His Unloved Bride | COMPLETED ✓

✿ EPILOGUE ✿

Bonus chapter from Agastya's POV is up on scrollstack.

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ALAIA

"Thank you for having me here, Mayank. Now that I see so many young people attending my baking classes, this all feels surreal. Truth to be told, I didn't have a dream when I was of your age. I always loved baking but not for once thought of pursuing it as my dream. Maybe because, I wasn't given the benifits of doubt about choosing my dreams. I met Mayank back when I was twenty five, I used to watch his YouTube videos and eventually we became good friends. I'm glad that he invited me to teach you all in his baking school. We'd learn together and enjoy this session. Okay?" I said, introducing myself to the students.

And after that, I began with the sessions.

Once I was done, I glanced at the clock on the wall and almost facepalmed myself. It's already late.

I sat inside the car and asked the driver to drive a little faster. Adya was asleep in the morning when I had to go to my bakery and after that in the evening, I've to teach in Mayank's school. I'm in this field from so long that sometimes I wish that why didn't I start from the very beginning? But then today when my pictures are all over the magazines and my bakery has been awarded by multiple entities and not to forget the long queue infront of my shop. I've came way too far.

Now when I meet Agastya's business partners, he need not to introduce me as his wife. The whole world already knows that Alaia Singhania is wife of the Billionaire Agastya Singhania.

It's feels good to know that I've an identity of myself. That I'm a renowned baker and a florist.

I rushed to the bedroom and the second my eyes flickered on Agastya and Adya, I take out my phone and secretly clicked their picture.

Kissing on my phone screen, I stood at the same place and gushed over the scene infront of me.

Adya lay down next to Agastya with her head resting on his arms. They both are watching cartoon on the TV and the way Agastya's attention is on the screen, I feel the flutter in my belly.

"My baby is watching cartoons, huh?" I said to our two years old who beamed in happiness once she sees me.

She jumped into my arms and showered my face with kisses.

"What about Daddy, Adya?" He said, frowning.

"Don't be jealous, Agastya. You spent whole of your day with her. Offcourse, my little munchkin must've missed me." I stuck my tongue at him.

"Alaia, don't you think that I deserve atleast one kiss?" Agastya spoke and in no minute, he gets up from the bed and placed a kiss on my cheeks. "How was your day?" He brushed the hair away from my forehead and smiled at me, lovingly.

"Tiring but good." I replied.

"Do you need some help to release your tiredness?" He leaned closer to me and then whispered into my ear. "I promise I'll be gentle."

My face turned red and I quickly pushed him away. "Agastya, I've told you many a times that Adya is growing up, stop being shameless."

"It's been a week." He shrugged.

I knitted my brows in confusion but then he typed something on his phone and send me a text.

After putting Adya on the bed, I checked my phone and God— this man.

It's been a week since I've been inside you, Mrs. Singhania. A whole fucking week.

I rolled my eyes to hide my embarrassment. "You better learn to behave or else I'm going to invite your friends for dinner. I'll bake sour cookies for them."