Book #1 of psychopath series
She's soft for the one who deserves but for 𝖍𝖎𝖒 she's just his little psychotic wifey!
"you killed him? Seriously?"
"Yes darling, so what?"
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"I swear you'...
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After a much-needed nap, I finally dragged myself out of my room. God, today had been exhausting. And now, with the wedding just two days away, I had to pick out my jewellery. Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood, but it had to be done.
As I passed Mr. Shah’s room, I heard a commotion. Not wanting to intrude, I quickened my steps and made my way downstairs.
“Oh look who’s here! Come, Nandini bahu, sit here,” Parth’s nani called out warmly, patting the seat beside her.
I smiled politely and settled next to her.
Anika aunty soon placed what felt like thirty pieces of jewellery in front of me. Seriously? How was I supposed to choose from all of these?
“Aunty, I don’t know... you pick something. They’re all beautiful,” I admitted, overwhelmed.
“See how mannerless she is? Instead of selecting something, she’s acting like a brat,” came that shrill, unwelcome voice.
Oh, how badly I wanted to respond. But alas, I couldn’t. After all, she was my to-be mother-in-law.
“Ahh, Kaamini, sit quietly,” Dadu shushed her, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Nandini, choose whatever you like,” Shivaay uncle said kindly.
I nodded and began sorting through the sets when the sound of clicking shoes caught my attention. Looking up, I saw Bhai, Vishal, and SK walking toward us.
Vishal gently tapped my head. “Our princess is picking her wedding jewellery and we weren’t invited? Unacceptable!”
I laughed, feeling a sudden warmth in my chest.
“Umm… Nandini… actually…” Bhai hesitated, holding a box in his hand.
“Bhai, say it,” I urged.
He took a breath. “It’s a necklace and a bangle. Mom wanted you to have it, and I—”
His voice faded as I stared at the box, my eyes welling up. No. Not now. I couldn’t break down in front of everyone.
But Bhai understood. He quickly tried to set the box aside, sensing my struggle. Still, it was too late. A lone tear escaped before I could stop it.
“Hey, hey, Nandini… I’m so sorry, bachcha. Please don’t cry. Mom told me to give it to you. But it’s okay, you don’t have to take it,” he said gently.
And that was it. The last ounce of my control slipped away. I broke down, clinging to my brother as sobs wracked my body.
“Sshh, bachcha… calm down, beta,” he whispered.
Hiccuping, I took a glass of water from one of the helpers nearby, who had rushed to offer it when he saw me crying. Ugh. Now I felt even more embarrassed. The entire Oberoi family was looking at me like I was a child.
