SHIVI'S POV
It's been 2 weeks since we are back home from our honeymoon. Mohsin has returned to his busy schedule, diving back into work with meetings, deadlines, and long hours that often keep him occupied from morning until evening. His days are filled with a mix of projects and responsibilities that demand his full attention. He is a billionaire afterall!
Meanwhile, I'm at home, focusing on joining college. The admissions process has been my primary concern, involving a lot of paperwork, emails and all. I'm excited about the new academic journey ahead.
Mohsin usually comes home by 7 sometimes 8 by night due to his busy schedules. Sometimes he even stays their fir whole night. That makes me miss him alot. I don't know why but before I wanted him not to stay near me orelse I will be shy embarrass and all but now I can't live without his presence. I always wait for him to come back. Seems like we are getting very comfortable with each other. We try to catch up over dinner, talking things.
I was in the was sitting in the room reading the same library book meanwhile an email popped up on my phone. An email notification popped up on my phone, showing the subject line: "College Admission Fees Due." I quickly tapped on it, my eyes widening as I read the amount due. My heart sank because the figure was much higher than I expected, and I didn't have enough money to cover it. Panic set in as I started thinking about what to do next, my mind racing with possible solutions.
I called my aunt, hoping she could help me figure out what to do. My voice shook as I explained everything about the college admission fees and how I didn't have enough money to pay. She listened patiently but and told "Sweetheart I have got you married to him, a financial man only because I couldn't afford the fees. This is the time to ask to him, don't take on heart but I can't help." her words leaving me feeling disappointed and overwhelmed. "But-but how can I simply ask him the money, the amount is so huge. What he will even think aunty?!"
As I continued to vent, detailing how stressed and worried I was about my future, I didn't realize that my husband-Mohsin -had just returned from the office and was standing nearby. I turned and found him leaning on the door. His coat hanging on his arms, "I will call you later" I whispered to my aunt and kept the call. Can he tell before coming home?! It's just 12 noon and he is home seriously?? "When did you came?" I spoke and he replied standing straight and walking towards me "Just now when you were talking to your aunt" damn! He listened everything. He used to come home by night and today!!!?
He walked towards me but sat on the bed throwing his suite on the bed. I was standing next to him, I felt him catching my palm and brushing it with his thumb. It was such a smoothing massage to me. "How much is it?" he asked suddenly. I hesitated to say, "It's very much" as soon as I said this he pulled me to sit next to him on the bed. "There's nothing I can't pay, it's just a shitty fees" he said which made me a bit emotional from inside. How he is so perfect!?
"Enjoy your first day tomorrow, I will take care of the rest" he said, "But-" I was about to speak but he covered my mouth with his palm. "Remember I am your husband, billionaire!" the last word he added purposely I know but I smiled. He left my hands and went for shower. MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND!!
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Next morning,
I woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through my curtains, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was my first day of college. Beside me, my husband was already awake, his supportive smile calming my jitters. "Good morning, love. It's your first day of college" he said and I blushed. I am used to his nickname "Love". How I always end up getting up so close to him everyday? That's the question. I am still not aware if I cuddle him badly in sleep since he don't react to me.
I took a quick shower. I wore a gray sweater with open shoulder cut-outs and long sleeves, paired with high-waisted black pants. The sweater has a ribbed texture and a high neckline, and the pants are fitted, secured with a black belt and left my hairs open.

I came down only to find Mohsin fixing his watch. He was in all-black ensemble, is wearing a black long-sleeve shirt with a collar and a V-neck, paired with black pants and a black belt. Should I even breath???My god! He never fails to steal my heart. He looked back at me checking me top to bottom with his eyes. He smiled, I melted

After a light breakfast, we stepped out into the crisp morning air. Mohsin was holding my bag in one hand and my hand in his another. Seems like he is taking a child to school. Shet but seems cute!! Holding his hand always gives me butterflies.
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As I stepped out of the sleek, luxury car on my first day of college, excitement and nerves bubbled inside me. I glanced at him, my husband. He gave the bag to me. And the next thing he did made me feel more nervous but relief, he leaned in and kissed my forehead, butterflies wrapped around me like a warm blanket, "All the best" his soft words calming my nerves. I will not forget this sweet kiss.
With my backpack slung over one shoulder, I took a deep breath and soaked in the vibrant energy of the campus. As I walked toward the entrance, I felt a mix of anticipation and determination, ready to embrace this new chapter of my life, knowing he was always there, cheering me on.
As I walked through the bustling campus, the excitement of my first day quickly faded when I encountered a group of boys and girls huddled together, their laughter ringing out like sharp jabs.
One of the boys sneered, “Look who’s here! Must be nice to have someone rich to take care of you!” The others joined in, exchanging smirks and rolling their eyes at me. A girl piped up, “I bet she thinks she’s better than us just because of her husband!” another boy spoke "She is in college yet married, so awful"
Their words stung more than I expected, and I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I know I am sensitive, so I hurried past them, trying to ignore the laughter that followed me. I tried not to cry on the first day.
I reminded myself that I was here to forge my own path, but their taunts lingered in my mind.
TO BE CONTINUE....
