Imperfectly Yours✓

Bonus 6.1

Yashvi followed Advik as he made his way to the cabinet in their walk-in closet. He bent down, searching for a file, while she stood behind him, tapping her foot and clasping her hands behind her back as she leaned a little closer. With a soft sigh, Advik stood up, causing Yashvi to immediately straighten up, looking at him with a slight pout and a smile.

"Aap ab bhi naraaz hain?" she asked softly, holding onto his arm and leaning against it. He looked at her, frowned, and then nodded in agreement—just for the sake of it. 

(Are you still upset?)

"Sorry. I won't do it again," Yashvi said softly, placing a gentle kiss on his bicep. He tried to suppress his smile, shook his head with a mock frown, and quickly pulled his hand from her grasp before leaning down to search again.

"Files aren't kept in the closet," Yashvi said, narrowing her eyes at him before heading out. He nodded to himself, stood up, and followed her into the bedroom.

"Which file are you looking for?" she asked softly.

"We needed to purchase land just outside the main city. It had those papers—it was a black file," he explained while checking the dressing table. She nodded, then went to the cabinet under the television, pulled out a black file, and brought it over to him.

"Here," she said, holding out the file and looking up at him with a hopeful expression, trying to ease him out of his angry state.

"Advik, I'm sorry. I won't leave without telling you again," she said softly, her eyes filling with tears almost instantly. Lately, she had been getting emotional quite often.

"Yashvi, do you really think I'm upset just because you left without telling me?" he replied gently, though the disappointment was evident in his eyes.

Yesterday, Advik had some work, so, as usual, he wasn't the one to pick up Yashvi; instead, a driver was assigned to do so. However, Yashvi asked the driver to return and decided to go on a stroll with two of her friends. When Advik returned home, he couldn't find her. His parents, uncle, aunt, and grandparents had all gone to Banaras for a spiritual trip. Adarsh and Advait were at the office, and Adya had a long shift. Only he knew the panic he felt upon realizing she hadn't returned.

He immediately called the driver, who told him that Yashvi had sent him back. Yashvi's phone was unreachable. Fear gripped him. Yashvi still didn't fully understand the implications of their situation. She wasn't just any working professional; she was his wife, the daughter-in-law of an extremely wealthy and powerful family. There were rivals constantly watching for a single opportunity to weaken Advik, the heir to the Mehrotras. And everyone knew how much he loved his wife. She would be an easy target.

He had even instructed his bodyguard to search for her, while he himself returned to the office to check the CCTV cameras.

When Yashvi finally arrived home around 9 o'clock, Advik was waiting for her, seated on the central sofa with his bodyguard standing behind him. The anger on his face was unmistakable. As soon as he saw her, he dismissed the bodyguard and stood up, his red eyes glaring at her. She looked at him in confusion, sensing his anger but assuming it was work-related, so she held up a paper bag.

"I went to the market with Zivaah and Ananya," she said softly, setting the shopping bags aside. He glanced around at the household staff moving nearby, then took her hand, gathered her bags, and led her toward the staircase. The quiet anger radiated off him, and she followed him silently.

His grip wasn't painfully tight, but it was firmer than usual, missing the usual warmth. Yashvi's mind raced as she tried to figure out where she might have gone wrong.