The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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Tarini enters the room to find Aviraj sitting on the bed, engrossed in his laptop. She quietly moves to the walk-in closet to change for the night.
Emerging, she takes a pillow and blanket from the bed, deliberately avoiding his presence. Aviraj, however, was aware of her every move. He frowns, watching her pass the couch and walk ahead.
"Where are you going at this time?" he asks, settling his work aside.
"I will sleep in the guest room," Tarini replies, turning towards him with a resolute expression, deepening his confusion.
"May I ask why?"
He gets down from the bed, approaching her with a questioning gaze. He tries to recall if he had inadvertently offended her again. Her unpredictable nature once again leaves him perplexed.
"Because I want to. Simple." She shrugs, and Aviraj could swear there's nothing simple in that.
"Try again," he counters, earning a glare from her.
"I'm not playing dumb charades with you. 'Try again'. I'm serious," Tarini mimics him, raising her hand in air to make a animated gesture.
Aviraj casts a thoughtful glance, before protesting, "Look, if you think you can do this and I will let you sleep on bed then you are wrong. It's my turn."
That's all he could figure out. Yes, he knew she was avoiding him, but taking this step for that felt bizarre. According to him, she was mature enough not to do such a thing.
"What?" Tarini asks, dumbfounded, his response making little sense to her. However, his next words only seem to infuriate her further, her face scrunched in irritation.
"Acha theek hai. Jao so jao bed par. Tum kya yaad rakhogi, kitna bada dil hai tumhare pati ka," Aviraj utters, sounding permissive, pointing to the bed.
(Okay, you can go and sleep on bed. Your husband has a big heart.)
"Aviraj." Her lips twitch in distaste at his dramatic declaration.
"Aur kya chahiye?" he asks, intrigued.
(What else do you want?)
"Shanti! Jo yaha nahi hai aapke kamre mein. That's why I have decided to sleep in guest room from now on. It will good for both of us," Tarini announces, her tone plain but her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance.
She hugs the pillow closer, her decision firm. This was the conclusion she had reached in the battle between her heart and brain.
(Silence, which is not present in your room.)
"Lekin hum bhi toh yaha shanti se hi sote hai. Shor kaha hota hai?" Aviraj states nonchalantly, eager to dismiss her excuse.
(But, we also sleep in silence. No one makes any noise!)
