Rathore's Vengeance

Fifteen

Abhimanyu hurried to the office, his mind focused on the important meeting ahead. As he glanced at his watch and dashed towards the door, he collided with Misha, who was entering her room.

Startled, Misha found herself pressed against Abhimanyu, who instinctively grasped her waist to steady her. Their eyes locked, and she met his gaze with a calmness that contrasted sharply with his usual anger.

Abhimanyu's hand rested on her waist, and he couldn't help but notice the softness against his rough palms. The unexpected sensation caused him to falter, and he felt an unusual warmth spreading through him. His composure wavered until he abruptly released her, his cheeks tinged with awkwardness as he looked away, trying to regain his bearings.

Misha, caught off guard by the contact, felt her words catch in her throat. The firmness of his grip and the intensity of his gaze left her shivering. She tried to steady herself as Abhimanyu, his expression cold, quickly withdrew and left the room.

Left alone, Misha stood there, her mind racing as she processed the unexpected encounter. The room suddenly felt smaller and more charged with the lingering heat of the moment.

Arnav glanced at Arthi as she entered the room, her confusion evident. He had just begun preparing for work when he noticed her arrival. Deciding to ask her to ready his suit, he hoped this would avoid any suspicions about their marriage-something he was keen to avoid discussing. Though he could walk, he chose to have Arthi handle this task to avoid drawing attention, he don't want anyone know about that.

"I'm heading to the office today. Prepare my suit," Arnav said coldly, his tone brooking no argument. Arthi's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm supposed to do that?" she asked, her confusion clear. Arnav's glare intensified.

"Who is my wife, darling?" he asked icily, his gaze piercing. Arthi gulped nervously.

"I am your wife," she responded meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. Arnav sighed, a smirk playing on his lips.

"That's right. Now, prepare my suit," he instructed, his smirk widening. Arthi nodded and went to the closet as Arnav returned to his file.

Arthi laid out his suit on the bed, standing beside it, visibly nervous.

Arnav eyed both the suit and Arthi, his approval evident. "Your taste is excellent, darling," he said, glancing at her with a smirk. Arthi smiled shyly.

"You're not going to help me get dressed?" Arnav asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge. Arthi's eyes widened in surprise.

"Darling, help me to remove my shirt," he said with a smirk, his gaze lowering as he fumbled with a button. Arthi's breath hitched as she hesitated. Seeing her still, Arnav frowned.

"Darling, what did I say?" he asked, his tone deepening with irritation. Arthi rushed to the bed, sitting beside him and beginning to unfasten his shirt with trembling hands.

Arnav observed her flushed face and the way she blushed, her cheeks brightening under the close proximity. He struggled to maintain his composure, fighting the urge to smile at her adorably awkward attempt.

As Arthi fumbled with the buttons, her hands betraying her nervousness, Arnav sighed.

"Go," he said coldly, his gaze stern. Arthi looked up at him, her confusion adding to her charm.

"Go, darling. I can't stand to see you struggle," he said with a hint of exasperation in his tone. Arthi remained still, but his icy tone and the underlying menace in his voice made her shiver.

"Trust me, darling, you don't want to stay here any longer. I might regret it later," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. Arthi's face reddened further as she quickly got up and left the room, her cheeks aflame.

Arnav watched her leave, shaking his head with a faint smile. Once she was gone, he finished dressing and prepared to leave for the office.

Abhimanyu, Arnav, and Aavyan were ready to leave for the office after breakfast. Hrudhay, seated on the sofa with a file in hand, observed his sons with a sense of pride. As they prepared to depart, he reflected on their success as top businessmen in the country. He sighed contentedly before returning to his work.

Misha was present as well, and Abhimanyu caught her eye. They shared a brief, intense gaze before Misha looked away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of awkwardness and morning tension.

Arthi, meanwhile, noticed Arnav's intense stare, which made her face heat up and blush. She quickly looked away, and Arnav to smirk at her reaction.

Isha was engaged in conversation with her brother.

"Where's Ekansh Bhai?" Isha asked, surprised by her brother's absence from the mansion. "I almost forgot him," she added with a hint of disbelief, recalling her tired return the previous day.

"Ekansh Bhai went out of the city on business matter," Aavyan replied with a smile. Isha nodded, and the siblings began their usual banter, Aavyan teasing her about her exams.

Abhimanyu watched them with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Arnav also looked on with a similar expression of incredulity.

Despite being grown-ups, Aavyan, who had completed his studies and now worked as a businessman, and Isha, who had just finished her education and was about to enter the business world, never missed a chance to bicker. The rest of the family observed their antics with resigned amusement.

Hrudhay chuckled at the familiar scene, accustomed to the Aavyan and Isha fight which is usual for mansion.

Misha and Arthi exchanged affectionate smiles, appreciating the family dynamics.

"Aavyan, I'm heading to the office," Abhimanyu said coldly, his voice cutting through the chatter. Aavyan stopped his teasing and looked at his brother.

"Don't be late," Abhimanyu warned with an icy tone. "If you come late, you know the consequences." Aavyan nodded in understanding.

With a final playful tap on Isha's head, Isha looked at him with irritation and Aavyan left for the office.

Abhimanyu exited the mansion and got into his car, eager to reach the office for the meeting.

Arnav, on the other hand, made his way to his luxurious vehicle, carefully adjusting his coat. After rising from his wheelchair and he entered the car. His guard confirmed the area was clear and no one saw his boss walking before Arnav settled in, his expression cold and determined. As the car pulled away, Arnav set off towards the office, his demeanour reflecting his focus and resolve.