Yours Ryan [Original Edition]

Chapter 9: Ryan Raichand the playboy

The sun had long since set, leaving the moon to cast its gentle glow over the city. Ryan arrived home around 11 PM, his footsteps echoing through the quiet halls. He spotted Tanya in the dining area, a serene figure in the dim light.

"Isn't she tired of this morning's drama?" he thought, shaking his head.

He started toward the staircase when Tanya called out to him.

"Ryan."

He turned, irritation flashing in his eyes. "What do you want now?"

"I've secured a job as an economics tutor. I start tomorrow," she said, ignoring his tone.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. "So?"

"Nothing. Just thought you should know. And one more thing... in the marital status column, I wrote unmarried."

Her words felt like a cold splash of water. Pain flickered in his heart, but he masked it with indifference. "Good. Finally, something sensible."

"Ryan, I prepared dinner for you. Please eat." Tanya's voice remained calm.

"Didn't you understand what I said this morning? I don't want anything from you!" he shouted, making her flinch.

"Okay." She shrugged and went to the kitchen.

Ryan watched her retreat with a frown. "I thought she would fight with me."

In the kitchen, Tanya muttered to herself, "I am a human being, his wife, not a servant. If he wants to eat, he can. If not, let him starve. It won't affect me."

She ate her dinner, trying to savor every bite despite the turmoil in her heart.

The next morning, Tanya prepared breakfast as usual. She asked Ryan to eat, but he ignored her and left for work. She felt a pang of sadness but shrugged it off and ate her breakfast alone.Taking public transport, Tanya arrived at Columbia Business School, one of New York's best universities. A wide smile spread across her face, marking the start of a new journey.

"Tanya, this is your schedule. All the best for your new venture," Mrs. Jones said warmly.

"Thank you, ma'am," Tanya replied, grinning.

On her way to her office, she bumped into a brunette around her age.

"Careful!"

"Oops! Sorry." The girl looked Tanya over. "Um... you are?"

"Hi, I'm Tanya, the new economics tutor." She introduced herself with a gentle smile.

"Oh! Hiiiii! I'm Clare Vincent. Nice to meet you," the girl said excitedly.

"Nice to meet you too."

"You're from India, right?" Clare asked.

"Yeah," Tanya replied.

"I knew it. I heard from Scarlet ma'am," Clare said with a grin.

"Oh."

"By the way, I'm a finance tutor," Clare stated, breaking Tanya's doubt.

The bell rang, interrupting their conversation.

"Tanya, let's meet after class, okay?"

"Okay."

After class, Tanya called her family, sharing her job experience.

"Yes, Mumma, everyone is good. Especially my students, they are so cooperative," Tanya said happily.

"Oh, that's great. Baccha, be careful. It's a new place. Don't trust anyone too quickly. If anything happens, inform Ryan immediately, okay?" Her mother advised.

Tanya rolled her eyes. She knew her mother was fond of her son-in-law. "Yeah, yeah, unless your son-in-law does something to me," she whispered mentally.

"Yes, Ma. I need to go now. I'll call you tonight. Bye." Tanya hung up and smiled at Clare, who ran towards her.

"Tani, let's go to the cafe. Their coffee is splendid and..." With Clare's blabbering, they walked to the cafe.

Clare ordered two cappuccinos. Tanya glanced at the magazines on the table, feeling bored. She picked one up and flipped through the pages. As she took the next one, she gasped in shock, and Clare rushed over.

"What happened, babe? Oh God! You don't know him?" Clare asked in disbelief. Tanya pretended to be dumb.

"No."

"OMG, f**k!" Clare exclaimed in horror. "Babe, he's Ryan Raichand... the King of Business. And believe me, he's the sexiest creature I've ever seen," Clare muttered dreamily. Tanya narrowed her eyes.

"Oye... he's my husband," she wanted to scream but controlled herself.

"And?" Tanya said sweetly.

"Yeah... and he's every girl's dream man. Also, he's one of the biggest playboys in the country." Tanya's jaw dropped and eyes widened.

"Did I hear 'playboy'?"

"What did you say... a playboy?" Tanya asked hesitantly, praying she heard wrong.

"Yesss! And I think he's slept with 90% of the girls in this country," Clare said nonchalantly. Tanya felt dizzy after the revelations.

"Mostly he's with international models," Clare continued.

"It's said that he has no girlfriend, but somewhere I heard he's in a relationship with Olivia Morris."

"Of course, he will... after all, she's gorgeous, has long legs... STOPPPPP!"

The cafe fell silent with Tanya's scream. Everyone glanced at her weirdly. Clare became worried and tried to hold her.

"Babe, what happened? Why are you crying?"

"I need to go," Tanya muttered blankly. Picking up her bag, she rushed out of the premises, tears streaming down her face. She felt betrayed and heartbroken. She had wished to marry a gentleman but got the biggest playboy instead.

She felt so stupid for trusting him. During their days in India, he had told her he was a big businessman but liked to keep things simple. And now, after hearing Clare's words, she just wanted to confront him.

"Ryan Raichand, you have a lot to answer for."