MOHSIN'S POV
After I dropped Shivangi off at college with a gentle kiss on her forehead, I felt a surge of anger and determination. I couldn't shake the feeling of injustice and betrayal she had experienced. As soon as she was safely inside the college, I headed straight to the house of the girl who had fed Shivangi false information.
The drive was tense, my mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation. Upon arriving, I was immediately accompanied by my guards, ensuring my safety. The girl's family was influential and wealthy-the daughter of a huge billionaire and my ex, though the relationship had been nothing more than a business arrangement orchestrated by my father. I had never had any real affection for her; it was all part of a scheme to secure deals between our families.
As I approached the house, I steeled myself for the confrontation. I had no intention of letting this falsehood go unchallenged. The guards flanked me as I made my way to the door, prepared to address the situation with the seriousness it warranted.
"Fucking Vedika, come out!" I roared, my frustration and anger boiling over. The sound of my voice was harsh and demanding, echoing through the quiet street.
Moments later, her father stormed out, his face a mix of shock and anger. "What the hell are you shouting for? And why are you here?" he barked, his voice thick with irritation.
"I'm not here to talk to you, sir," I said sharply, ignoring his presence. "Bring your daughter out here."
The girl appeared, her eyes widening as she saw me. She looked both frightened and defiant. I didn't waste any time; I advanced toward her with a determined stride.
Her father stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring. "Don't you dare touch her, you idiot! Harm her, and you'll be dead," he threatened, his tone menacing and harsh.
I didn't flinch at his threat. "How dare you? How dare you send those false papers to my house without my presence? How dare you cause my wife pain at that party last night?" My voice was filled with anger, and I saw her fear intensify as she glanced nervously at her father, taking a step back.
I moved closer, not giving her a chance to retreat. "Let's be clear. We were never in a relationship. I never loved you, and neither did you love me," I declared, my voice cold and resolute.
She looked stunned, her face reflecting a mixture of disbelief and hurt. "I have always loved you!" she protested, her voice trembling.
I shot back with a harsh retort. "Oh, really? So, that night at the club, when I saw you with that hot guy who took you to the bedroom, was that love?"
Her guards, positioned around her, watched but did not intervene. I was confident they wouldn't touch me. She was left speechless, her ability to defend herself stripped away by my words. "Our relationship was a sham, created solely for a business deal," I continued, my tone unyielding.
Before turning to leave, I gave her one final warning. "If I ever see your presence around my wife again, I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it. Understand?" I shouted, my voice echoing with a sense of finality and threat. She nodded quickly, her face pale with fear.
After confronting her and asserting my boundaries, I walked out of the house, my guards quickly surrounding me to ensure my safety. Their presence was a necessary precaution, but I was too absorbed in my thoughts to care much about their protective measures.
The confrontation had solidified my decision to cut ties with Vedika completely. I realised how Shivangi was different from Vedika in every meaningful way-innocent, beautiful, and genuinely kind.
As I drove away, my mind replayed the cherished memories I had with Shivangi. I remembered our honeymoon, where our first kiss had been a tender, heartfelt moment that had brought us closer. I recalled how, during a night out, she had kissed me while she was drunk, sitting on my lap in the car-an innocent yet deeply affectionate gesture that had stayed with me. I even thought about the kiss from the night before, a reminder of the bond we shared.
Shivangi is different from anyone else I had known. Her innocence, beauty, I was committed to making her happy, cherishing her, and dedicating myself to our life together.
SHIVI'S POV
When I arrived at the college entrance, I was caught off guard by the sight of him waiting outside the car, holding a bouquet of flowers. My steps slowed as I took in the unexpected scene, a mix of confusion and surprise washing over me. A smile tugged at my lips, unable to suppress the warmth that spread through me at the sight of him.
As I reached him, he extended the bouquet toward me. “For you,” he said simply, his voice soft but sure.
I blinked, still trying to wrap my head around the gesture. “For me? Why?” I asked, feeling a bit flustered by the sudden attention.
“Because you’re my wife,” he replied, as if that explained everything. Before I could respond, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on my cheek.
I froze, my heart racing, as I became acutely aware of the other students around us. My mind instantly jumped to thoughts of what they must think, but he only chuckled, seemingly amused by my reaction. Without another word, he moved to open the car door for me, his hand resting on the small of my back as I slid into the seat.
As I settled in, I noticed something unexpected—more gifts, neatly arranged on the seat beside me. My eyes widened in surprise, and I looked up at him, still standing by the door, his expression filled with that playful, yet loving, look that always left me speechless.
My heart swelled with emotions I couldn’t quite put into words. The simple gesture of flowers and gifts, the kiss in front of everyone—it was all so unexpected, so unlike anything I’d experienced before. And it was all just for me.
As I sat in the car, my eyes kept darting between the gifts and him. My heart was practically leaping with joy, and I couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling up inside me. I turned to him, my voice full of eagerness as I asked, “Can I open these?”
He looked at me with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Of course,” he replied, his tone light and teasing, “Why would you ask that? It’s all yours.”
His words sent a wave of warmth through me, and without another moment’s hesitation, I began to unwrap the gifts, each one filling me with a happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time. No one ever gave me these many gifts.The thoughtfulness behind each item made my heart swell even more. This moment, so simple yet so special, was just one more reason I felt so deeply connected to him.
As he started the car and began driving, I noticed we weren’t heading in the direction of home. The route was different, unfamiliar, and curiosity got the best of me. “Where are we going? This isn’t the route for home,” I asked, glancing at him with a mix of confusion and anticipation.
He glanced over at me with that charming smile of his, the kind that always made my heart skip a beat. “Just for an hour and a half,” he said casually, “We’re going to have dinner outside.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him, my excitement growing. The spontaneity of it all, the surprise, was both thrilling and confusing. Why was he doing all of this so suddenly? It wasn’t like him to plan something out of the blue, at least not without a reason. But I didn’t want to question it too much. The thought of spending the evening with him, just the two of us, made me feel warm and happy inside.
TO BE CONTINUE...
