𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

60 The Little Stranger

Hey lovelies,
Starting this week, I'll be giving double updates for His Wife—one every Tuesday and another every Friday 💜 I hope this helps you stay more connected to the story and its characters.

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THIRD PERSON POV:

"Go and confirm with your staff if this is the same bag. And ask the maid to clear your doubts," she said quietly. Arjun looked at her, took the bag, and left the room.

She collapsed to the floor with a thud, tears streaming down her cheeks.

In the hall, Arjun confirmed with the guards that it was indeed the same bag. Then he called the maid, his voice cold.

"What did you bring for her from the market?"

She shivered and lowered her head. "Sir... it's ladies' things," she replied softly.

"What things?" he roared.

"Sanitary napkins," she whispered.

Arjun froze, stunned by the truth. The weight of his accusations hit him hard. He dismissed everyone and sat on the sofa, guilt gnawing at him. After three hours of working in his study—his eyes constantly drifting to the bag—he finally decided to check on her.

But another shock awaited him.

She was still on the floor, her head resting on the coffee table, cheeks tear-stained, eyes closed, face flushed.

He gently picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her skin was burning. He touched her forehead—she had a fever. Wrapping her in a duvet, he stayed by her side all night, massaging her forehead until sleep took him too.

I want to be honest with you all. This book means a lot to me, but lately, I've been feeling really disappointed by the lack of views, votes, and comments. It's hard not to feel discouraged when the story isn't getting the engagement it needs to grow.

Still, I'm continuing this journey because of a few amazing readers who've stuck with me and given this book a chance. Your support is the reason I haven't quit yet—and I'm truly grateful.

The Next Morning

Avni woke with sore eyes from crying. She looked around and found herself on the bed. Arjun was asleep beside her, sitting upright.

She quietly got up, freshened up, and went to the hall. Settling on the floor, she placed her sketchbook on the table and began working on Western jewellery designs.

An hour later, Arjun came down, dressed in his usual clothes. He knew he had to apologize.

He walked toward her. She was now on the sofa, head tilted back, gently caressing her abdomen. She opened her eyes as he approached, looked at him briefly, then turned away.

He pulled her into his lap and snuggled his face into her neck. She held his shoulders for support. He kissed her neck softly, but she stiffened—yesterday's memory flashing through her mind.

Sensing her discomfort, he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, baby... for yesterday. I was scared you'd leave me. I was angry at something else and took it out on you. Please forgive me," he said, looking into her eyes.

She blinked twice, then nodded—more out of fear than forgiveness.

He carried her to the dining table and sat with her on his lap, feeding her soup and poha while eating himself. After breakfast, he took her to the walk-in closet and handed her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.