Reyansh and Naina's evening at La Grande Boucherie unfolded with a touch of luxury and a dash of playful banter. As they stepped into the opulent dining space, Naina couldn't help but be taken aback by the grandeur that enveloped them. She leaned in close to Reyansh, her voice a hushed whisper tinged with awe, "This place is quite expensive, Reyansh."
With a confident chuckle, Reyansh reassured her, "Your husband is wealthy, Naina." His words brought a shy smile to her face, and together they approached the receptionist. Naina noticed the receptionist's gaze lingering a tad too long on Reyansh, which prompted her to assertively request, "I would like a table for me and my husband," placing a subtle emphasis on 'husband' to stake her claim.
The receptionist, catching the hint, promptly guided them to their table. Reyansh, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Naina, who gracefully took her seat before he joined her.
As they perused the menu, Naina gasped at the prices, "Goodness, $30 for a pasta?" She quickly pulled out her phone to convert the price and exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my, ₹2500 for a bowl of pasta? That's exceedingly pricey."
Reyansh, with a soothing tone, calmed her, "Relax, my love. We've been gifted a complimentary dinner by a client, so whatever we indulge in tonight is essentially on the house."
With raised eyebrows, Naina ordered both pasta and pizza for herself, while Reyansh opted for a pizza. As they waited, Reyansh inquired, "So, how much have you enjoyed America?"
Naina's eyes lit up with the memories, "I loved it. I had never been here before, nor had I ever imagined visiting. Thank you so much, Reyansh."
Reyansh's smile widened as he gently reminded her, "But work begins tomorrow, and we'll be in the office from 8 to 6." Naina nodded in agreement, "That's fine by me. Besides, I've noticed how the women here can't seem to take their eyes off you."
Their laughter mingled with the ambiance as their pizzas arrived, and they savored their meal. Afterward, they strolled back to their penthouse.
Reyansh shared the evening's memories with a post on Instagram, tagging Naina, who smiled warmly upon seeing it.
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Later, Naina playfully insisted, "Reyansh, please, I want to watch 'Fighter'." Reyansh initially refused but eventually relented with a simple, "Fine, watch it."
Naina seized the remote and started the movie. Reyansh, amused, opened his laptop to prepare for the next day's work.
Glancing at the clock, which read 11:59 pm, he urged, "Naina, it's already midnight. We need to rise early tomorrow."
With a pout, Naina turned off the TV and followed Reyansh to their bedroom. After slipping into her pajamas and completing her skincare routine, she joined Reyansh in bed. Finding him already asleep, she nestled her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him. In his slumber, Reyansh instinctively embraced her, completing their perfect end to the day.
Naina's day began with a jolt as her alarm blared insistently. She groggily silenced it, her mind racing to catch up with the sudden wakefulness. The morning routine unfolded mechanically: a brisk shower, the search for the perfect formal attire. Today, she settled on a tailored suit in a soft, dusty rose color. The suit's lines were impeccable, and it hugged her frame just right. A crisp white blouse peeked out from the lapels, creating a classic contrast. White heels adorned her feet, and a matching handbag swung from her shoulder, adding an elegant touch to the ensemble.
As she stood before the mirror, Naina secured her mangalsutra around her neck, its delicate gold chain a symbol of her marital bond. A pinch of sindhoor adorned her hair parting, a tradition she held dear. Her wavy hair cascaded down her back, and she opted for minimal makeup, allowing her natural beauty to shine through.
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Downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the kitchen. Naina prepared two mugs, one for herself and one for Reyansh. He appeared, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and grinned. "Ready?" he asked, and she nodded, grabbing her laptop bag.
They stepped out into the crisp morning air, the city awakening around them. The drive to the New York office was punctuated by comfortable silence, their intertwined fingers speaking volumes. Reyansh's presence was both grounding and exhilarating, a reminder of their shared journey.
Inside the office, Reyansh's announcement echoed through the corridors. "Everyone, please welcome the Head Designer and my wife, Mrs. Naina Singhaniya." Naina's heart swelled with pride as smiles and curious glances followed her. Some employees knew of their relationship, while others were caught off guard. A few whispered among themselves, their expressions ranging from shock to admiration.
Naina settled into her cabin, the hum of creativity filling the space. Doubts crept in, and she found herself standing outside Reyansh's office. Through the slightly ajar door, she overheard a conversation that made her blood boil. "Seriously, Rey? You married an Indian? She literally has no standards to match you," someone scoffed.
Before she could retreat, another voice cut in. "Look, Ms. Jackson, mind your tongue. I am not Rey; I am Reyansh. I married an Indian because I am an Indian, and my wife exceeds all my standards."
Naina's heart swelled with gratitude. But fate had more in store. Stacy Jackson, a venomous colleague, emerged, taunting Naina. "You woman! Claiming to be Reyansh Singhaniya's wife? Pathetic. He doesn't love you; he loves me."
In a cruel twist, Stacy yanked Naina's mangalsutra from her neck. Naina's cry of protest echoed through the hallway. Reyansh materialized, fury etched on his face. "Stacy Jackson, how dare you?" he thundered.
Stacy smirked. "She's no longer your wife, Reyansh. This necklace is no longer around her neck." Naina's tears blurred her vision.
Reyansh snatched the mangalsutra back, his voice cold. "Ms. Jackson, consider yourself fired." He led Naina to their cabin, where she collapsed into his arms, her sobs consuming her. Reyansh held her tightly, whispering reassurances. "Shh...calm down, my love."
She lifted her tear-streaked face. "Promise you'll never leave me," she pleaded.
His gaze bore into hers. "Promise, baby. I will never, ever leave you."
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