𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎 : 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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Ranvijay arrived at Rathore Haveli just moments ago, eager to reunite with his wife, Anvi. It had been a week since they'd seen each other, and he was desperate to hold her. He'd planned to return next week, but after hearing that Anvi was angrily talking about divorce, he rushed back to Udaipur.

As he walked into the mansion, he spotted his cousins gathered in the living room, enjoying their Saturday night together. His eyes scanned the room for her, the only person he wanted to see.

"Bhai sa, you're here? Weren't you supposed to come back next week?" Anika asked, surprised, as her gaze fell on him. Her question brought the others' attention to him as well.

"Yes, but I finished work early," he replied, still looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his Anvi.

"Oh, Anika, I'm sure he came running back after hearing bhabhi's divorce threats," Ansh teased, making the others laugh-until a glare from Ranvijay silenced them.

"Ranvijay," Aniket spoke up knowingly, "my sister is in the kitchen with Shanvi, cooking."

Ranvijay nodded, deciding to head to their room and freshen up first. He was sweaty from the trip, and he wanted to be at his best when he finally saw her.

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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Anvi was showing Shanvi how to make biryani. Suddenly, Ansh and Anika burst in, calling her name.

"Bhabhi sa! Bhabhi sa!" they yelled in unison, grabbing her attention.

"Koi tuffan aya h ky jo aise chilla rahe ho" asked, setting the spatula down.

(Is there some kind of storm? Why are you both shouting like that?)

"No storm, just... your Rana sa" Anika replied with a teasing smile. Anvi's face softened for a moment at the mention of his name, but she quickly masked it, reminding herself she was still upset with him.

"So? Why should that matter to me?" she replied, raising her eyebrows, clearly trying to hide her feelings.

"Haww, you're not happy Bhai sa is back?" Ansh asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Humse kya pharak padta hai unhe unko Jaa kar bolo wapis jaye Delhi bhoot jaldi aa gaye hai galti se" Anvi scoffed, returning to her work.

(Why would it make any difference to me? In fact, go tell him he should head right back to Delhi-clearly came back too soon)

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As dinner was served, the entire family sat down, except for Ranvijay, who hadn't come downstairs yet.

"Ansh, go call your bhai sa. He's probably upstairs romancing with his first wife again," Anvi remarked sharply.

"Ugh, Bhabhi sa, why don't you go call your husband?" Ansh whined, but the stern look Anvi gave him made him get up without another word.

"Fine i am going i dont know why everyone is behind me only" ansh muttered making everyone shook their heads at his antics but before he could go the doors to the dining hall opened, and the sound of footsteps signaled that Ranvijay had arrived. He took his place at the head of the table, but Anvi wasn't seated next to him; instead, she was sitting beside Kunal, which irked him even more.

He couldn't stop glancing at her, but she didn't look his way, not even once, making his frustration grow.

"Why did you make such spicy food? You know I don't eat this. Yet, you made it" Ranvijay said, directing a cold gaze at her. Anvi ignored him and continued eating, even offering Kunal another help.

"Anvi hum apse baat kar rahe hai Aisa khana kyu banaya hai apne" Ranvijay repeated, his voice a touch sharper, though everyone at the table remained silent, watching the tension unfold.

(I asked you a question, Anvi. Why did you make this food?)

"Can someone please tell him that we don't have magical powers to know when The Great Rana sa suddenly returns home? How was I supposed to know he'd want something else?" Anvi replied, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Well, then make a salad for me. I'd prefer that," Ranvijay said, trying to ease the tension.

"If someone can work those hands over a laptop, they can certainly make their own salad, too," she retorted, causing everyone to stifle their laughter. No one dared laugh out loud, not with Ranvijay watching.

Sighing, Ranvijay gestured to Kunal to switch seats with him. Kunal looked hesitant, but with one sharp look from Ranvijay, he complied. Ranvijay took the seat next to Anvi, but she immediately got up and left the table, her half-eaten meal abandoned.

"Bhai sa, looks like bhabhi sa is really mad this time. All the best," Ansh teased, earning himself a smack on the arm from Ranvijay.

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Ranvijay followed Anvi to their room, where he found her sitting on the swing.

"Biwi, I'm sorry. I know I made a mistake. I got caught up with work, and that's why I couldn't talk to you," he said, reaching out to touch her hand, which she quickly smacked away.

"Forgive me, please. Look, I'll even hold my ears for you," he said, kneeling down in front of her moving her face towards him with one hand

"Abhi kyu aye h aap aap jaye apne office mai hi udhar hi rahe Ghar aane ki jarurat nhi h apko" anvi said in an angry tone while not making eye contact with him.

(Why did you come now go to your office stay there only there is no need to come home)

" Maaf karde na Rani sa hume, abhi Aisa bhi julm na kare hum par, aap hi tho humara Ghar h apke Bina kaha jayenge hum" he said while doing sit ups (uthak bethak) in front of her and anvi was quick enough to stop him

(Forgive me please rani sa, now at least font punish me like this you are my home only where should i go now without you?)

"Aap aise na kar ke humare upper paap mat chadaye khade ho jaye"anvi said while holding his hand and stopping him.

(Please don't put this guilt on me; just stand up)

"Then say you forgive me. Just look me in the eyes and say it," he said, his hand gently lifting her chin, urging her to meet his gaze.

"Fine, I forgive you. Happy now?" Anvi muttered, finally looking up, though a part of her was still trying to hold back a smile. She'd missed him just as much but was determined not to let him off too easily.

"Hayee apki sundar ankhe dekhne baad jaan m jaan ayi h humari"he said, placing a hand over his heart, making her blush.

(Hayeee, Now that I see those beautiful eyes forgiving me, I feel whole again)

"Let's go eat. I made a special dish just for you," she said knowing very well how much he hated masale daar khana and her small gesture made him feel special he thought she would forget about him.

"I missed you, jaan," he whispered, while getting up and lifting her onto his lap, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you more," she replied, burying her face into his neck, breathing in his scent.

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