "You should go shopping tomorrow. In the evening, I’ll clear one side of the closet room for your things."

Mahi replied, "Okay," and resumed scrolling on her phone.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Mohit uncle, come in," Ahaan called out.

Mohit uncle, a longtime servant of the Rathore family, who had become a part of their family, entered, placed the food on the table, and then left.

After a long journey, Mahi was starving. She went to the table and began eating without a second thought for Ahaan.

Ahaan observed her, thinking, "This girl really has no manners."

He also got up, approached the table, and had just put a spoonful of rice in his mouth when he noticed Mahi standing up, done with her meal.

Ahaan looked at her in surprise and asked, "You’re finished?"

Mahi nodded, replying, "Hm," and started to walk away. Ahaan stopped her, asking, "Where are you going?"

Frustrated by Ahaan's incessant questions, Mahi snapped, "Now that I've finished eating, am I supposed to hold the plate forever? I'm going to put it in the kitchen."

With that, she left for downstairs. Ahaan watched her in disbelief, his mouth agape.

He muttered to himself, "Everyone in Delhi fears me, and look at this girl—ever since she arrived, I’ve been insulted. What’s happened to me? I’m silently taking everything she throws at me. Where’s my anger? Why isn’t it coming out? Oh God."

Downstairs:

Mahi placed her plate in the washbasin and turned to leave but spotted Ahaan approaching to do the same. He entered the kitchen, set his plate in the washbasin, and looked at Mahi for a moment before she silently returned to the room.

Mahi shook off the rose petals from the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and went to sleep. When Ahaan entered the room, he rolled his eyes in irritation at seeing Mahi sprawled across his bed.

He closed the door and moved to her, saying, "Mahi, get up."

Mahi opened her eyes and replied, "Go sleep on the sofa; I’ll transfer one crore to your bank account tomorrow."

Ahaan rolled his eyes again, responding, "I don’t want one crore; I just want to sleep peacefully on the bed."

Mahi smirked and said, "Peace?! Your peace is on leave from your life for six months."
( sukoon ?! Tumhara sukoon to abhi 6 mahine ke liye chutti par he tumhari zindegi se)

With that, Mahi turned over and fell asleep again, occupying the entire bed.

Ahaan felt like crying over his misfortune. He grabbed his pillow from the bed and lay down on the sofa.

For a muscular man like Ahaan, the sofa was far too small. He muttered to himself, "Mrs. Mahi Ahaan Rathod, today was your day. Starting tomorrow, it will be mine—just wait and see." A devilish smirk crept onto his face.

So, what will happen next?

To be continued...