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Author's POV
"You want a divorce, Ashvi baby?"
Her breath hitched as his fingers tilted her chin up, his intense gaze locking onto hers. "Because if that's the case, sweetheart, let me tell you-you're not going anywhere. Aap meri hain. Hamesha ke liye."
Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, "W-woh toh... Ishaan bhaiyya... mazaak kar rahe the."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Aanan's lips, but he didn't release her. Instead, his gaze flicked to Ishaan, who was grinning like a fool.
As the food arrived, Kashvi's eyes widened in surprise. Everything on the table was her favorite.
Before she could say, he picked up a spoon, scooped up her favorite dish, and brought it to her lips.
"Eat," he commanded softly.
She could feel all eyes on them. People gasped, some even stared, but Aanan didn't care. His focus was solely on her.
"Aan-" she whispered, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze, but he silenced her with a glance. "Eat, baby."
Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of red, but she opened her mouth and ate the food he offered, too caught up in the moment to argue.
Ishaan, ever the playful one, leaned in with a teasing smile. "Aanan, don't you have to meet Mr. Mehra? Important meeting, remember?"
Without looking away from her, he replied in the most casual way possible, "He'll wait."
She blinked, stunned. "That's so unprofessional!"
Aanan smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're more important."
Ishaan leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh. "What have you done to him, Kashvi? Aanan Singh Rajvansh, is turning into a lovesick Romeo. This is... legendary."
She bit her lip, holding back a smile, while Aanan simply shot Ishaan a sharp look. "I think it's time you shut up, Ishaan."
Ishaan laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll behave. But seriously, Aanan, you're done for. Your wife has got you wrapped around her little finger."
Kashvi, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else. As he continued to feed her, they had their Little conversations.
Aanan's POV~
I returned to find her sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a lazy smile on her lips. The moment I stepped closer, it hit me-she was drunk.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly glassy, and she was humming something under her breath.
"Of course," I muttered, my lips tugging into an involuntary smirk. She was a sight to behold-messy and utterly disarmed, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor.
