Mr. Malhotra is my husband

Silence treatment

*Recap:* Rachel subtly stirred tensions between Agnes and Yuvin after their argument. Aishu questioned Agnes if she was considering divorce but Agnes couldn't hear him correctly.

**At the guest house:**

Without uttering a word, Agnes grabbed her towel and briskly headed for the restroom.

Yuvin was getting ready for the meeting.

“Agnes,” Yuvin called out again, his voice echoing through the room, but she paid no attention, continuing on her way.

Just as she was about to close the bathroom door, Yuvin reached out, caught her hand, and pulled her gently toward him.

Agnes paused, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and tension.

" Leave me ", Agnes said.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Yuvin’s voice was laced with frustration and concern as he looked into her eyes.

Agnes tried to slip her hand free, but Yuvin's grip tightened.

In one swift motion, she fell into his arms, her breath hitching. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he made her face him.

Agnes closes her eyes feeling his touch.

“Let’s talk this through, instead of letting this silence build a wall between us,” Yuvin requested, his eyes searching hers.

“Why should I speak to you?” Agnes’s voice was cold, distant.

Yuvin's lips curled into a faint smile. “Because I’m your husband,” he answered softly and pecked in her chin.

“A husband who doesn’t trust me,” Agnes countered, her voice cracking with hurt.

Yuvin’s grip tightened ever so slightly, drawing her closer.

“I do trust you, Agnes,” he whispered.

“But when I see you worried, or crying, how can I burden you with my own fears? When you cry, do you really want me to cry alongside you? Is that what you want?” His voice was gentle yet filled with urgency.

Agnes’s eyes softened, her voice a quiet murmur.

“I wanted your embrace… your comfort, your love.”

Yuvin gently cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his. His gaze softened, and he kissed her cheeks tenderly.

“Anyone can comfort you, Agnes, but as your husband, my duty is to lift you out of your fears, not to sink into them with you. I’ve tried to do that,” Yuvin explained, his tone barely above a whisper.

Agnes pushed his hand away, her frustration still simmering.

“I don’t want your logical reasoning, Yuvin. I just want a husband who listens to me,” she confessed, her voice expressing her disbelief.

“I understand now,” Yuvin said softly, his tone filled with remorse. “I’m sorry.”

“Leave. I want to take a bath,” Agnes said, gently pushing him away.

But Yuvin wasn’t ready to let go. He pulled her close again, her back resting against his chest. His lips found her neck as he intertwined their hands.

“I’m sorry, Jaan,” Yuvin whispered, his voice laced with regret.

He pulled her once more, and they both tumbled onto the bed.

“Can you forgive me? I’m sorry,” he pleaded, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Agnes sank into his embrace, her defenses melting away for a brief moment. She hugged him back, their bodies entwined in a fragile truce.

“It’s okay, Jaan,” Yuvin said softly, trying to soothe her and slowly kissed her head.

But Agnes wasn’t ready to forgive. She pushed him away and ran off. “I’m not forgiving you,” she declared, her voice firm.

Yuvin stood there, realizing that he had unconsciously started calling her “Jaan,” a term of endearment that felt strangely intimate.

Later, Yuvin scribbled an apology on a note and stuck it to the mirror. When Agnes emerged from the washroom, her eyes landed on the note. She read it and couldn’t help but smile, just a little.

“I’m sorry, Jaan. Don’t stay mad at me,” the note read.

**By evening:**

Throughout the day, Yuvin had tried calling Agnes several times, but she never picked up. He texted her an apology, but her silence persisted. Feeling dejected and helpless, Yuvin sighed, wondering how he could make things right.

**At the party:**

As the evening unfolded, Ria, Sara, Roshni, Veer, Suman, and Aarav arrived with Agnes. The moment Yuvin saw his wife, his breath caught in his throat.

Agnes was radiant in a stunning pink saree adorned with intricate details, including a beautifully embroidered peacock at its center. The green platinum necklace she wore, a gift from her mother-in-law, shimmered elegantly around her neck. Her hair cascaded in soft curls, and the fragrance of jasmine flowers lingered around her, enhancing her ethereal beauty. The contrast of pink and green made her look like an angel descended from the heavens.

Yuvin approached her, speechless, his heart racing.

Rachel, dressed in a striking yellow bodycon dress, assumed that Yuvin’s stare was directed at her, but she soon realized that his gaze was fixed only on Agnes.

“Hi,” Yuvin greeted Agnes, pulling her into a gentle hug.

“You look beautiful, Jaan,” he said, his voice brimming with admiration. Agnes blushed, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Brother, are you flirting with her?” Aarav teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Aarav, people are watching. Don’t make inappropriate jokes here,” Veer scolded gently.

“Sorry, Dad,” Aarav muttered, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Let’s head inside,” Roshni suggested, breaking the tension.

Yuvin took Agnes’s hand and placed it gently on his arm. His voice was tender as he whispered, “Don’t let go of this hand, okay?”

Agnes smiled up at him, her heart softening at his words.

Binoy was irritated looking at them.