His Lavender forever

chapter 2

Sanaya's POV

Entering in his room gives me dark vibes because the room theme is dark and it is like him only scary but I have to adjust for one year so can't help it .in room there is a couch and a king size bad and a small kitchen which is probably there for night craving.so after seeing the entire room I am going to my suitcase to take my comfortable cloth nightsuit which is in red colour and like a child's nightsuit where cartoon character are designed.don't mind guys I am an adult but I like these only so what can I do.walking towards the two doors present in the room I opened the first one in which there is washroom and than opening second door I saw a walk in closet in which all ladies and gents wears are present.than coming again to washroom I enter in it and by looking the washroom it gives richy richy vibes because all expensive shampoos to facemask all necessary things are kept there.ten to fifteen minutes admiring the washroom I take a bath and wear my clothes.and walking out of it I see my husband present room.ignoring his presence I start to walk in front of the dressing table to do my night skin care routine.from my side eyes I see him staring at me like a predator.after one minute he start walking towards the washroom and I finishing my business start thinking were to sleep because on bed with him I can't sleep so I will prefer taking couch because he will not sleep on couch and looking at his height he can't fit in couch.seeing no option I take a pillow and comforter start to walk to couch and settled on it.i was tired so don't know when sleep toke over my senses and I went in deep slumber.

I don't know what I can do know I can't bear that girl in my room and after walking to my room I open the door after taking a deep breath in and see that my wife was in washroom so I waited for her to come out so that I can take a warm shower and relax muscle which are aching because of tiredness after sometime I hear clicking of door sound so my attention went to her who was coming out from washroom wearing cute cartoon nightsuit.i think I married a child instead of women.but she was looking gorgeous that I can't take my eyes of from her ethereal face.after staring at her I walked towards the washroom and enter in it locking the door.after half or an hour I walked out of the washroom to see that she was sleeping on the couch looking tired I now she can't sleep beside me but do i care,no I don't know why am thinking again and again about her.keeping her thoughts aside I climbed on the bed and closed my eyes and let the sleep consume me.

The chamber felt suffocating, the rich fabric of the curtains and the ornate decor closing in around me. I stood in the middle of Abhimaan's room, a place that was supposed to be my sanctuary, yet it felt more like a prison. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mixing with my anxiety.What am I doing here? I could still hear the laughter and cheers from the wedding, but they felt distant now, like echoes of a life that was never mine. I thought of my sister, Arohi, and how she must be feeling. Did she run away because she sensed the darkness in this family, or was it something deeper?I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. The ornate furnishings around me were a stark reminder of my new reality—opulence that felt heavy and unwelcome. A flicker of doubt gnawed at me; was this truly my life now?The door creaked open, and my heart raced as I turned to face Abhimaan. He stepped in, his presence commanding yet distant. Clad in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, he looked every bit the handsome stranger I had seen in photographs. But today, his expression was unreadable.“You’re settling in well, I see,” he remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. His voice held a coolness that both intrigued and unnerved me.I nodded, unsure of how to respond. “It’s… nice,” I managed to say, feeling the weight of his gaze on me, assessing and indifferent.He smirked, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps? I quickly looked away, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. My heart raced as I recalled the rumors I had heard about him being a womanizer. It felt surreal to be here, so close to someone whose reputation preceded him.“Have you had a chance to explore the house?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. His casual demeanor contrasted sharply with my tension.“Not really,” I replied,my voice barely above a whisper. “Everything is… overwhelming.”Abhimaan pushed himself off the door, stepping closer. “You’ll get used to it,” he said, a note of finality in his voice. “This is just another chapter in your life.”I wanted to argue, to say that this was not just another chapter; it was an entirely new book that I had never wanted to read. But I held my tongue, aware of the delicate nature of our situation.The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. I was acutely aware of the vast space separating us, yet the air felt thick with unspoken words.“Dinner will be served shortly,” he said, breaking the silence. “You should join us. It’s important for you to get to know the family.”“Right,” I murmured, my stomach churning at the thought of facing his family.As he turned to leave, a surge of bravery surged through me. “Abhimaan,” I called, and he paused, looking back at me. “Can we… talk? Just for a moment?”He studied me, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flickering across his features. “Talk? About what?”“About us. This situation. Everything,” I said, my heart pounding.He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “And what do you want to discuss? The fact that you’re my wife now?” His tone was playful, but there was a seriousness beneath it.I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. “I just want to understand what this means for both of us.”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose it means we’re both stuck here for a while. But let’s not pretend it’s anything more than that. You’re a placeholder until Arohi decides to come back.”His words stung, each one a reminder of my sister’s absence. “I’m not just a placeholder,” I retorted, my voice rising. “I’m a person, Abhimaan. I have my own dreams and hopes, too.”He met my gaze, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something more in his eyes—perhaps guilt, or regret? “Fine,” he said finally. “We can talk. But not now. I need to prepare for dinner.”With that, he left the room, leaving me standing alone, feeling more uncertain than ever.

ABHIMAAN'S POVs

I descended the grand staircase toward the dining room, I couldn’t shake the lingering tension from my earlier interaction with Sanaya. She was not what I expected—a mere substitute in this farcical marriage. There was a softness in her eyes that hinted at depth, and I wondered, for a fleeting moment, if she could ever understand the burdens I carried.Dinner was laid out in the lavish dining hall, the table set with gleaming silverware and an array of dishes that made my stomach growl. My parents were already seated, their expressions expectant.“Where’s Sanaya?” my mother asked, her tone laced with curiosity. “You should make her feel at home, Abhimaan.”“Right,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’ll fetch her.”As I turned to go back, I felt the weight of my mother’s gaze on my back, her silent encouragement echoing in my mind. I didn’t want to be the villain of this story, yet the path laid before me felt constricting.I found Sanaya in her chamber, staring out of the window, lost in thought. “Dinner is ready,” I said, trying to sound casual, but I noticed the tension in her shoulders.“Okay,” she replied, turning to face me. There was something fragile in her demeanor, a contrast to the fiery spirit she had shown earlier.The walk to the dining room was filled with silence. I could sense her unease, and it annoyed me. Why should I care about how she felt? I had my own demons to fight.When we reached the dining room, my parents greeted her warmly, their smiles genuine and welcoming. I watched as Sanaya’s posture relaxed slightly under their kindness, and I felt a twinge of envy. They were treating her as if she were precious, while I felt like a ghost haunting my own life.“Sit, dear,” my mother said, motioning for Sanaya to take a seat beside me. I could see her hands trembling slightly as she settled in.The dinner began, filled with laughter and conversation, but I remained withdrawn. I could see Sanaya trying to engage with my family, her voice soft and polite, yet her eyes held a distant look, as if she were still searching for her place in this unfamiliar world.After the main course, I excused myself, needing a moment of solitude to clear my head. I stepped out to the balcony, staring into the night sky, the stars twinkling like distant dreams.“Why am I doing this?” I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. This marriage was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but now, it felt so much more complicated.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Sanaya stepped outside. “I thought you might need some air,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the night sounds.I turned to face her, surprised. “What do you want, Sanaya?”“I just wanted to check on you,” she replied, her expression earnest. “I know this is all new for both of us. Maybe we can find a way to make it work.”“Make it work?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “What do you think this is? A fairy tale?”She looked hurt by my words, and for a moment, I regretted my tone. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, my voice softer. “I just don’t know if we can pretend to be happy.”“Then let’s stop pretending,” she said, her eyes shining with determination. “We can figure this out together, Abhimaan.”As I looked into her amber eyes, something shifted inside me. Maybe this girl was more than a placeholder. Maybe she could be my ally in this strange new world.But could I allow myself to hope for that?
       
     Author's POV

the night deepened, Sanaya and Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the air thick with tension and unspoken possibilities. Their journey had just begun, fraught with challenges, but perhaps, within the turmoil, they could discover a deeper connection—one that neither of them had anticipated.