After opening her bandages and making sure she was healing well, we headed to a restaurant for breakfast.
I hadn't anticipated that she’d cry, thinking I was angry. I was just a little sad earlier, but not angry at all.
This wife of mine surely thinks a lot, I mused, looking at her as she quietly sat across from me, visibly relieved after I assured her I wasn’t upset.
We ordered our food, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked while eating, so focused and calm.
Then, my gaze shifted to the simple mangalsutra hanging around her neck. It was the old one—the same one from the wedding.
“Ojasvi, you didn’t buy a new mangalsutra?” I asked curiously.
She shook her head, her expression slightly sheepish. “No, I lied earlier... so that you wouldn’t see the gifts I bought for you,” she admitted with a small smile, her eyes shining.
Her words instantly warmed my heart. She had been trying to surprise me! “What did you get me?” I asked, now curious about what gifts she had chosen.
“You’ll see after the reception,” she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
After we finished our meal, I suggested, “Let’s go and buy a mangalsutra for you.”
“Are you not busy?” she asked, sounding a bit surprised. She didn’t know I had dismissed an ongoing meeting the moment she called about seeing Dr. Mishra.
The truth was, I’d been worried that something was wrong with her, so I had rushed out without hesitation—but I didn’t want her to know that.
“I’m free right now. Let’s go,” I said, opening the car door for her and then sliding into the driver’s seat.
We headed to our family’s jewelry store, a place that held special meaning.
As we walked in, the manager immediately greeted us and began showing us a variety of mangalsutras, all elegant and adorned with diamonds.
“Vedant,” Ojasvi whispered, her voice soft.
“Hmm?” I said, glancing at her as I examined the options laid out before us.
“Aren’t these diamond ones?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
“You don’t like them?” I asked, curious about her reaction.
The manager, overhearing, offered to show us other designs, but Ojasvi quickly shook her head. “No, I’m still looking,” she said, trying not to draw too much attention.
“Vedant, don’t say it so loudly,” she whispered again, a little embarrassed.
I looked at her, amused by her reaction. “Why are we buying a diamond one?” she asked, clearly flustered.
“I want the best for my wife,” I said softly, and before I could stop myself, I realized how true that sentiment was.
She was my wife, and I wanted her to have nothing but the best.
Ojasvi’s face turned a bright shade of pink, and she didn’t respond.
I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked, blushing like that.
Feeling playful, I gently pinched her nose, which only made her look more confused.
“You select whatever you like. This is Badi Ma’s shop,” I said, hoping to ease her discomfort.
“I know,” she replied, “Eesha told me everything last night. But still, what if it gets lost? What will I do then?”
I smiled at her concern. “Then I’ll buy another one for you, okay? Now, tell me which one you like.”
She remained quiet for a moment, looking intently at the pieces displayed in front of us.
Then she turned to me. “Which one do you like?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want your preference too,” she added, looking up at me.
I glanced at one of the mangalsutras that had caught my eye. It was simple yet elegant, perfect for her.
“This one?” she asked, pointing to the same piece. I nodded, and she smiled.
“Then let’s buy this,” she said decisively.
“You like it?” I asked, wanting to be sure.
She nodded, and I called the manager over, instructing him to wrap it up for us.
Once the staff cleared out of the room, I turned to Ojasvi with an idea. “Let’s wear it now,” I suggested.
“Now?” she asked, looking a bit nervous.
I nodded, and without another word, she pushed her hair forward and turned her back to me, revealing the soft curve of her neck.
It surprised me a little. I thought she might tie it herself, but she let me do it. Slowly, I fastened the mangalsutra around her neck, the delicate piece settling against her skin.
As I finished, a mirror was placed in front of us, and I couldn’t help but stare.
She looked so beautiful. The mangalsutra added a certain grace to her already delicate features.
Our eyes met in the mirror, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re looking beautiful, Ojasvi,” I said, meaning every word.
“Thank you,” she replied shyly, blushing again as she met my gaze.
Afterward, I dropped her at home and headed to the office. As soon as I walked in, Arhaan bhai was there, already noticing my mood.
“You’re looking happy,” he commented with a knowing smile.
“I am,” I admitted.
He grinned before reminding me, “Well then, Mr. Vedant Singhania, the meeting you dismissed earlier is scheduled for 10 minutes from now, and I’ll be there too. Also, the work you left unfinished should be done by tomorrow.”
I groaned internally. Bhai never let me off easily. As he walked away with his secretary, I called out, “Bhai, aaj toh reception hai raat ko, itna kaam mat do!”
“No excuses,” he shouted back, clearly enjoying this.
“Nirav, talk to him on my behalf,” I said, turning to Arhaan bhai’s secretary.
Nirav just laughed and replied, “Vedant sir, I’m not the boss here, and Arhaan sir won’t listen to me. Agar mein biwi hota unki toh shayad sun lete. Aap galat bande ko bol rahe ho.”
With that, he slipped away, leaving me to face the mountain of work that awaited.
Agh, no escape today. I might be the CEO, but bhai is the Chairman of the company and there’s no getting out of this meeting.
I sighed, knowing the next few hours would be all work before I could enjoy the evening at our reception.
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