Divya Desai Pov,
I was sitting at a table in a coffee shop while Aayansh went to place our order. I looked outside; it was raining lightly, just enough to dampen the streets, but not enough to stop people from walking.
Couples shared umbrellas, and children gazed up at the dark sky as if diamonds were falling. My attention shifted back to the table when I felt someone's presence beside me.
Two guys had taken seats at our table. Confused, I looked at them. The one sitting next to me said, "Hey ragazza" (Hey lady). I blinked, trying to understand what he said. Aside from "Hey," I didn't grasp the rest of his words.
"Hello," I murmured softly. The other one then asked, "Siete soli?" (Are you alone?). I gulped, not understanding a word.
What if they kidnap me?
A shiver ran down my spine when I suddenly heard a loud, deep, and hoarse voice, "Signori, quella è mia moglie" (Gentlemen, that's my wife).
Aayansh came up from behind, coffee cups in hand, and placed them on the table before standing protectively beside me.
The boys exchanged a few words with him before leaving. Aayansh took his seat, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"I got scared," I admitted.
"Hmm" he hummed, sipping on his coffee.
I took a sip of my coffee and smiled. It was perfect—just the right balance, not too sweet, not too strong. "This is so good," I said, savoring the taste. He nodded in agreement. My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Can I taste yours?"
He finally looked up at me and handed his cup over. We exchanged cups, and I raised his to my lips, taking a cautious sip. Immediately, my eyes widened in surprise. It was strong, with no hint of sugar. I had to force myself to swallow, resisting the urge to spit it out.
"How can you drink this?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. He simply handed me a tissue, and I shot him a death glare as I took it.
After finishing our coffee, we headed outside. It was raining, so we decided to take the car, even though, as far as I remember, the villa isn't that far from here. But he wouldn't agree, so I had to go along with it.
The entire car ride was unsettlingly quiet. He wasn’t talking to me—strange. He wasn’t even reaching out to hold my hand or steal a quick kiss. Was he angry?
I wanted to ask, but my mind kept flooding me with warnings. So, I stayed silent, the questions burning inside me.
We reached the villa quickly—too quickly. He was driving at almost full speed, which is unusual when I'm in the car. Is he giving me the silent treatment?
He didn't open the door for me, not even back at the coffee shop. Something is definitely wrong. He walked inside the villa, and I had to practically run to keep up with his long strides.
When he opened the door to our room with a loud bang, I flinched. As I stepped inside, I found him sitting on the couch, his face buried in his hands. I approached slowly, carefully, but before I could reach him, he lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Biwi, I suggest you leave the room," he said hoarsely. I shrugged my shoulders and sat beside him, refusing to be intimidated. His eyes were locked on mine, unblinking, as if daring me to defy him.
"Why should I leave? This is my room too," I replied, inching closer to him—like moving toward danger itself.
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