Burning Soul's

Chapter 43

Third PERSON POV

Yashi's voice was laced with anger as she spoke strictly, making her frustration clear. Without waiting for a response, she turned to her closet, picked out a fresh kurti, and headed straight to the bathroom.

Adarsh, left standing alone, gulped nervously before muttering under his breath, "Ab toh tu gaya, Adarsh Oberoi."

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Third PERSON POV

Five minutes passed before Yashi finally stepped out of the washroom, now dressed in a salwar kameez with her dupatta draped over her shoulder. Her sharp glare landed on Adarsh, who instinctively took a step back.

"Chalein ab? AAP ki Ananya aap ka intezar kar rahi hogi," she said with a sickly sweet smile, deliberately emphasizing "aap ki Ananya."

Adarsh swallowed hard, knowing he was in trouble. Gathering his courage, he stepped closer to her and flashed a nervous smile.

"Meri toh aap ho meri jaan," he tried to appease her.

But Yashi was in no mood for his games. "Don't play with me right now, Adarsh Oberoi," she warned, her glare as sharp as ever.

Before he could respond, Ananya's voice rang out from downstairs, frustration evident in her tone.

"Adarsh, aur kitni der? Jaldi aao na!"

Yashi’s anger flared even more. Without another word, she flung the door open and stormed downstairs, with Adarsh trailing behind her like a guilty child.

"Ab hoga World War 3," he whispered to himself, dreading what was to come.

As soon as Ananya spotted Yashi descending the stairs, her cheerful expression morphed into one of irritations. Folding her arms across her chest, she scoffed.

"As far as I remember, I didn't call you," she said coldly.

But Yashi only smirked, stepping closer.

"Aww, did you forget? Let me remind you—this house is mine, and the man you were calling for soup is my dear legal husband." She turned towards Adarsh with a challenging look. "Right, hubby?"

Adarsh winced at the term, knowing how much Yashi despised such words. But she was playing a game right now, and there was no way out. Under Yashi’s piercing gaze, he reluctantly nodded.

"Of course, meri jaan," he added quickly.

Yashi smirked before turning back to Ananya. "Did you hear that? Anyway, let's take a look at your soup."

Ananya's face burned with embarrassment and anger, but she was left speechless. Meanwhile, Adarsh struggled to contain his laughter at Yashi’s antics.

Yashi walked over to the bowl of soup, which had now gone slightly cold. Without hesitation, she called out.

"Harish bhaiya!"

Harish appeared almost immediately, bowing slightly. "Aap ne bulaya, Yashi madam?"

Yashi flashed him a warm smile. "Haan bhaiya. Please take this soup outside and feed it to the stray dogs."

Harish took the bowl without question. "Ji, Yashi madam," he responded before walking away.

Yashi turned to look at Ananya, whose eyes were now wide with disbelief.

"Happy now?" she taunted with a smirk.

Ananya, seething with rage, lunged forward, raising her hand to slap Yashi. But before her hand could make contact, Yashi caught her wrist mid-air, her nails digging into Ananya’s skin.