WARNING : Abuse and trigger scenes present. Read with risk and get ready for an emotional suspense thriller journey with tissue boxes
[Started on 2020, Rewritten and Republished on 2024]
"I married you, but that doesn't mean you can control my life...
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After a lengthy conversation with Swetha Singhania, Kritika made her way back to her room, her mind buzzing with plans and determination. As she entered, she found Aditya sprawled across the bed, his deep slumber evident.
With a determined gleam in her eyes, Kritika settled onto the nearby couch, her gaze fixed on Aditya's serene face.
"Just wait, Mr. Singhania. From tomorrow onward, you won't be able to sleep peacefully. I'll make sure of that," she murmured to herself, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Kritika was bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast, eagerly awaiting Aditya's inevitable outburst.
True to form, within moments, Aditya's voice reverberated through the mansion in a booming scream, sending shivers down everyone's spines. "KRITIKAAAA....
With an innocent expression plastered on her face, Kritika hurried out of the kitchen, only to come face to face with a furious Aditya, positioned at the top of the stairs.
"Why are you screaming so early in the morning, Aditya?" Gautam inquired, attempting to diffuse the tension. Ignoring his father's question, Aditya's gaze bore into Kritika, his eyes ablaze with anger.
"Come with me to the room," he commanded in an authoritative tone.
"But I'm in the middle of making breakfast. I'll come after I'm done," Kritika replied politely, her tone unwavering.
"You can make breakfast later. Come with me now," Aditya insisted, his glare unwavering.
"But—" Kritika began, only to be cut off as Aditya grabbed her arm and dragged her towards their room.
Once inside, Aditya rounded on Kritika, his anger palpable.
"How dare you touch my wardrobe? How dare you?" he seethed, his face contorted with rage as he loomed over her.
Kritika closed her eyes briefly, bracing herself for his outburst, before meeting his gaze with a calm expression.
"Finished," she scoffed, her defiance only serving to stoke Aditya's fury further.
"Before you start shouting again, let me explain. Yesterday, Ma asked if I had space in your cupboard for my belongings. I accidentally admitted that I'd been keeping everything in my bag because I felt awkward using your cupboard. She ordered me to use it, warning that she'd check. So, I did. You're the one who told me not to give anyone reason to doubt our relationship, and I acted accordingly," Kritika explained matter-of-factly.
Aditya listened intently, scrutinizing her for any signs of deception.
"If you have any doubts, you can ask Ma," she added, her gaze steady.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Aditya relented.
"Fine, I believe you," he conceded, surprising Kritika.
"You believe me? Wow," she exclaimed incredulously.
"Stop with the theatrics and come with me," Aditya said, walking towards his wardrobe, with Kritika trailing behind him.
"Listen carefully. This side is mine, and the rest is yours. Got it?" Aditya instructed, allocating only a quarter of the wardrobe to Kritika.
"Are you serious? I have more stuff than you do. I need more space," Kritika protested.
"I don't care. Take it or leave it," Aditya retorted before storming out of the room.
Kritika couldn't contain her joy as she realized she'd succeeded in her first attempt.
"I won! I won! But how did he believe me?" she mused, her mind already racing with plans for the next phase of her mission.
As Kritika served breakfast to everyone, she couldn't help but steal glances at Aditya, her mind whirring with anticipation. Suddenly, Aditya began coughing, drawing everyone's attention. Without missing a beat, Kritika rushed to his side, patting his back gently.
Their eyes met briefly, and an unspoken understanding passed between them before the moment was interrupted.
"What happened, Adi?" Swetha inquired, concern etched on her face.
"It's nothing, Mom. Um, who made this palak curry?" Aditya deflected, his gaze fixed on Kritika.
"Your wife did, Adi," Maheshwati replied with a smile.
"She made it with love, Adi. She loves you so much," Swetha chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Aditya glanced at Kritika, who returned his gaze with an innocent smile, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"What's wrong, patidev? Don't you like it?" Kritika asked innocently. Aditya choked on his saliva upon hearing the term "patidev."
"This girl is planning something. Let's play along," Aditya thought, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"No, Kritu, I like this a lot. Thank you," Aditya said, pinching her cheeks, causing her eyes to bulge out from their sockets.
"But I would be really happy if you also tried my favorite dish. Here, take this," Aditya said, offering her the bowl of palak curry.
"No, no. I don't need it. It's your favorite, isn't it?" Kritika replied, faking a smile and scrunching her nose, knowing full well what ingredients she had added to it.
"Beta, please have some for your husband. He will be happy," Maheshwati interjected.
"Yes, daadi is correct. Here you go," Aditya said, pouring half the amount of curry onto her plate, leaving her shocked.
"Now eat," he commanded. Kritika nodded and hesitantly dipped a piece of chapati into the curry, shoving it into her mouth and palming her lips to hide her disgusted expression from the others.
"It's really good. I liked it," Kritika said, struggling to control her urge to vomit.
"Yeah, I knew that," Aditya replied, giving her his ultimate smirk, signaling that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Don't play with fire, little squirrel," Aditya whispered in her ear. Kritika shot him a glare and cursed him under her breath.
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