Happier Than Ever

Chapter 17

AUTHOR'S POV

"Tara, you have been working for the past eight hours. Stop now," Rudra commanded sternly, but Tara's fingers didn't stop.

"Let me complete this algorithm," Tara replied for the fifth time in the past hour. Rudra sighed.

"I didn't know my wife was such a workaholic," he remarked, looking at her laptop, where the codes were dancing on the screen, fascinating him too.

"You don't know much about me, patidev," Tara responded with a smile, her gaze never lifting from the laptop.

"I would love to know more about you, then," Rudra retorted, rolling his eyes and taking a seat back in front of her. They were only separated by a table.

He leaned back in the chair, his right leg crossed royally over his left. His gaze was fixed on her as he sat there staring at her.

"You are making me feel anxious," Tara admitted, licking her lips but still not moving her gaze from the laptop screen.

"But I didn't do anything," Rudra protested, scratching his chin with his index finger.

"You—"

A knock interrupted them, and Rudra told the person to come in. A girl entered, wearing a skirt and a tight shirt, her cleavage poking out. The shirt was on the verge of tearing. Tara glanced at her and then back at the laptop.

"Sir, these are the reports you asked for," the girl announced with a fake smile, bending to give the file to Rudra. Rudra nodded, taking the file from her, and she touched his hand intentionally. Rudra didn't bother with it and looked at the file. He didn't even care about any other girl's actions except his girl's.

"Why are these statements wrong?" Rudra demanded, his face serious as he looked at the file.

"Oh, I am sorry, sir. Let me mark it so that I can change it," the girl replied, bending over his hand that was on the table to pick up the pen. Rudra watched her as she bent, almost pushing her chest into his face. Before he could even protest his head snapped at the direction of his wife.

"Stop pushing your fucking tits in my husband's face," Tara yelled, standing up from her chair. The girl quickly stepped back. Rudra looked at Tara with his mouth hanging open.

"Get out. And you are fired!" Tara snapped, closing the laptop.

"Mam, it was just a mistake," the girl protested, lying.

"I understand, but mistakes have consequences. You're fired. Now, get out," Tara commanded sternly, and the girl ran out of the cabin.

"And you, Mr. Patidev, aapko mai batati hu, ghar chalo zara aap," Tara added, shooting a glare at the shocked Rudra.

(And you, Mr. Husband, you come home, I'll tell you.)

"Wh..what? Maine kya kiya?" Rudra asked, blinking his eyes.

(What did I do?)

Tara huffed at him. "Let's go, I am done with everything. Your security systems are now safe. No stealing will be done without the code. I have created a high-security passcode around the walls of our system. No one can break those walls until the code is known to them. And if someone tries to, the walls will lock automatically and won't open without your fingerprint," Tara explained, picking up the book and laptop. This laptop had been ordered by Rudra for her.

Rudra looked at her in astonishment.

"Fuck, she is mine," he muttered in late realization.

'Happy late realization buddy.' Rudra's brain mocked him.