Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter 26.

**Agastya Pov:**

What's wrong with me? I was pacing in my room, and what's wrong with her? It's only been two weeks, and she's already having some boy come to our house. Why isn't she wearing her nuptial chain? She's not wearing her ring or the vermillion either. Does she think I brought her to Paris just for her to fall for some random person? And how could she give permission for anyone to touch her, especially in our house? I am going to kill him. Honestly, day by day, she's getting on my nerves. Sometimes I find myself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Other times, she forces me to treat her badly.

And if her ankle is swollen, why didn't she tell me or Celine? What's with the flowers and hand-kissing? Does he not know she's my wife? No one dares to touch my wife. I can't stop thinking about it. Honestly, I'm worried about her ankle now. What's with Karolina being harsh with her? The only issue with Karolina is that she's not taking the hint-that whatever we had is long gone. It was a mutual benefit, but why does she want more?

I didn't want her to come to the villa, but she dropped by unannounced, and I don't know why, but I wanted to see Riya's reaction while I'm with her. God, this girl will drive me crazy. I need to calm down. Maybe driving will clear my mind.

I had just stepped out of my room when I saw her in her blue dress, with her glasses on, she was looking like some child. She was trying to limp up the stairs. I could watch her all day. I can't believe she's the same girl she used to be. Without thinking, I went to her and carried her in a bridal style. She tried to protest, but I gave her a look that left no room for argument. She lowered her eyes and started making some strange lip movements. Was she teasing me? Doesn't she know these actions make me desire her more? The glasses she wears make her look like some college student. She looks healthy, but now, as I carry her, it feels like she doesn't even weigh anything. I would love to keep her in my arms.
As soon as I reached her room, she tried to push the door open with her hands, and I gently placed her on the bed. Then I took hold of her leg and saw that her ankle was twisted and swollen. I couldn't understand how she had even been walking. She hissed when I softly massaged it. While I was massaging her ankle, she insisted that Ankit had just applied balm to it and that it didn't need any more massage.
Honestly, I was beyond angry after hearing his name. Unknowingly, my grip became stronger on her ankle, and she hissed again. That's when I came to my senses and realized I was unintentionally hurting her. I immediately loosened my grip and told her not to move. If she needed anything, she could call Celine.
After saying that, I turned and walked out of the room, needing space to clear my head.
I was driving, but my mind was consumed by thoughts of her-the way she smiled at that perverted man. What's that fellow's name again? Where the heck does she even find Indian guys here? I hate how my mind and body always react to her every move. Her every action affects me.
Am I falling in love with her? No, no, that can't be. How can I fall for her? I hate her. But now I don't even know why I hate her. It feels like everything is blurred because of our past. Why did Grandpa ask me to marry her?
I need to focus on my business, not on random distractions like love. I am a mature, sensible man-how can I even talk or think about something so stupid? People get married because they either have nothing better to do, or they're too scared to spend their lives alone.
For me, marriage is just an arrangement between two people of the opposite sex, helping each other for mutual benefits. Nothing more, nothing less.