Mr. Malhotra is my husband

I am in love with the possessive side of my hubby

Recap: Yuvin and Stephan shower their care for each other. On the other hand, Agnes confronts Anish for his behavior. 

At Anish's Home,

“Would you have married me if I kissed you the way you wanted?” Anish asked, his voice trembling with anger and despair. 

Agnes shoved him away with a look of disgust.

“You’re a monster,” she spat, walking away and taking Aishu with her. 

" Agnes, Agnes ", Anish called. But Agnes has left.

“She is my wife. Don’t ever try to cross your limits,” Yuvin warned, his tone was icy and firm. 

“Let’s see how long she remains your wife,” Anish retorted. 

Stephan noticed the veiled threat in Anish’s words and clenched his fists, his mind racing. 

“Till eternity,” Yuvin said coldly, turning to leave. 

Stephan's blood boiled the moment Anish sneered, “Let’s see how long she will be your wife.”

A wave of fury surged through him, his breathing heavy and sharp. The audacity of Anish’s words felt like an insult to Yuvin .

He wanted to grab Anish by the collar and force him to take back his vile words. 

Instead, he stood rigid, holding back his anger for Yuvin's sake. Inside, he vowed silently: **No one would ever get away hurting him.

Near the Car ,

Aishu broke down, hugging Agnes tightly. “Am I so bad? Did I force him to love me?” she asked through her sobs. 

“He’s mad. Don’t cry,” Agnes consoled her, rubbing her back gently. 

“I had no place to go, Agnes. I was on the road. I can’t imagine where I would be if Stephan hadn’t helped me,” Aishu said, her voice breaking. 

Stephan looked at her. Yuvin felt bad for Aishu.

Yuvin's heart sank as Aishu's words echoed in his mind: “I had no place to go.” He felt a deep pang of guilt and sorrow, his chest tightening as he imagined her standing alone on the streets, vulnerable and abandoned.

The thought of Stephan, a stranger to her world, stepping in when her closest ones Anish didn't cared for her. His respect for Stephan doubled.

Aishu’s strength in surviving those days humbled him, but her pain was unmistakable.

“Why didn’t you come to my home? Don’t you trust our parents? We all grew up together. Why didn’t you think of them?” Agnes asked, her tone a mix of concern and disappointment. 

“They told me a million times not to sign the documents. But I did. How can I show my face to them? It was my mistake. They’ll be worried about me. And they’re already planning to leave the city. How can I add to their burden now?” Aishu cried. 

Stephan, standing silently nearby, felt a pang of guilt and sympathy for her. 

“Stop crying,” Stephan advised softly, his voice steady but kind. 

Aishu looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and their gazes held for a moment. 

“Come to my home, Aishu. You can stay with me,” Agnes offered warmly. 

She looked at Yuvin who nods his head.

“I got a job in Yuvin sir’s office. And I’ve received an advance payment. I’ll move into a new home, Agnes,” Aishu replied, wiping her tears.