𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 32

The next few days were a blur of tenderness and care. Armaan watched over Ishani like a hawk, ensuring she was resting and taking her medicine as prescribed.

When the day of the exhibition arrived, Ishani was glowing with health, the after-effects of the accident long gone. Armaan's heart swelled with pride as he watched her move around the gallery with effortless grace, making sure every last detail was perfect.

The crowd that evening was larger than she had anticipated, and Ishani basked in the attention and praise for her work.

Amidst the buzz of the exhibition opening, Armaan found himself standing face to face with Ravi Chopra again. The surgeon's presence, while uninvited, was not entirely unwelcome. He had, after all, saved Ishani's life.

"Hello, Armaan," Ravi greeted him warmly. "It's good to see you both doing well."

Armaan's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowed as he regarded Ravi. "Thank you for your help," he replied coolly. "It was... unexpected."

Ravi smiled slightly, his expression unreadable.

"Business is flourishing, I take it?" Ravi asked, trying to make small talk.

Armaan nodded curtly, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding Ravi's gaze. "Yes. As you can see, everything is going well."

Ravi chuckled dryly. "Indeed it is. Ishani's art is breathtaking. She seems very happy, doesn't she?"

Armaan's eyes snapped back to Ravi, a glint of suspicion in them. "Of course she is," he replied. "What are you getting at, Chopra?"

Ravi took a step closer, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little birdie told me that Ishani was seen with a certain handsome guy other day. I mean, you've been busy with work, so I'm sure she must be bored, right?"

Armaan's jaw clenched, a wave of fury coursing through his veins. "What the hell are you talking about? Who was she seen with?"

Ravi leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "It was me, Armaan. She was seen with me. We've spent quite some time together lately, and let's just say, I think she's looking for something more."

Armaan's hands clenched into fists, his eyes darkening with fury. "What the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just waltz into her life and try to steal her away from me? She's my wife, Chopra. Mine."

Despite the venom in Ravi's words, Armaan knew in his heart that Ishani was his, and his alone. He had always trusted her completely, their love unbreakable. Ravi was just trying to rile him up, to drive a wedge between them.

Armaan fixed Ravi with a cold, steady gaze. "You're a fool, Chopra. Ishani is more loyal and faithful than you could ever imagine.. And she would never betray me."

Ravi's smug expression grew, his words dripping with malice. "Oh, really? You think you know her, do you?"

"Proof, Armaan," Ravi said, his grin widening with malice. "I have proof that she's been spending her nights in my arms, not yours. You think you know her, but you don't. She wants more than you can give her, and I'm the one who can give it to her."

Armaan's face was a mask of cold rage, his body trembling with barely restrained fury.

"Get out," he growled through clenched teeth. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret."