𝑅uhi :- His Saviour Wife

who is this ?

I woke up when I heard her voice, and what did she call me? A princess? What the hell. Women usually compliment their men with things like, "You're handsome," or "Drop-dead gorgeous," but here my wife goes calling me a princess.

"You're not her man," my mind whispered.

"Until she’s divorced, she’s still mine," I shot back in my head.

I got up and headed to the gym, spending some time there to cool off. When I returned, the room was empty. I assumed she had gone downstairs, but little did I know, she was ignoring me.

I went down, only to find she had already left. I didn’t even bother calling her. When I reached the parking lot and noticed all the cars were still there, I asked the driver, and he said, "Before I arrived, she was already gone."

This woman is getting on my nerves. I’ll kill her, I thought, as I jumped into my car and sped off, driving as fast as I could.

"Ever since she came, it’s been difficult to even breathe peacefully," I muttered to myself.

I parked the car and noticed everyone staring at me with horrified expressions. Sensing my anger, they quickly got back to work. My PA entered the room with some files.

She went over my schedule and said, "You’d better not show your face for a few hours unless it’s absolutely necessary." I noticed her eyes getting a bit teary. Did she… like me?

God, this is ridiculous.

I shook my head and started working on the files, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her. How dare she ignore me?

I ordered my usual hard coffee and gulped it down. These days, I’ve been drinking a lot more coffee, and the reason is none other than my dear wife, Ruhi.

I drink it occasionally, but I always have to explain it to Mom, who hates the smell of alcohol

I was checking a PPT that I had to present and signing papers when the thought of Tripathi crossed my mind. He was coming today. I didn’t like the man, but in business, personal feelings don’t matter.

As I was going through my Gmail, a notification from "RK" popped up. At first, I ignored it, but then I saw Tripathi’s name mentioned. That caught my attention. I opened the email and scanned the details. Just then, the door opened, revealing Ansh and his tense face.

"Bhai, did you check the emails?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I think it’s a scam," he said, but I wasn’t so sure.

"Maybe, maybe not," I said, wondering why someone like RK would help us. Who was this RK?

"Bhai, I think someone doesn’t want this deal to happen. That’s why," Ansh said, settling into the chair opposite me.

"We need to find out," I said as our phones buzzed again. We both opened them to see the latest notification: IAS Officer Nakash exposed the truth about Tripathi. We are so proud of him. Thanks to him, we’ve found a new culprit. The entire state is celebrating...

The reporters went on, but I closed my phone and glanced at Ansh, who was smiling.

"Bhai, I must say, RK is really helpful," he said as he left.

RK... RK... Who is this? Why is this person helping us?

Frustrated, I grabbed my hair and groaned. I needed to figure this out soon.

By evening, my PA entered the room again. I didn’t even know her name, nor did I care to ask.

"Boss, tomorrow you have a meeting at XYZ Company regarding foreign affairs," she informed me. I nodded and dismissed her.

Glancing at my watch, I saw it was 11 p.m. I wrapped up my work and headed outside. Diwali was approaching, and soon the divorce papers would be couriered to our home. I knew no one would check anything, so I had already told the courier service.

I entered the house and heard Ruhi’s laughter. She was laughing with the others. I glared at her, but she focused on the baby, playing with her.

Clenching my fists, I headed toward our room. "Ruhi, in my room. Now," I commanded.

I stormed into the room, yanking off my tie and throwing it onto the floor. I heard the door creak open, and there she stood. Without thinking, I grabbed her by the hair. She winced as I shouted, "Are you ignoring me?"

"Does it matter?" she shot back, looking me straight in the eyes, showing no sign of fear.

"You’re my wife," I growled.

"Oh, really?" she said, laced with sarcasm.

"There’s nothing between us, Mr. Agnihotri," she added, but I saw the pain in her eyes. It was as if she was forcing herself to say these words. But why?

Things had been good between us once. Why did I let it all slip away? I let go of her and warned, "Never. Ever. Try to ignore me again."

Later, we went downstairs where Mom gave an announcement. "Vidyut, you’re going to teach her how to cook  Every Saturday and Sunday." She said it in a final tone.

"Okay," I agreed, glancing at Ruhi, who seemed completely engrossed in her food.

After dinner, we returned to our room, and I lay down, my mind full of unresolved emotions.

The night dragged on with the weight of tension between us. We lay on opposite sides of the bed, separated by a gulf of silence. I stared up at the ceiling, the thoughts of Ruhi’s words playing on repeat in my mind. “There’s nothing between us.” The way she had said it, as if cutting through whatever fragile bond we had left, made my chest tighten.

I turned over, watching her from the dim glow of the moonlight seeping through the window. She was facing away, her breathing steady. It was hard to tell if she was asleep or pretending to be. I couldn't help but wonder how things had spiraled this far. How had we gone from being each other’s world to this cold, empty space?

Sleep didn't come easily that night. I kept tossing and turning, my thoughts fixated on her, on RK, and on everything that seemed to be crumbling around me.

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